Problematic || Lando Norris

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Madelyn Francis-Clark
Japan 🇯🇵

Feeling overwhelmed I ran to the bathroom and started to run a hot bath, which I usually do when I need to calm down. Laying in a tub of hot water soaks away all my in conveniences. When the bath was running I poured myself a glass of red wine to help me simmer down with my bath, in the time my bath filled up I sweared off my phone turning it off so my mind wouldn't continue to be tempted to check on Lando, he made that choice he can deal with the consequences. However, before I do switch it off I message my doctor in regards to m wrists, asking how long till it's healed so I can go back to my own life. Instead of being dragged from country to country watching a sport I don't even like full of people I hate.

I sip on the deep red liquid that filled my glass as I dipped the tips of my fingers in the water, pulling them back almost instantly due to the high temperature. But I prefer this when having a bath the higher the temp the easy it is to clear my mind. I strip off my clothes which I fell asleep in last night that now left a dirty layer on top of my skin. I submerged myself in the bath and felt the flaming sensation instantly, biting down on my lip to try and comfort my scorching skin. To disguise this feeling even further I began sipping the wine feeling myself become levelheaded once again with every sip. I closed my eyes and sunk down into the water letting all my worries disperse from my mind and fade into the hot liquid. I felt the smile build on my lips and my mind satisfied along with my eyes growing heavy but this time I didn't fight it I welcomed it, encouraged it.

I open my eyes again when I felt the chilled water my skin had soaked in. I rub my eyes as I look down to see my body laying in the apparent now bubble free liquid before getting up and out. I dress myself in the white robe the hotel had provided as I make my way over to my bed and sigh as I unlock my phone. I see all the notifications spam through but scroll looking for any important ones and see a chain of messages from Max.

Max 🚙

we won !!

Me and Danny got a 1- 2 finish

I hope your feeling better :)

Lando got into a bad crash and he's being under investigation.

and the FIA have asked if you can be question...

questioned about what ???!

just the incident and if you know anything

we all got questioned

but I wasn't there

🤷‍♂️

I'll pick you up in 30mins

I run my hands down my face preventing me from screaming till I pass out I just got over earlier events and now its being shoved down my throat again. I made my way through the offices as I headed to my assign room trying to hide how nervous I am, unlike the drivers who were interviewed I know the truth, I know how intoxicated Lando was. I stood at the large double doors and tried to clear these memories from my mind before making my way into the office. I was greeted by two important looking men in suits who stared at me with a stone cold glare as I advanced towards them.

"Have a seat Miss Francis-Clark." The man on the right said, designating me to the chair opposite them. "Do you understand why you're here?"

"In regards to Lando's crash." I answer taking a seat as the man who has yet spoke pulls out voice recorder placing it on the table facing me, making my palms grow sweaty.

"Correct." He responded with a nod, "There have been rumours of the McLaren driver being under the influence which resulted in his cheap driving then further his crash."

"I wouldn't know I wasn't present at todays race." I answer somewhat truthfully, trying to maintain eye contact helping with my clueless facade.

"Why was that Miss Francis-Clark?" The quiet man pulled out a folder and started to read through, afraid he knew something I didn't.

"I was feeling very ill." I lie staring down at the folder.

"Was you ill went you went into Mr Norris' room last night?" He asked with a dirty smirk plastered across his face.

"Excuse me?" I say being caught off guard my hands making their way down to my rings to anxiously fiddle with.

"Did you or did you not spend the night at Lando Norris' room?"

I sat in silence unsure of what to say if my father knew what I did it would be over for me, more than it already was mind you.

"Don't worry Miss, everything you say stays between us, the FIA." He tells me to encourage some information out of me.

But for some reason I trust him and answer. "I went over to deliver him the letter stating it was him who would be racing rather than Oscar. He invited me in but I fell asleep, I had a long day of press and was exhausted."

"How did Norris seem when you arrived."

I though about it. I though about the practically unconscious state he was in upon my arrival. But I couldn't tell them that It would ruin his career that I now know means so much to him so I lied. "Fine and normal he was tired due to his poor result in qualifying but he was sober if that's what you're referring too."

"What about this morning?" He asked with that same smirk again. "There were reports off shouting from both parties."

That cleaning lady snitched, what a bitch. "Me and Lando are quite different." I say trying to explain in the most positive way possible. "So majority of things result in arguments."

I was sat there for another ten minuets or so before my interrogation was finally over. A sigh of relief fell from my lips as I left their pop-up building. Stress doesn't even come close to describe how I felt in there. And shock, I just lied so Lando Norris couldn't get in trouble. I've had a disappointing change off character.

After hearing what he had to say last night about the pressure he was under my heart couldn't take it. I felt sick with guilt every time I would ridicule him for not winning a race. And this feeling of shame still wouldn't disappear no matter how hard I tried.