"Jesus dad, you spooked us." Ayla says as she gets off Daniel's lap.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Her father yells, nostrils flaring and his face all red. If it was possible there would be steam coming from his ears."We were just kissing. Don't get a bloody heart attack over it." Ayla replies frustrated.
Her dad acts like she is still a child who did something really bad while she was just making out with a very cute guy."Do you have no respect for your mother? She is hardly cremated and you're out here screwing somebody's brains out."
It's clear Robert is beyond himself with anger, but his comments infuriate Ayla.
"How dare you say that?! No respect for mum? That's just.... Never mind. Just go inside before you say something you're going to regret."In the mean time Daniel has gotten up from the sun bed, he's worried about the anger he sees in Robert's eyes and he doesn't want Ayla to get hurt by him.
"And with fucking Daniel Ricciardo!! How dare you act like a little F1 drivers whore on your mothers funeral." Robert rages on.
"Now sir, with all do respect. I don't like you talking to her like that." Daniel interferes.
He doesn't like confrontation and he will always try to stay out of it. But hearing a father call his own daughter a whore, just for kissing him, is crossing a line.What he didn't expect was Robert taking a swing at him and because he didn't see it coming it lands right against his jaw with a force that causes him to see stars for a moment. He stumbles back, almost tripping over the sun bed they were just on.
"DAD!! What the fuck!"
Ayla quickly tends to Daniel who is rubbing his jaw, his bottom lip has split slightly and there's blood running from the cut.
"Shit! Daniel you're bleeding. Go back inside to get it cleaned up. I'll be right there." Ayla says, looking at him with worry in her eyes.Despite the craziness of the situation, it warms Daniel's heart that she seems to care about him. He knew there was something between them. It's just that neither last time nor this time the timing is right. Especially now with her dad throwing punches, he doesn't think Robert will warm up to him soon.
"I'm not leaving you with him baby." Daniel says, standing up straight again. If Robert is going to take a swing at him again he will be prepared.
"He won't hurt me. Just go get that lip taken care off. I'll be fine." Ayla stands between Daniel and her dad, protecting him from Robert's rage.
Daniel is torn. He knows he needs ice and something to stop the bleeding, but leaving Ayla with her crazy dad doesn't seem right."Ayla. I..." he wants to protest again.
"Daniel, please. Go. I promise it's best you go. I might be able to calm him down, but not with you still standing here." Ayla explains and reluctantly Daniel nods. She's probably right. Her father is very pissed at him, so if he stays he might only agitate him more."Ok but don't be too long. I don't want you to get hurt." He says.
He wants to kiss her, but with Robert there it would be the worst idea.
"Stay away from my daughter you piece of shit!" Robert yells as Daniel walks away."Dad! Don't you talk to him like that! He is a good guy. Now what the hell is wrong with you? Are you out of your mind? I'm twenty three and I can kiss whomever I want." Ayla says clenching her fists.
It hurt when her father said she had no respect for her mother and it also hurt when he called her a whore.The beach was so peaceful and quiet when it was just her and Daniel. But now her father completely destroyed that moment and the atmosphere that was hanging around the couple.
"You disgust me. I can't believe you're fucking some bloody F1 driver. I thought you cared for your mother, but you were just hooking up with him!" Robert is now just accusing her of things that are simply not true.
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Unchained Melody (Daniel Ricciardo)
FanfictionAyla grew up with F1. With her father working for the FIA and him taking her to races ever since she was a little girl, F1 is a part of her. After finishing high school she wants to study communications and marketing so she can work for one of the t...