Living in someone's shadow is difficult and majority of people know what it's like but not many people learn from their neglection. I went from driving my brothers old kart during the weekends to the first ever female driver in F2 and hopefully one...
The two weeks we spent in Monaco flew by faster than I had hoped and before I knew it, me and Arthur were in my hotel room in Baku watching a movie as the late afternoon sun shone through the blinds. Neither of us were focused on the movie playing on the TV in front of us, I was texting Logan and Arthur was most likely texting Julia.
Me and Logan had started talking quite often ever since we met in Monaco. We've called practically every night and getting to know him is the highlight of my day.
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A small smile tilted the sides of my mouth into curves. My cheeks flushed with blood as I stared at my phone.
"Who are you texting?" Arthur questioned Tring to get the gossip, curiosity glinting in his green eyes.
"Just the boy I met when we went bowling," Arthur's mouth dropped open in utter shock.
"How have I not heard about this? Why didn't you tell me?" He raised his voice when he released the last sentence from his mouth.
"We are just talking, it's no big deal," I giggled placing my phone on the sofa next to me.
"NO BIG DEAL? OK, I want the details... like right now. Who is he? His curiosity clearly got the better of him.
"Fine, I will tell you if you promise to shut up about it after I tell you," I propositioned giving him a choice.
He nodded his head eagerly trying to not make any sound.
"His name is Logan, he is 22 and was born in England before he moved to Monaco when he was 16 with his family. He is a journalist and he loves photography. There is your summary of him."
A satisfied smirk appeared on his face along with and excited shine in his eyes.
That's the last time I tell him anything.
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Just after I finished my call with Logan, Max called me. He made me aware of my father already being here, and that he wanted to see me in the morning. Just what I needed, a morning Jos Verstappen lecture the one thing I never end up missing no matter what country I'm in.
Sleep found me quite quickly, my technique was to block out any thought of my father and it always worked.
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I woke up to a painfully loud alarm that alerted me to the fact I have a remaining hour until my father expected me to be at the circuit.
I tried to take my time getting ready, taking longer showering and slowly doing my hair all but getting changed I took my time with. It was testing today so no matter how hard I tried to put off going to the circuit I had to get there on time.
Max waited for me at the entrance, I wanted him to be with me for emotional support.
"I'm really not in the mood to put up with his bullshit," I sighed, reluctantly following my brother to the redbull garage.
"You'll be fine, I promise that I'd anything goes sideways I'll get you out of it," he laughed, him being so calm baffled me.
"Is Kelly here?"
"Yeah she is at the hotel with P," His relationship with P is so cute, I love how much he cares for her.
"Yay, I get to see P, that's literally the only good thing happening today."
"Have you spoken to Arthur today?" He seemed concerned.
"Yeah, of course I have why?" I always end up sharing a hotel room with Arthur on race weekends so talking to him was inevitable.
"Did he tell you why Charles is acting so Bitchy?" Oh the drama that happens when that boy is involved.
"Nope he did not. What's up with him?"
"I just asked you that, I don't know," I guess that I have to make time to see what's wrong with Charles.
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A smile formed at the sides of my lips as I looked at the message, trying to avoid Max noticing.
I turned my phone off to avoid distractions especially from the British boy. Max was still rambling about something I was not paying attention to but he was too focused on walking to the garage to notice my uninterest in the words he spoke.
We stopped in front of the garage just before we got into our father's eyesight. He squeezed my hand, gently pulling me into the building along with him.
My father sat near Max's drivers room, waiting patiently for us to go to him. When his cold gaze met my eyes, a shiver ran down my spine reminding me of all my failures of my entire life.
