DNS

Part 23 - Liar

"I said who's number is that." He repeats, his hand still gripping my wrist, eyes filled with rage.

"I - its erm, it's a number the guy gave me today who was sorting out the will. I didn't have anything to write on and my phone had died."

Fuck. I'm a complete liar.

I have no idea where that came from or why I wasn't able to just tell the truth, In all my life I don't think I've ever lied to Charles. The pit in my stomach as soon as the words left my mouth, I felt immediately guilty. Why didn't I just tell him?!

"Ok, I just assumed er - I'm sorry mon amour." Loosening his grip on my wrist, rising himself up to join me at the top of the bed.

I feel awful, he's apologising and I'm a liar. I need to scrub this number from my arm and completely erase this evening from my mind. I absolutely can't contact him after this and I need to make sure Charles doesn't find out that it was Landos number, ever.

"Goodnight Charles." I kiss him and roll over in bed facing the wall, afraid if I'm looking in his direction that he will see the lie and guilt plastered across my face.

The next morning I wake a little earlier than Charles, just laying here for a moment before I move, thinking back over all the events of yesterday trying to slowly process it all. I love him so much and I'm just glad we're okay now, but finding out who Sara Walker is was the next task on my to do list for the day.

Sneaking out of the bedroom making sure not to wake him, I scurry into the kitchen to make some breakfast and a coffee.

The number still on my arm draws my attention, noticing it as I stir the coffee. I grabbed the soap and began scrubbing, making sure to clean off every part of it. Pretty sure I took some skin off, my arm is red raw. I thought it was never going to come off!

"Good morning baby" croaky voice, messy hair - arms stretched above him as he walks into the kitchen. Wow. He actually looks like he's been perfectly hand crafted from my imagination somehow, I'm not sure how someone can actually look good. All the time.

"Oooo is this for me." He says, looking eagerly towards the plate of breakfast i'd prepared. It's just some scrambled eggs with fried mushrooms and tomato's, sided with a coffee - but he seems happy with the effort.

"Good morning, of course it's for you." I smile.

"Thank you. So, do you want to tell me about yesterday, what exactly happened? You looked much happier when you got home." Taking a sip of coffee and beginning to eat his eggs, he looks at me awaiting a response.

"It was really weird actually" - I begin explaining the events of yesterday in as much detail as possible for him. From the reading of the will, the Austin estate and Sara Walker - to leaving and finding myself at the storage unit with all the memories of my past. I spoke about how driving again made me feel, and the details of my Dads letter.

I didn't however mention that Lando was there, it seemed irrelevant mentioning it now.

"Wow baby that is a lot."

"So what are you going to do? How do we find out who Sara is? And do you want to go back to the storage unit? I guess you've got a lot to think about - especially if you want to get back on the track, we can make arrangements and you could approach your old team and engineers? You could get a seat back in F3 easily." He seems excited about the idea of me driving again, I just listen intently to his words, it all seems so overwhelming right now.

"Amour you're a driver, I didn't want to ever push you back into racing but I knew you'd always going to come back eventually." Kissing me with his soft lips, his mouth tasting of coffee.