Broken - Carlos Sainz

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First of all, thank you so much for reading this book! English is not my first language so if there are any gramar mistakes please let me know!
I don't own any of the characters. The story is all made up and same goes for the things happening in the story, like the results the riders are getting and who their teammates are.

Where do I start?

Well hello, I am Lisa and this is my story.

I am Lisa Reynolds and my life has been a chaos. Some call it a beautiful chaos others call it unlucky. Well some aspects indeed are unlucky while others are beautiful. Lets agree on that it is complicated

It all started in Monaco, I was 18. Tory who is my older brother and best friend was 21. He drives fast cars for the living. He is part of the Formula 2 grid. I don't really race anymore. I do it for the fun and that's it.

"Lis?" Tory asks as he slips his helmet on. "Are you okay?" I have been feeling terrible all weekend long. Well not just this weekend, I have been feeling terrible for a couple weeks now.

I nod and give him my brightest smile. I don't need him to worry about me. Not before an important race.

I love to go to the track. All my friends are here. Charles, Max and Pierre are my lifelong friends. We grew up together and we used to race against eachother when we where kids, I quit a couple years ago since 'girls don't ride fast cars' which is bullshit. If I want I can still beat these guys their asses. But maybe it is better to watch it from the side instead of driving myself. It would cause my mom a heartattack if I would drive along side Tory.

"Are you sure?"

I nod again, he is not buying it. He grabs my arm and leads me into his driverroom. "Lis.. I know you better than anyone. You look like shit. So you better tell me what is going on." He says as he crosses his arms.

I take a deep breath and avoid his gaze. He can't know what Harry does. He will kill him and there is no option to tell him right before a race.

I have been together with Harry for almost a year now. But the relationship we have is really toxic. Everyone knew and kept telling me that he was nothing but trouble. But I refused to believe it, I was on cloud nine. Harry blamed me for his mistakes and made me feel that. He didn't want me to talk to other men. Especialy not the race car drivers.

A couple weeks ago Harry met me in Silverstone. I didn't knew he was coming. If I did, I would have avoided the guys. He ended up hurting me in a way no one has done before.

While he was asleep, I escaped. I took my passport, wallet and phone the rest of my stuff I left behind.

I tried to phone Charles, but he didn't pick up. Which is also logical because of the race next day.

I knew that if I would phone Tory, Pierre or Max, Harry would have a real hard time. Charles would be the one who wouldn't go straight after Harry. Atleast not straight away.

The one who ran into me on the streets Northampton was Carlos Sainz. He is my brother his life long friend. What I have with Pierre, Max and Charles he has with Carlos.

Carlos made sure I was okay. I told him everything, that I am pregnant and that Harry hurt me. Carlos has been there for me, I can call or text him at any moment and he would help me out.

"Can we talk after the race? It's nothing that special and important." I smile, hoping he will take it. I don't want it to affect the race. If I tell him and he crashes, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself.

Tory nods and pulls me into a tight hug. "If you say so." He murmers.

I pull away and hand him his helmet. "This suits you so much better as that bucket hat." I smirk, obviously teasing.

Tory laughs and shakes his head. "I wish I could race with that hat. It brings good luck." He winks and slips his helmet on to get ready.

Monaco, I love this circuit. The atmosphere is amazing. The roaring sound of cars going through the streets is sending shivers down my spine along with goosebumbs all over my body.

Charles, Arthur and Pierre sneak into the garage to watch the race with me. It's always nice to watch the race with friends.

We are already on lap 49 and Tory is trying to overtake Carlos for third place. The air is filled with a sound I don't like to hear. The camera's are showing the race from the front of the pack. They aren't showing the crash but the way Tory his team is looking right now is making me really nervous.

Red flag

My breathing gets heavier and my hands are sweaty. Tory is still not coming in. Everything feels like a blur. I don't hear what Charles and Pierre are saying. They both have their arms wrapped around my shoulders.

"Why is he not coming in?" My voice is shaky. The glares the guys are giving me is making me even more worried.
"I have to check." I say as I try to get out of their grip.

Arthur grabs my hands and drags me into Tory his driver room. Pierre and Charles follow us closeby.

"The red fleg is because Carlos had a crash with Tory." Pierre says carefully while my mom rushes in. The look on her face is telling me everything I don't want to know. It is not looking good.

I have seen crashes, I have crashed in karts and single seaters numerous times. But the sound this crash made was different. It is nerve wrecking and gives goosebumbs all over my body along with the shivers running down my spine.

"He will be okay right?" My eyes search the room for answers but the looks the guys and my mom is giving me is giving me the answers I don't want to hear. I want to hear the voice of my brother complaining about a bad tire change. About why I didn't send him the new music I discovered.

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They where right. They couldn't help him.. the crash was so hard that the forse made it impossible to come out alive. I keep telling myself that he atleast passed away during the thing he loves the most which is racing fast cars. I promised myself to never come near a racecar again. I can't go through this another time. I know they have improved the safety of the drivers, it's just the thing that when there is a crash I see Tory.

Carlos tried to contact me but after the funeral, I cut it all off. It isn't his fault, I know that. But he still crashed into Tory and that caused him to hit the wall. When I see Carlos I see Tory. I can't handle that. Not without crying and having a panic attac.