Snow on the Beach- Formula 1

9

"What the hell was that?!" I yelled in frustration, now in the garage watching Daniel fall further and further back in the standings. The least he could do was making up for my lost points but it seemed like he couldn't even do that. Christian also seemed just as pissed as me, just with a bit more self-control. The race ended up finishing with terrible results from Red Bull, with Daniel only managing to scrap up p15.

Media ended up becoming extremely unpleasant after the race, with me mostly getting questions about my reactions of Daniel's performance from the garage. Which made me even more mad because of course they weren't even going to ask me about my own performance before I was taken out. I was mostly just exhausted from the whole day along with everything else that was happening around the track. In middle of me answering questions to the American media I noticed a certain guy in the corner of my eye. Daniel. I quickly finished my interview and instantly took off in the opposite direction as fast as I could. I wasn't ready to hear his apology, not yet.

Thankfully I managed to avoid him until I reached my driver's room. And to just my luck, only to find another person I did not want to see. "Can you just give me a damn break!" I yelled right into Lewis's face before slamming the door on him.

Of course we had to go right into another racing week in Bahrain. What an amazing birthday week this was going to be.

I heard a knock on my door. "Don't want to hear it Lewis, seriously." I said.

"Alessia it's me." I heard Anna through the other side of the door.

"Then come on in!" I announced sarcastically. Anna walked into my room and quickly closed the door. "I did all of my media Anna, I'm completely done with this weekend." I told her, but the look on her face told me something I did not want to hear.

"Get your ass up Alessia. Red Bull's making you do this media, now." She said, suddenly turning into more of a manager than my best friend. Anna then left the room quietly, leaving me to contemplate what she just said.

Really? Team Media? After I just DNF'ed from my own teammate? Come on!

But i decided to just bite my tongue and just get through whatever they were making us do and then I could just hide out in my hotel room in Bahrain the rest of the week, doing whatever I want for my birthday. Or better yet, making a quick stop back home to Monaco until Wednesday. So I just dug my heels in and started making my way to wherever Red Bull wanted us to be at. 

When I got there I immediately noticed Daniel, looking like a lost puppy until he noticed me. His eyes instantly brightening. I shut him down instantaneously by simply just walking right on by him, not paying him any mind at all. Because if he really wanted to apologize he would put in the damn effort. The media thing was a bit fun at least, we played a fun little guessing game on if certain world records were real or fake. It pissed me off to say the least that he didn't try to apologize after our video finished filming, but I knew that all I wanted to do then was to just go home for a couple of days. And by home this time I meant Monaco. Monaco was one of the few places I could really escape the realities of being myself, it's why I wanted to move there as soon as my seat in F1 was secured. Ever since my early days of karting it was terrible in my household. Everything seemed perfect on the outside of my father's "perfect" family and life. Going to his races as a family before he retired, being in public all together. But it was far from it. Some of my only memories of my father before he died was being angry at me for doing something wrong in his eyes.

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1994

"Alessia!" I heard my father roar. 

I had just finished racing a pretty terrible race on my behalf according to my dad, finishing in the back-half. Definitely not at all what my father had wanted for me that day, especially since he decided to brag at the track that day as 'the future world champion's father' and that he was an actual former F1 champion.

"What the hell was that Alessia?" 

"I'm sorry Dad I just couldn't-" I attempted to argue with him unsuccessfully.

"I don't care. If you can't get past someone, you don't deserve to be racing in the first place."

He then walked away from me, still standing next to my go-kart unsure exactly to do next. And I could tell everyone around me felt the same way, watching and waiting. So I waited, hoping for my father to come back sometime soon or for anyone to just tell me what I needed to do. I ended up standing there for a long time. But eventually my mother finally managed to get my dad to tell her where the hell I was, rushing over to me frantically asking if i was okay. 

She was just as scared of my dad, her own husband, just like I was. Their marriage turning sour after my two younger brothers were born. But she always told me that she stayed for us, afraid of my father's influence and power. And I believed her, I would be too. "Alessia I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to leave you alone like this." She was almost sobbing as we wheeled my go-kart back to her car.

"Why did Dad leave me there?" I asked innocently, now in the car heading back home to our house in Fayetteville.

"I don't know Leis."

It was like that for all of that year until near Christmas, when Dad got sick again. He stopped going to any of my races, opting to go to my brother's hockey games instead. It broke my heart as much as I knew he was harsh on me. All I wanted was my Dad's approval. But he still denied that from me, looking at the tapes that my mom recorded of my races as an opportunity to criticize. One day I overheard him and my mom talking in another room to which I instantly picked up it on being about me. When my mom asked why he only went to my brothers matches he said...

'because they don't embarrass my legacy.'

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"Ms.Taylor?" I heard a voice ask me, snapping me out of my daydream.

"Yes?" I responded, embarrassed that someone caught me off guard.

"We've arrived in Monaco."