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"Do you understand?" Denzel asked and watched his daughter nod. He took the cloth out of her mouth so she could speak again and she gasped for air.

"And can you tell me what you need to do?" He asked again and Senna took a second before regaining the ability to speak.

"Don't slack, don't have distractions, don't speak with Max." Senna recited his points that he had been forcing her to learn for the last four hours.

When she returned home, she was excited for some alone time. Until Denzel locked her in the guest room. Her shirt and shorts were soaked with blood now, but she didn't know whether to focus on the pain, or giving her father the right answers. She decided that if she didn't answer correctly, it would lead to more pain, so she was trying to focus on her answers.

"Why?" Denzel asked and got in close to her face once again. Senna sat limp on the chair in the corner. She hadn't bothered to fight him, as it didn't work in the past.

"I cannot fail. If I don't have football and racing, then I have nothing." She said  and it sounded like a well programmed machine. She couldn't look him in the eyes, so she averted her gaze and looked at the ground. Denzel smiled at her and picked up his things.

"Clean this up." Denzel said and left. That was all he needed after all. And the man walked out like he had so many times before.

But as Senna sat there slouched down, practically limp in the uncomfortable chair, she couldn't help but feel guilty. Denzel had been kind enough to agree to the Red Bull deal, but only if Senna promised him a few things. She felt like she was forever in his debt though, which she probably was.

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"Fuck, what is wrong with you?" Senna complained and rolled over. The older man cackled and unpaused the song on his phone. The Dutch national anthem filled the guest room in Martin's flat.

"What?! You're going to be hearing even more of this when you tell Christian the news!" Martin told her and Senna groaned as she remembered. She had drunkenly admitted to Martin last night that she planned on taking Red Bull's empty seat. Clearly, she wasn't supposed to say it yet, as she still was without a manager.

"Shut up! You were never supposed to know." She sat up now to glare at Martin. He only sighed when he saw the dark patches of skin which coated her arms. It didn't really surprise him, after knowing the girl since childhood.

"I'll get your shit from the cabinet, don't move." The older man sighed. It was kind of funny how angry the two friends could sound when they weren't actually angry at all.

Martin stood up to go get some ointments and stuff that he kept at his house specifically for her. Usually when she was staying away from Denzel, she would stay with the dj in his flat. Sometimes they would even record together when she just needed to let out some anger.

He came back in and silently sat down on the bed as she applied some things. They sat just like that for a moment, a brief minute of awkwardness flooding into the room. It was rare for that to happen with the two childhood best friends, so Martin broke the silence.

"I'm supposed to be mad at you." Martin pointed out as he fiddled with his fingers. Senna only chuckled and put the lid back on the bottle.

"Do you want to know why?" He asked.