dangerous curves -Lando Norris (English Version)

Part 38: feel bad

Drenched in sweat, I wake up again the same night. Sitting up, I try to calm myself and my mind. Failed. In addition, my breathing is difficult, very difficult. Panic surrounds me. Clutching my palms, I try to come down. This also fails. Tears were already flowing again. I closed my eyes for a moment and didn't mind thinking about finally being relieved of the pain. But his voice in my thoughts made me keep breathing. Remembering the beautiful moments brought my breathing back into the right rhythm.

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"You haven't slept much, have you?" Charles asks me as we drive to the race track together.

''I had another panic attack...'' I reply, exhausted.

"What?" asks Lewis, who is driving the car.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" asks Maria, who is sitting next to Lewis.

''I'm fine,'' I reply, putting my injured palms in my sweater.

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I'm walking alone through the paddock after the first free training session in the fresh weather and we both run into each other. Suddenly I recognized someone, the pronunciation of my eyes changing. He noticed this too. Lando stopped and followed my eyes.

"Is that him?" he whispered, realizing that I was afraid.

I only gave an anxious nod of my head.

'Don't move... and do what's asked of you for once,' he says aggressively.

I stood rooted to the spot. Lando grabs the guy and punches him right in the face. I recoil even more. I press my nails into my palms again.

''Amalia...heyy'' Charles' voice sounds beside me and pulls me into a hug.

Walking with him, I find myself in the Ferrari's garage.

"What was that about Lando?" he asks me.

"Can you please check on Lando and see if he's okay?" I ask Charles anxiously.

A few minutes passed.

"And?" I asked anxiously as Charles returned to me.

'He's okay... just a little bruised,' Charles says gently.

I immediately get up from the couch.

'Amalia...it's not a good idea...' Charles warns me lovingly.

'Why?' I ask, confused.

'He doesn't want you to look after him...' Charles answers me after a long pause.

Without a thought, I stormed out of the Ferrari garage and over to his. I found him in his office again, but not as I had expected. The woman from yesterday was sitting on his lap, cleaning his wounds. My eyes remained fixed on the two of them until he noticed me.

"What are you doing here? I told Charles I didn't want to see you here...' he said rudely.

'I just wanted to check on you...' I say quietly, on the verge of tears again.

'I'm not interested. Go and close the door from the outside'' he repeats his repulsive tone.

''Are you two a couple now?'' I ask, again pressing my nails into my palms.

His eyes take in what I'm doing.

'I am Luisa,' her tender voice sounds.

'I am Amalia,' I say.

Our eyes meet again. Without another answer from him, I leave the room again. I lock myself in a cubicle in the bathroom. Another panic attack. Weakened, I leave after half an hour.

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"Are you coming to the whirlpool?" Maria's voice comes.

My head, which had previously been bowed, now rises. Music and voices follow from the garden. Maria was wearing the bikini, which looked stunning on her.

"No, I don't have a bikini with me," I lied, still weakened.

'I can lend you one of mine...' she tried to convince me.

'All good...'

"What's the matter, sweetie?" she asks and comes closer.

Not paying attention, she discovers my wounds on my palms.

'You're really not well, are you?' she asks worriedly and tends to the wounds very carefully.

'I don't know why I'm suffering so much,' I reply quietly.

''Because you love him, amalia...'' says Maria.

'Then he probably doesn't love me...because he's not suffering at all...he's already got the next one...' I reply hurt.

'He's just suffering something else...he loves you and his new one is just a distraction...' Maria tries to encourage me.

Carried away by her, I follow her outside. But I sit down outside the whirlpool with the bandages around my palms. His eyes fall directly on them. When I notice it, I hide it under my sweater.

"Are you okay?" Charles asks me, his hand gently touching my knee.

''Yes, don't worry,'' I reply with a fake smile.

'amalia...we're playing a game...do you want to play?' Oscar's voice comes from the hot whirpool.

'Why not?' I wasn't averse.

'lando...now it's your turn...'' says Max.

My exhausted eyes now meet his.

"Kiss the prettiest girl in this whirlpool," Max adds, after thinking for a moment.

Of course I was hoping for myself. But those hopes were dashed when he spoke.

'I don't see anyone pretty here...no offense Maria, but you're taken and the rest is not my cup of tea...' he finished his sentence, his cold eyes briefly meeting mine.

But my eyes quickly disappeared.

'Respectfully, bro,' Lewis says and claps Lando.

''I'm tired...I'm going to sleep...'' I whisper to Charles.

'What really? Do you want me to take you upstairs?' he asks anxiously.

''I don't want there to be any problems between you and Alexandra...'' I argue back.

'I have to tell you something anyway...' Charles says and gets out of the whirlpool.

Charles and I leave the circle together and wander upstairs to his bedroom. I make myself comfortable on his bed and wait for him. Unexpectedly, my cell phone vibrates in my pocket, which I reach for.

Lando: 'So leclerc is my replacement now? Pretty cheap...''

Breathing deeply, I read the message again.

Me:,,it's none of your business anymore..at least he's not hurting me like you did in the last few hours...'' I answer him honestly.