TRIGGER WARNING:
alcohol, broken glass, physical abuse
I wake up after a long nap in the aircraft on the way to Qatar. I look around and see Charles sitting across me, looking outside the window. "We're about to land soon" he says as he notices me watching him.
He was not lying. Twenty minutes later we land and get guided out of the private jet. I am surprised that I see no paparazzis , only the limousine waiting for us. We get brought to a very luxurious, five star hotel which is not far away from the Losail Circuit.
We enter the hotel and check in really quick so the attention doesn't get drawn on us. But the receptionist lady, short, blonde hair, red lipstick and blue eyed, takes her time. I notice how she stares at Charles almost the whole time. She smiles at him a little too much. Now she even touches his hand, on purpose, while giving him the keys to our room.
Suddenly, I see a man. Dark hair and dark eyes. I can barely see his face. He wears black jeans and a grey shirt. Shit. He looks like my attacker. I get goosebumps. My hands are shaking, my breath also. My whole body starts to sweat and I realize I'm having a panic attack. I don't care about the receptionist lady and tell Charles that I have to go to the toilet real quick.
I almost run to the toilets. I immediately place myself infront of the bathroom mirror and stare at myself. My face is pale and my lips have the same color as my skin. I look awful.
I rinse water on my palms and begin to breathe in and out deeply. I use the breathing method my therapist told me four years ago.
Breath in.
Hold.
Breath out.
I continue this method for about two minutes until my pulse lowered itself again. I look at my reflection. I look better now. Charles won't notice, I tell myself.
I walk out of the toilets and go to the hotel lobby again. I need to see Charles but I can't find him.
He and the receptionist are gone. Where are they? What are they doing? Are they alone?
"Hey, you look lost, are you okay?" I hear someone behind me. I turn around and look into the beautiful chocolate brown eyes of Lewis Hamilton. "No, I , I am just waiting for Charles" I answer and smile at him. "You can sit with us until he comes back" he suggests and points at a lounge where I see familiar faces like George Russel, Lando Norris and Carlos Sainz. Also some of their girlfriends.
"Sure!" I say and ignore my thoughts about Charles. We walk over to the driver crew and I sit down next to Lewis. We fall into a deep conversation about the season so far and laugh a lot. It's like we've known each other for years.
Almost two hours later I feel someones eyes on me. And then I feel a tap on my shoulder. "Amélie Roux lets go to our room" he says without an emotion. Why did he say my whole name? I look up at him and nod . But then I see it. A red color on his lips and an almost not visible stain on his cheek. What the fuck?
I just agree and walk with him instead of making a scene.
We walk into our beautiful hotel room. It's huge and has a big window where we can look over the city, but before I can look at the whole room I get pushed from behind.
I turn around looking into Charles eyes. He looks completely angry. Really angry.
"You fucking slut." he swears at me. I want to say something but he shuts my mouth with his hand and continues.
"You cheater. You told me you loved me. You told me that I was the only one you wanted" he shouts angrily.
"You are a fucking liar and I should have known it from the first place." Charles doesn't stop.
