AS IF IT WAS YOUR LAST

𝑀𝑌 𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅

Sunday morning, like any other during the season, the same thing over and over again, sitting in the car, somehow driving it and listening to Charles regretting that he shouldn't worry about it. But what about me? Should I worry about it? I win races, I try to get to second place if there is no other way, but most of the time I finish them.
Don't take it the wrong way, I like Charles, he's nice, handsome, a good friend and team colleague, but I'm a woman and I cant know anything about motorsport .

After finishing my deep thoughts, I finally get up. I arrive at the parking lot in front of the paddock just after 10, I give out a few signatures and photos, but my path is blocked by a crowd that is rolling behind a 25-year-old Dutchman

I see him leaning out of the window, enjoying the attention, the attention Max Verstappen couldn't live without, the fans are slowly moving away, but our champion has priority in the passenger seat, I stick my head out of the window and blow the horn, soon his head also sticks out of the window

"Hurry up?" he says in his teasing tone when he sees my disgusted expression on my face "Imagine, yes, quite yes, but you're somehow blocking my way" I don't get an answer, I just see how the car in front of the house finally starts to move to its parking spot "Is our Athena happy? "Verstappen will speak walking past me with his 4 girlfriend in a week
"Yes, the track," I give him a short eye contact and direct my gaze at the paparazzi and fans, "Athena, I'm extremely satisfied," he declares with a sarcastic undertone

I arrive in the paddock and my father, the well-known Fernando Alonso, appears next to me, when I feel the gentle touch of his elbow, I flash a wonderful smile "Good luck today, see you later" he flips indifferently, kisses me on the forehead and quickly walks away, towards the Aston stables, there's no point in worrying about my relationship with my father, I keep repeating myself over and over.

I'm sitting here as a punishment, there are at least 15 people standing around my car, in yesterday's qualifying I took an honorable 2nd place, you can guess twice who is the front runner, my enemy, Max Verstappen. everyone steps away from the cars, it's just between us
We are all separated by a few meters, there is no one here to do anything about it, it's just us and the cars. The tension could be cut here, every fan around the world would get away with it.

LIGHS OUT,AND AWAY WE GO

The cars immediately start moving, Max keeps his first place, in this chaos I try to find a hole through which I could slip in front of him, but another redbull is pushing me from behind and a Mercedes, I am trying to get out of this stampede, several round behind me
"I have little power, my brakes don't work" I try to communicate with the team calmly, I want them to hear a strong woman, not always a little girl, tired of proving to everyone that she can do it too "My brakes don't work, My brakes don't work" I start shouting more nervous as I try to keep the car under control "Box, Box" my engineer reports from the other side. My ears are ringing, I'm trying to remember what just happened, I hear voices from the radios. I have a terrible headache.
"I smell smoke" i mumble into the radio hoping that someone heard me there, I can't even move, I can't move my head

When I finally open my eyes, I find that my car is overturned in the wall, half of it, the other is demolished, suddenly the car flips back and I feel like my head is going to burst, all the blood from my head is coming back into my body, someone pulled me out of the car and he took off my helmet shaking me "Athena, my god Athena! do you ever think??" I hear a nervous voice when a group of rescuers approach me I finally open my eyes and see that Max Verstappen himself is holding my hands, yes Max Emilian Verstappen, immediately as help approaches, Max lets go of me and runs back to the car. I get into the car that takes me to the treatment center, I still can't stop thinking about the fact that he was the one who pulled me out of the car, why would he do that?

"Why him?" I ask Charles, who has been sitting next to me in the hospital for hours. "It's strange," Charles giggled. , and I point him at the TV, where they are currently showing a replay of the grand prize "He won?" I stutter, watching the Red Bull car fight its way to the start "He won," he nodded, fixing his gaze on me "Father, will he come?" I don't know what I expected after saying this sentence I didn't know if I wanted him to come
"I didn't see him Athena.."I feel the touch of his hand on mine"will you please bring me water" I pull my hand from under his and he immediately stands up and leaves the room with a mumble, followed by a deep sigh

"Hello star, you literally shone today" chuckles the man walking towards me, who else but our champion "Don't be so happy about it, you know very well that I wouldn't be here voluntarily" he looks at me with that annoyed look "Some good souls they want to give others a chance to shine" he laughs at my words, in my heart I thank him that he may have saved my life, but his ego can be polished another time "I did it for you sweetheart, next time I won't drag you out of the car"