"Drive fast, Uncle Daniel."
As the 2022 season begins, Daniel realises that his performance isn't good enough to maintain a seat for the following year. Amy is making her way into the modelling world; a hard venture for any aspiring model who is st...
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AMY We had been in Canada now for two days, still two more full days of bliss until race weekend starts again. Our first two days were spent relaxing with each other, often finding time to go and explore the beautiful area with Michael and going for a swim at the hotel.
Daniel had been somewhat distant since I arrived. He would cuddle me to sleep but that would be about it. He didn't try anything on with me and didn't even try to give me a kiss, which was very unusual for him. Ever since we started seeing each other again, he would want to kiss me when we had moments alone, savouring every period of isolation.
As I woke up to the sun shining through the window, I looked at my phone to see a notification that Daniel had posted an Instagram story; Scotty had arrived in Montreal to see his friend and spend race weekend with him. I was nervous to see him again, I hadn't spoken to or seen Scotty since my disastrous birthday in Monaco and I didn't know what to expect from him.
Daniel had reassured me that people had forgotten about my outburst that evening, but I hadn't forgotten it so quickly and I was still so angry at Scotty for not intervening between Daniel and Heidi when he had the chance. I understand he is Daniel's friend but he should know the difference between right and wrong. Which made me wonder, did Scotty not like me and that's why he wanted Heidi to try it on with Daniel, or was he really that stupid that he didn't realise what was unfolding before his eyes?
Rachel's attempts at getting through to me were failing. I wanted to go as far as to block her number, to get away from it all for a while but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead, I put myself under the horrible task of declining every call which came through to my phone and ignoring every text message which popped up on my screen. She had tried everything to contact me, even going as far as sending me a direct message on Instagram. She had called Michael on several occasions and he had answered her, notifying her that I was fine and I just needed time and space.
In Rachel's mind, time and space meant I was left to my own thoughts, which hasn't proved to be a good thing for me. But, I've ensured to remain on my medication, as well as spending time outdoors with exercise which has really improved my mental health and wellbeing. Of course, I'm still very much a nervous wreck, but I can drown out the noise by hiding myself in the bubble I've created here in Canada.
