Wildest Dreams - c.l.

Embrace

This first thing I felt in the morning was a pillow to the face followed by an excruciating headache.

I woke up to see Sofia standing over my bed holding said pillow ready to hit me again.

"Estella Maria Rivera! You have 20 minutes before we have to leave for the airport and with all due respect but you look like shit." She shouted only making my head worse but did as told.

I mumbled my insults to myself while I dragged myself to my bathroom and to my surprise I look insane.

My hair was in a messy bun from sleeping, mascara and lipstick smudged, I was in a baggy t-shirt which I didn't recognize and no pants or bra.

Last night was pretty foggy but I remembered going to the club with Max, Tate, and Lando but I can't seem to remember what happened after my 8th shot. I don't even bother to rack my memory because if anything out of the ordinary would have happened I would probably see it on the news and Sofia would have already had my head.

I hopped in the shower and suddered as the cold water hit my skin to wake myself up. I scrubbed myself clean of last nights alcohol, sweat, and a man's touch.

As I brushed my hair I froze.

There was a decently large purple marking on the side of my neck. I wouldn't have cared if I didn't have a full day of interviews in less than 24 hours and a stressed Sofia directly outside my door.

Poor Sofia has been hassling to keep my image up and rumors away. Although her attempts weren't completely successful. Many think that Max and I are dating and have been eating up mine and Charles's feud.

I had not seen nor heard of Charles since Austria but I was about to be stuck on a plane with him for 3 hours and be alongside him all week long.

When I walked back into the bedroom there was an outfit picked out on my bed and Sofia was finishing packing my suitcase. This woman was a godsend gift.

The car ride to the airport was short but Sofia went over this week scheduled and it hit me just how much coffee I was going to need to properly function. The schedule was packed but it is Silverstone after all.

I was dreading the moment I would have to see Charles again.

I was nervous and filled with curiosity. Not a word had been said after our last argument at a club in Austria which was two weeks ago.

I stepped onto the first step of the stairs leading up to the entrance of the plane, my chest began to feel tight, only getting tighter with each step.

The cool air of the plane caused goosebumps as if I wouldn't have gotten them just from Charles's stare.

There were only two seats left, one next to him and the other across. I didn't want to risk falling asleep on him so I sat myself across from the Ferrari boy. Sofia thankfully didn't fight me and took the seat next to Charles and Clara sat happily on my lap.

I was an anxious flyer and it showed.

The moment we started our departure you could see the calmness on my face turn into nausea and panic.

I sat with my arms tightly around Clara whilst fidgeting with my rings. As soon as we were steady in the air I made a beeline for the bathroom.

My knees came to contact with the floor and I began to rid my stomach of anything I had consumed recently. A mixture of anxiety, hangover, and being around Charles made me nauseous.

After my moment of weakness, I tried to recompose myself. Looking into the mirror I was sightly concerned.

I had lost weight in these past couple weeks. My stomach was much flatter and my ribcage was more noticeable than before. My eye bags were heavy as I had not slept properly in months.