Race day had arrived at Silverstone, my home circuit, and the excitement in the air was palpable. I had qualified ninth on the grid, with the ever-frustrating presence of Lance right beside me in eighth place. The tension between us had only escalated since the Fan Forum.
As I chatted with my engineers, I couldn't help but sense Lance's gaze fixed on me like a hawk out of the corner of my eye. The intensity of his stare was impossible to ignore, and irritation gnawed at the edges of my patience.
Without thinking, I abruptly turned away from my engineers and marched over to him, my expression a mix of frustration and anger. "What's your Fucking problem Lance!?" I demanded, my voice low and seething with annoyance.
Lance seemed taken aback by the directness of my words, momentarily speechless. He opened his mouth to respond, but I cut him off before he could utter a single word. "You know what? I don't want to hear it!" I declared, my tone final and resolute.
With that, I pivoted on my heel and walked away, leaving Lance behind. My focus had shifted entirely to the upcoming race, and I had no intention of allowing his presence or our simmering feud to distract me.
I approached my car, my heart pounding in my chest with a mix of nerves and determination. It was time to put on my helmet and strap myself into the cockpit. The roar of the engines and the cheers of the crowd were the only sounds that mattered now. The race was about to begin, and I was ready to give it my all, no matter who was on the grid beside me.
The lights went out, and the cars surged forward, each driver seeking their moment of glory.
But within seconds, chaos erupted on the track. There was contact between Lance and Pierre, the sound of metal scraping against metal filling the air. In the blink of an eye, Lance's car spun out of control and collided with mine. The impact was jarring, and suddenly, my world turned upside down—quite literally.
My car flipped over, the world outside becoming a dizzying blur as I found myself hanging upside down. The disorienting sensation of being trapped inside the inverted cockpit sent a surge of panic coursing through me.
As the car slid along the circuit, I had no control over my own destiny. It careened towards the barriers at a high speed and the impact sent shockwaves of force rippling through my body. The car bounced over the tire barrier and became lodged between the barrier and the circuit's catch fencing. I was trapped, and the realisation began to sink in.
My radio suddenly crackled to life, a voice on the other end asking urgently if I was okay. My voice trembled with panic as I responded, "I can't get out. Guys, what's happening? I can't... I can't get out."
The reassuring voice on the other end tried to calm me down. "Calm down, Poppy. Everything is going to be okay. The marshals are on the scene. Lance is waving the others over. They're going to get you out."
But it was hard to stay calm when I was hanging upside down, my world turned topsy-turvy. I could hear the distant sound of approaching marshals, their shouts and instructions faint through the twisted wreckage of my car. The seconds felt like an eternity as I waited for the help that I so desperately needed, the adrenaline coursing through my veins, and the reality of the situation sinking in with each passing moment.
My mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions as I dangled upside down in the wreckage of my car. Lance was the last person I had expected to be stood there waving more marshals over to assist me. I couldn't help but wonder why he was the one extending a helping hand.
I was snapped from my thoughts when one of the marshals approached, explaining their plan to extract me from the mangled car. With a combination of precision and teamwork, they carefully maneuvered the car, pushing it more firmly against the catch fence. This allowed just enough space for me to wiggle out my body with their assistance.
The process was slow and meticulous, with each movement carefully calculated to ensure my safety. The marshals worked with the kind of expertise that came from a lot of training and experience. As I gradually emerged from the wreck, I felt a mix of relief and gratitude. The adrenaline coursing through my veins began to subside, replaced by a sense of wonder at the sheer competence of the marshals who had come to my rescue.
And then there was Lance, still standing nearby, his soft eyes fixed on me. His hair was still a fluffy mess caused by his helmet and his presence was a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded. For a moment, I felt a rush of warmth and familiarity within me.
I was on the verge of running over to him, to express my appreciation for his unexpected assistance. However he abruptly turned and walked away from me, heading straight back to the pits. The sight left my heart aching, a sense of abandonment settling in.
I watched his retreating figure, torn between conflicting emotions. Lance's departure felt like a sharp, unexpected blow. It was a reminder that even in moments of vulnerability, the complexities of our relationship remained unchanged. The hope of a genuine connection, however this had been extinguished in an instant.
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Racing Against Fate ~ Lance Stroll
أدب الهواةPoppy was never one to shy away from a challenge. So when she decided to pursue her dreams of becoming an F1 driver, she knew it wouldn't be an easy road. As a rookie, she was determined to prove herself and take the racing world by storm. But what...
