I saw a car come flying off the track, rolling and smashing across the ground. The car went flying into the barrier, and an immediate red flag was called. The car ended up upside down, but I recognised the livery.. it was the same as mine.. it was Bianca.
I stomped on the brakes and pulled to the side of the track. I hopped out and I ran over to the beaten up Prema of my teammate.
"BIANCA! CAN YOU HEAR ME!"
No response.
"BIANCA!"
No response again.
I immediately went to grab the side of the car, and used all my strength to lift it up. I don't know where this strength came from, but it came and I felt like a god, flipping over the Prema. I could see Biancas crumpled figure, and I dragged her out of the car and into my arms.
I took off her helmet and I saw her face. Not unconscious, but like a doll. There was no life behind those eyes. Stone cold. Dead.
I sat their, helmet off, crying over the dead body of my teammate. It all happened too quickly, between the cold walls of the Jeddah Circuit. I pressed my lips to her forehead as a final goodbye, then let the tears loose.
Then I woke up. 3:45am on the clock. I was dreaming. About Bianca. About her dying.
What the fuck just happened?
AN: sorry guys about this strange chapter. Today I am at Goodwood Festival of Speed!! Couldn't write a massive chapter and then I thought of this. Thanks!
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Untouchable - Ollie Bearman
Fanfiction"Fuck. It's bound to happen eventually." "But it won't. She is untouchable. You can't date her." Notable Ratings: #2 in Bearman 🐻 (14/03/23) #2 in BiancaBustamante (28/04/24)
