Chapter 6- Fruits

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I was completely out of it once we got off the plane. I was so tired I barely spoke. As my dad and I walked towards our car to head towards the hotel we were staying at, I noticed Charles, Lando, and Carlos all staring directly at me as if they were concerned.

I felt horrible as soon as we checked into our hotel rooms I parted ways with my dad saying I was going to have a rest. Once I put my suitcase down I ran directly towards the bathroom.

I vomited twice. The taste in my mouth made me gag as I rinsed it as best I could with water. I got out of my clothes quickly, before hopping into the shower hoping I just needed to be refreshed.

I found myself daydreaming, whilst the water toppled down on top of me. It took more than an hour before I got out, and changed into some shorts and a crop top. I needed to be cooled down. I've never really copped well in the heat.

I put my trusty air forces on and left my hotel room. I walked down towards the buffet. I wasn't hungry if anything I was full, but I still got a small plate of fruits and a glass of water with ice.

I sat down quietly on my phone scrolling through my friends' instagram posts. I wasn't envious no not envious definitely not I thought. I knew some of them would kill to attend a Grand Prix and I was going to be attending all of them this season! Travel the world!

So, I wasn't envious. Was a bit left out? Probably. Suddenly, I saw a shadow loom over me as I covered my eyes squinting up to see Oscar. God what does he want? I physically groaned inside.

"ElleCee" Oscar said as if I didn't know my own name.

"Oscar," I said back in the same monotone voice. As I took a bite of mango. Gosh the fruit here is delicious even if I wasn't feeling my best.

"Stay away from Lando. The only thing you'll do is distract him. You're absolutely worthless. That's why mum and dad got rid of you and not me. You're the mistake they never wanted. Don't go and ruin Lando like you ruined my family." He glared at me. I winced. Ouch Oscar. Brutal.

I started to fight off the tears I could feel holding back in my eyes. No. I was not going to cry in front of him.

I cleared my throat. "Oscar, please leave me alone. I don't feel well. We can have this whole shitty family union another time alright?"  I abruptly stood up. I was not going to let myself start feeling horrible because of him. He was not worth it. I took my bowl and my glass of water and left.

What I hadn't noticed was Charles brooding on the table next to me. What I certainly hadn't anticipated was Charles hearing every single word that Oscar and I said.

I sat down on a bench outside. I finished my food as I looked out deep into the distance thinking about Oscar's words. They hurt a lot. Much more than I had initially thought they would.

I walked into the buffet 45 minutes later. I put my bowl and glass on the wash pile inside the buffet and left. I didn't look at anybody I didn't want to. I felt embarrassed I had let Oscar get to me.

I reached my room only to see a bouquet of Lilies and fruits? When did this get here I wondered as I opened my door and took the basket inside. I checked for a note, which took me forever because it seemed to be hidden under the white Lilies. This is what it read:

Dear ElleCee,

Sometimes the things that hurt us the most are the things that make us stronger as a person and more importantly they make us US. Don't let anyone falter your beautiful smile because nobody is worthy enough to. I'm in the darkness you don't look, but I'm always there protecting you. You are my mon trésor.
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Has somebody heard Oscar and I? Still, it was so thoughtful. I smelt the fruits. They smelt gorgeous. My stomach clenched in pain as I instantly wrapped my arm around it. I don't know why I did, but I curled myself up into a ball laid on my bed. I quickly messaged my dad telling him I wish him the best for qualifying even though I know he'll do great. Then I fell into unconsciousness.

 Then I fell into unconsciousness

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