𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗔 𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗔𝗦 is Fernando Alonso's replacement at Aston Martin after he retires. Her only goal is to prove that she belongs in the sport. However, one driver who goes by the name Lando Norris appears to only want to distract her from t...
I just saw someone add my other work to a reading list called "nah this is shit" and idk whether to laugh or cry.
On another note Logan and Pato had such good weekends. I cried.
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TWO WEEKS LATER and Cassie was back at the track, clear to drive as long as she was careful. She'd only missed one race weekend.
She spent that night at Eli's, and came back to her flat the next morning. Tristan was outraged that she left instead of sleeping in her own bed. She heard none of it and told him to "pack his shit".
When he realized his leverage and blackmail was no more, he fell to his knees in front of her and begged her to let him stay, for her to stay with him. "I love you, I don't love her. She just... she's better at sex than you are." He told her while sobbing, as if insulting her would help him any.
She left him there, giving him the day to pack his things and make his leave.
That first few was difficult for her. It was hard for her to eat, Brina practically had to shove the food down her throat. Sleeping didn't come easy either. She found it impossible to sleep in her own flat. Even though Eli went and bought her a replacement for her shredded mattress, she couldn't sleep in her own flat.
Though she slept at Brina's or Elena's or Eli's, and was able to find sleep easier, she never got a good night out of it. It was filled with bad dream after bad dream and she kept waking up at odd hours of the night drenched in sweat with her skin littered in goosebumps.
Gradually, she got better. She could eat a little more, sleep a little better. But the bags under her eyes remained and she'd lost a couple kilos.
She found that sleeping in Saudi Arabia was easier, probably because she was far from the scene of the crime.
Ahead of qualifying, Cassie was couldn't stand still. Even when Chris was trying to breakdown the best strategy to use, she constantly shifted her feet and scratched her nails up and down her forearm.
"Quit that." Brina came over, slapping her hand and halting her movements.
"You okay? You need a breather?" Chris asked. Brina had told him what happened to Cassie.
Cassie shook her head and changed the topic. "So... p10 is the best you think I can do? Mick is projected to be p6, where am I losing time to him?"
Chris looked at the other data of their practice qualifying laps. "Uh..." he started. "Everywhere." He said hesitantly. Cassie blinked. "Okay. Just pick up the pace. Got it." Her disappointment was almost tangible, both Brina and Chris could feel it hanging heavy in the air.
Minutes later, Cassie found herself sitting in the car, ready to put in her best laps. There was a persistent sting of pain to her ribs, not enough to actually hurt but enough to be uncomfortable.
