Too close to the stars

03

"Oh, I'm gonna make you scream my name", he whispered into my ear as he went over to the driver's side.

"Ew, as if!", I replied with a frown upon my face and as quietly as possible so none but him could hear me.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

Without looking at him any second longer, I went over and got into the passenger side.

"Let's get this game started", he exclaimed with a laugh.

"I guess so."

And that's when it started. The terror. The torture. When he drove off, the engine howled as loud as nothing I've ever heard before. Not even my ducati could scream that loud.

"You're fucking crazy!", I shouted, "Brake! Bra-ke!"

The only answer I got was laughter. I'd kill him for that if it wasn't for me dying in that car.

I felt like I couldn't breathe anymore. Everything got really fast and my anxiety sky rocked. I drugged my nails into the seat, but it didn't help. I was trapped on this roller coaster with a fucking maniac.

All I could hear was obnoxious ringing in my ear. I didn't even notice that the car has stopped, until Lewis started to shout right next to me.

"Yeah! That was amazing!"

I didn't know what to do, so I just laughed, or else I would have cried. At that moment, it felt like everything was crashing into me.

As we got out of the car, the filming team came over to us, asking for some final words. I just wanted to get away from here as fast as possible. I didn't know how much of all this I could take before loosing it. Therefor, I just said how amazing the car felt and how much I loved this challenge, whereas Lewis followed with something similar along the lines.

The moment it was over, I rushed off to the nearest restroom I could find and got into one of the bathroom stalls. I felt sick to my stomach and it showed. I vomited everything out off my stomach that has been in there, which was mostly water but still. As I went over to the sink to wash my mouth, I swiftly whiped away the tears that had formed in the corner of my eyes. I couldn't help but stare at my reflection in the mirror. My sight was still quite blurry, but it didn't hinder me from noticed that I looked like shit. I even felt like shit.

As I left the restroom with my head held low so that no one could see the redness in my eyes, I bumped into the woman from before.

"Ah, Kiki", she said, "It was amazing working with you."

"Thanks, I appreciate it." I shortly looked at her. "And my bad, for being late."

"Don't worry, darling!"

A warm smile displayed on her lips.

"And before I forget to tell you: you can keep the clothes. See them as a little gift from GQ", she added and simultaniously put her head on my upper arm.

"Oh, that is really nice, thank you."

"See you", she said before she left, at which I nodded and simply replied with a small smile.

I wanted to leave, to get to the parking lot, but someone grabbed my hand and I had to stop in my track. As I turned around, I felt the dizziness swap over me for a short moment. I took my hand out off the strong grip to go through my hair, trying to lose the dizziness and nauseousness, but then I realised who's been holding me back, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

I just stared into his eyes. And surprisingly, he did the same with a challenging look.

What is it now? And since when does he keep his mouth shut?