The winter air whipped me in the face as I walked down the streets of New York, I hated it here. I was actually from Wisconsin and lived with my grandparents for the first 15 years of my life. My grandpa taught me everything I needed to know about F1. We would spend hours watching old races and he taught me about carting. My grandparents weren't rich but my parents agreed to fund my F1 career from their pent house in New York.
We spent the years traveling around living the dream my grandpa and I shared, nothing made him happier than me loving to same sport he did, Well and winning races but who wouldn't love that.
At 16 I moved to New York and apart from the odd 9 month period when I was 17 Ive been here, with my mother and father. I never fully forgave either of them for not being around when I was a kid. To give credit my mother has made up for it in more ways then one, but I still hated my father and I hated New York.
"Emerson Sinclair, welcome home" the door man greeted me. I took the elevator up to the penthouse, and immediately walked to my room. It was at the end of the long hallway but on the opposite side to my parents room. I flopped down on the bed and took out my phone. All of my friends were seeing their family's and apparently Im the only one who disliked mine.
My mother made me promise to come to New York to see her and so here I was. I would be back in Wisconsin in 4 weeks to see my grandparents before I ran back across the ocean to the McLaren Factory. For now I had nothing to do but driving the sim racer I had set up in my room and shopping.
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"So Emerson, Your mother says you got p8 at the last race" My father spoke
"You didn't watch?" I look up with him, He was trying to get back on my "good side" by relating to me but in my mind he's too far gone and I will simply never forgive him.
"I was busy"
"Mhm" I looked back at my plate picking at the mix of pale vegetables and bland meat, the chief was either lying about being a chief or my parents have awful taste.
*Ding* My phone went off, it was a text from El.
El: Australia, with my brother, for the next two weeks and you leave in 3 hours.
El: your welcome
Emerson: I love you, send me details now!
"Emerson, listen to me when I talk to you" My father scolded
"Im going to Australia, mom text me when you will be at another race" I walked over and hugged her goodbye. She refused to get in between my father and I's rocky relationship, I think she secretly also doesn't forgive him.
I had my suit case packed and got a text back from Ellis with flight information. Leaving the penthouse was easier than I thought, I had imagined there being more screaming from my father.
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Ellis and Mick picked me up in a BMW M5 which is arguable not the prettiest but whatever. "You two are my angles" They both laugh as we start driving "where are we going?" I ask looking out the window to see if I could tell.
