THREE - Daniel Ricciardo

Chapter 50 - Just Friends

AMY

That evening, I left my brothers and took a one way flight to England. I needed my mom and dad, needed them more than I ever cared to admit to anyone. I'd always been super close with my parents, ever since I'd left home I'd always want to go back there and be in my childhood home.

I set my bag down onto the bed in my old bedroom, the same decor surrounded the room as I'd opted for an outlandish purple to cover to walls. Something I wouldn't opt for in my current timeframe.

They lived out in the countryside in the West Midlands of the country, the most beautiful landscape surrounded their home as it was fairly isolated from the bustling town which was situated just a few miles east from here.

In the small village in which their home was situated, held a small church, corner shop and a row of houses. Nothing else was here, making the small village the break in which I needed to ease my mind.

This was a complete side track from the plans to stay within the driving world as the French Grand Prix was starting practice tomorrow and Hungary would follow mere days afterwards.

After this, was the three week break all the guys had deserved taking them up to Belgium. Daniel would be jetting back off the Perth during this break; a gift from myself for his birthday. A gift that I wouldn't be using as I had once hoped.

My mom and dad didn't know how to act or cope with my mixed emotions. One minute, I'd be fairly happy and content and the next, I'd be an emotional wreck, reliving the argument which had taken place between Daniel and I yesterday.

I was sick of arguing with him, it's not what I wanted for either of us. But it just seemed that every time we tried to have a conversation, one of us would end up breaking.

I'd also had a bone to pick with my brother, informing Daniel of where he lived so he could come and visit me. I needed time away from the Australian, and the overwhelming sense that we would never see each other again, after yesterday, was eating me alive.

Rachel had informed me that she would make her way up to me tomorrow, spending one more night with Paul in London as he left for a work trip tomorrow.

"Eat your food." My dad ushered at the dinner table, moving my plate closer towards where I had been seated.

"I've not got much of an appetite." I politely smiled as my mom leaned her head against her hands and exhaled deeply. Without words, she stood up and moved the food away from me, silently cleaning up the kitchen after spending all day over the stove.

My dad placed his cutlery down onto the table as he finished chewing whatever remained in his mouth, swilling it down with the can of beer her had next to him.

"Your mother is worried about you." He pressed his hands together in front of him and looked over at me. I shrugged and moved some hair behind my ear as I didn't know what else to say. "I'm worried about you, Ames. I can't bare to see you like this."

"What do you want from me?" I asked with tears pricking at my eyes. "I'm a fucking mess. My life is a fucking mess. I have nowhere to live and nowhere to go."

And with that I excused myself from the dinner table, resembling a teenage tantrum as I stormed up to my bedroom and slammed the door. Slumping down into bed, I cried myself to sleep and remained there all evening.

When I woke up, the house was empty as my parents were both at work today, leaving me completely alone and with my thoughts for another day.

I looked down at my watch and prayed for this evening to arrive so I could have the company from Rachel. I was planning on getting some cheap bottles of wine and getting very drunk, in any hope that the frequent alcohol consumption would get me through my heart wrenching breakup.