On my own-lewis Hamilton

Chapter 9

I woke up by the ruff repeated knock coming from my door. I hid my head under the pillow it was way too early.
"Go away" I groan try to get back to sleep
"Emma get up we are leaving soon" my dad says coldly.
I can sense he's still pissed off from last night. But it was his own fault he's always in a mood and now I'm grounded.

To be honest I'm still pissed off from last night. I don't wanna talk to him all that will happen is that he will start lecturing me.

I go to the bathroom to do my hair and makeup and slam my bedroom door on the way in annoyance practically storming into the bathroom.
I put my hair in a messy half up half down. And did light makeup.

"Can you stop slamming doors" my dad says  bluntly
"Whatever" I say while walking back to my room to get dressed while slamming my door on the way just to piss him off even more.
I get dressed wearing denim shorts and a crop top. I walk out my room and put my shoes on as we have to leave soon.
"Phone" my dad says while pointing at my phone.
"No I ain't giving it I haven't done nothing" I say while gripping onto my phone tight.
"Your not behaving like this today"
"Yeah because not having my phones gonna make a difference" I say annoyed
"I don't care just give it Emma"
"Whatever" I say giving in while handing it over knowing he's gonna get it either way.

We walked out of the hotel to the car. I hated him so much I haven't even done anything. But I guess it's fine because I know I will find it later in his drivers room.

I got into the car and strapped myself in waiting to leave.
"When can I get my phone back?" I say annoyed
"When you get back to the uk"
"That's ages away!" I moan, he's so unfair
"It's literally not even 2 days" he says while concentrating on driving.
"That's along time" I say while crossing my arms

We arrived at the track and it was super busy since it was race day. I managed to avoid all the paparazzi and media and got straight to the garage. I sat in the garage while the mechanics and engineers worked on the cars. I was super bored I had no phone. I kept on swinging my legs up and down trying to entertain myself.

"Emma stop it and just sit still" my dad says as he's stood going over data with his race engineer Bono.
"I'm not even doing anything" I whisper under my breath. As I just glare at him in anger.

He literally knows I struggle to sit down because of my adhd. He just trying to take his anger out of me.

He walked past me to get ready for the race and didn't say a single word. I felt really anxious about the race. He was not in a good mood and definitely not focused properly. Anything can happen when your not focused one tiny thing and your in the wall. I know if that happens it will only be worse since he's so stressed about winning the championship.
To stay in the lead he has to be at least 2nd.

He walked out the garage to the grid to get warm up for the race.

It was about 5 minutes before the lights went out and his physio Angela walked into the garage. I saw her coming over to me as I gave her a small smile. Me and Angela actually get on really well as I've know her for a really long time and quite often travels with us.
"You ok? I can see dads very stressed and I know he can sometimes take it out on you" she says concerned
"Yeah I'm ok I guess but he's grounded me and taken my phone away since he got that bad result in quali" i sigh
"I can try and talk to him if you and change his mind" she says while smiling at me
"No it's ok he's pretty stubborn"
"More like very stubborn" Angela says while laughing

We watch the race and dad got a bad start and he's down to p5. I can see he's angry at himself. It's lap 24 and he's managed to get himself back up into p2 and is close to the leader max verstappen.

I look up and see his car going very slowly. It was now lap 52 nearly the end of the race. He's got an engine failure. He's so angry he was practically shouting through the radio. He's now p2 in the championships since he has a dnf and max verstappen won the Spanish Grand Prix