Chapter 7

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After a crazy whole two weeks, I have arrived back home. Good old sweet Hasselt. I'm so excited. I rolled my eyes. I got to my hotel and went up to my room. I unlocked my room and headed to inside. Jul didn't come with me to this. I didn't want her to be apart of in case my father and I start arguing. I really don't want to be here but I'm too invested into this. I called my business partner for all of this and told him that I have arrived. Brett Coleman is the main person that controls the whole "Project Track" when I'm not here. My dad finances it along with me. We have a team that looks over the location and looks for engineers, for staff and a lot more. It sucks that Max can't be here but he has done enough for me so it's the least I can do. I keep him updated here and there.

I got into my car and headed over to my father's home where the meeting with Brett, him and I are going to have. Driving through the country side of Hasselt made me remember the times where Max and I would sneak out at night and drive around. Made us feel some freedom from our father. After 30 minutes or so I have arrived. I put my car in park and headed into the house. I haven't been in this house in over a year or so maybe more. I walked into the kitchen and saw him there. He was pouring himself a drink while he looked up at me. "Hello Loren" He said looking back at his drink. "Hello father" I said looking out the window. "How are you?" He said before taking a sip of his drink. "I'm good and yourself?" "When is Brett or whatever his name is gonna be here?" I stayed quiet for a second. "Um any minute now, I hope." he nods and says "Well I'm gonna be in my office let me know when he's here." "Sure thing...Jos" I said making him stop in the doorway. He turns his head a little bit and then turns his head back and walks away. This is what I mean. I try to have a good relationship with him and be on good terms and when I think we're okay he turns back into the man I grew up hating. I turned around and started walking around the house. I walked by Max's room and it's empty. I'm not surprised. Then after his room, there was mine. I opened the door and it was the same as I left it. My room was the same. My bed was still unmade, the clothes I left behind were still in my closet. "What the fuck" I said to myself. All of my pictures that I have taken of Max and I were still on the walls. Photos of my mom and sister were still up. The only thing I saw that change was a picture that I had next to my bed. It was a picture was of Max, Charles and I hugging each other, after they finished P1 and P2 in go karting. That was the only thing I regret not taking with me. I looked for it everywhere in the room. I looked in the draws and underneath my bed, on my bed and I couldn't find it. I was panicking now. I was so angry. I walked out of the room and headed to his office.

"WHERE IS IT?!" I said screaming into his office. "Where's what?" he said looking up from his computer. "My whole room is still there, the clothes, the bedding, photos of my family except one, now where is it?!" He looked at me confessed. "I have no idea what you are talking about, you're crazy." I looked at him started to walk up to his desk. "You do know don't act dumb it's not a good look for you." Before I could say anything else he slammed his hands on the desk causing him to get up and close to my face. "Don't you dare come into my house and insult me" I looked at him. "There he is, there's the fucking man I hated my whole life." "And yet you're still same little girl that would always cry to her brother when she couldn't fight her own fight." I looked into his eyes. "Where's the photo?" He stayed quiet. "The only photo Me and Max and Char-.." "Don't you dare say his name in my house." he screamed. Walking around his desk. Heading to get another drink from his bar. "Why not, rather you like it or not his your son in law." "No he's not he will never be anything to me." "What did I ever do to you to make you like this?" I said looking at him. He said nothing. "My whole damn life I asked myself that same question every day." He didn't say anything to me. "You could have thrown away all of it but no you decided to throw away the one thing that was special to me." He smirks. "I didn't throw it away Loren" He said before taking his last sip. He walked up to me. He stood right in front of me. "I burned it" I was shocked. That made me so angry. "I should have burned it all the moment you left." He continues to say. "You never changed and you never will...you will still be the man that I hate so much...after everything you're still the same, and there's nothing that me or max or anyone can do that can change you." I said straight to his face. "I should have disowned you a long time ago." he said. "The moment Max and I left you, WE disowned you as a father," After I said that he slapped me. I couldn't believe it. I didn't cry. I didn't cover my face. I looked at him straight into his face. The look on his face said it all. He regretted it. "Loren I-i" I didn't say anything. I just walked away. I headed straight to the front door. When I opened the door Brett was there. "Hello Loren I was just about to knock." I looked at him. "Hi Brett I'm gonna head home now I don't feel well, have the meeting without me, or don't I don't care." Before he said anything I jumped into my car. I started driving. I didn't know who to call, I didn't know what to do I just started to drive. I was driving through the city trying to clam down. Once I calmed down I headed over to the hotel. I parked the car and called Juls. I didn't tell her everything that happened I just told her that I couldn't handle being around him and to cancel any meetings and that a personal matter was happening and told her to let Kika know that I will let her know soon about everything. I grabbed my things and headed to the airport. I got to the jet and told the pilot to fly me to Baku. He didn't say anything, he just agreed. I knew that the Grand Prix was going to be there next.

After the flight I went straight to the hotel that Charles was staying at. I called the hotel headed of time telling them that I didn't want to be around the fans or the cameras, I wanted to surprise my husband. They agreed and told me that I can come in through the back of the hotel. I got Charles room number and key. I got to his floor and headed to his room. I knocked at the door and that's when I started to cry. He opened the door with a surprise face and then worried. "Amour what happened? What's wrong? Are you okay?" he said hugging me. I didn't say anything, I just hugged him back and cried. He didn't say anything just was holding me. He grabbed my things and closed the door without letting me go. After a minute he lets me go and put me on the edge of the bed and kneed right in front of me. "Amour what happened?" I calmed down and told him everything. "C'est fou! Comment a-t-il pu faire ça. Je vais le tuer. Il n'a pas le droit de mettre la main sur ma femme" he said getting up. "No please don't just just stay here with me for now" he looked at me knowing that I needed time to process everything that happened. He sighed and kneed in front of me again. He rubbed my legs, making me feel the comfort from him. He got up and kissed my forehead. I smiled a little bit. "Are you gonna tell Max about this?" he said. I looked up, not at him but just straight to the wall. "I don't know, I mean I sure at one point I need too but I don't want to be the reason he isn't focus in the race." I said getting up from the bed. "Amour don't think like that, he will be fine plus I'm sure if you don't tell him and he knows that you knew about it for so long and didn't tell him. He will be upset." he started saying. I nodded. "Is he staying here? At this hotel?" I asked. "I believe so." He nods. "Can you call him to your room, don't say I'm here just tell him that you need to talk to him really quick." I told him. "Are you sure amour? You want to do this right now?" I nodded yes. "If I don't tell him now I don't think I ever will." he nodded as he graded his phone.

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