LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

FIFTY ONE

FIFTY ONE

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF ABUSE

"You need to know about something."

Zahra Bailey spoke suddenly as she burst in to her best friends house, seeing her freeze in her spot whilst holding a glass which was filled with a clear liquid.

Kevin Magnussen was sat beside her, holding a glass of his own, staring awkwardly between the two friends with wide eyes before he began to shuffle his way out of their way so that they could talk privately.

"What's up?"

Larissa Cohen questioned her best friend as she finished off her drink before she placed the empty glass down on to the table in front of her.

"I went to see your grandfather."

"Okay." Larissa spoke nonchantly, not too bothered by what she had been told.

"Wait, you're not bothered?" Zahra furrowed her eyebrows at the words leaving the lips of the Brazilian, noticing how she shook her head from side to side.

"Nope. You go and see him all you want. Terrify him, threaten him, kill him for all I care." Larissa spoke, leaning back against her sofa.

"I went with Esteban."

"Did he yell in French?"

"No, but he glared like a mad French man." Zahra gave her best friend a small lopsided smile, hearing the Cohen girls chuckle.

"That's my boy." Larissa laughed, leaning her head back against her shoulders. "Why you telling me? Did you think I was bothered?"

"He wants Charles to go and see him." The Bailey woman admitted sheepishly, seeing the Brazilian slowly nodding her head up and down as if realisation was hitting her.

"You know what's funny?" Larissa laughed as she answered, seeing her best friend shake her head from side to side.

"Uncle Micky wants to visit him. With Kimi." Larissa informed the other woman, nearly making the other woman choke on air. "He asked me if I would mind, and I said that I wouldn't. Because if I can do well in Mercedes, that means I'm rubbing it in to his face that he failed."

Zahra sat beside her best friend, moving her body closer so that she could hug her, arms wrapping around her body as the two hugged one another, finding comfort in the others arms.

"Do it. Because when you win a championship, we can all scream fuck you André, together. What do you think?" Zahra grinned mischievously as she met the brown of her best friends eyes.

"I love it."

"So do I."

Kevin spoke up as he reentered the room, a refill in his drink. He had listened to the whole conversation, because she was his friend too, he wanted to know if she was okay and if she was struggling.

It appeared that she wasn't.

She had been getting help for how she felt mentally, so he knew that he had seen improvements and it showed because she was talking about winning a championship.

He couldn't wait to be there to cheer for her when she lifted the championship trophy, and he knew a hundred and ten percent that he would be one of the people who would be screaming the message to her grandfather.

Because he knew damn well, that nobody messed with Larissa Cohen and didn't pay the price for doing so.

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