Sitting In Traffic | Formula 1

Chapter 92- Fuck A Fake Smile

There was a bouquet of flowers on the front porch when Riley got back to Max's apartment. She was on the phone with Max until she pulled her car into his driveway. Jade pulled in a few minutes after her with a bag already packed for the weekend. Riley's hands were shaking as she opened the door for Jade to walk inside, she was listing off questions. As in who was stalking her, why they were stalking her, and how.

They called the police right after Jade put her bag down in the living room. The police took their time since it wasn't an immediate emergency. No one was dying or physically hurt. It gave Riley time to simplistically explain things to Jade.

'Someone I went hooked up with in college'

Riley couldn't bring herself to go into detail. She physically, mentally and emotionally would've needed Max with her to do so. Riley managed to hold her tears after taking deep breaths, keeping the orange envelope in her lap. She was guarding it like her life depended on it. In some ways, it did.

Everyone was gathered in Max's dining room that for the most part remained unused. Max and Riley always ate at the kitchen counter, occasionally the table found use when more people where around. But Max found that rare. Riley slid the envelope across the table to the police hesitantly, feeling her breath hitch in her throat.

"This is what they sent, what Noah sent" Riley said blandly, it was like taking sandpaper to the tongue, "I already checked, all of those photos are from private accounts so it has to be someone who follows them"

"I'm sure someone could have found a loop around" One of the officers said, raising his eyebrows when he pulled the photos out of the envelope.

"But why-"

"Stalkers come hand in hand with fame" He told Riley, "If you couldn't handle them you wouldn't be here right now"

"That's not fair to say" Riley looked at Jade with a dropped jaw, turning to the police once they started getting up from the table. "I shouldn't be expected to just let someone follow me around because my boyfri-"

"We don't know if they are yet" The other officer told her, "We'll look into it"

"For now, just stay in Monaco, or with another person"

"O-okay"

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Riley was a complete mess after talking to the police. They completely disregarded the concerns she had for her safety, talking in French so she couldn't understand as they left. But Jade caught everything that was said. They left with the envelope and all of the photos, which killed Riley knowing someone had a physical copy now, and they weren't just buried deep in the internet.

She was on the phone with Max, sitting on the couch with pillows and blankets next to Jade, relaying everything that was said over to him. He could barley understand her through her tears. So he stopped her mid sentence.

"Rye- Riles" He said gently, "I need you to breathe for a second"

"I am." Riley emphasized, "You take it" She handed the phone off to Jade who was nearly equally as concerned.

"They told her-" Jade said loudly over the phone to Max, ensuring he'd be able to hear through her accent, "The police said that 'if you didn't want stalkers you wouldn't be famous' as if they came pair in pair"

"The fuck doe-" Max muted himself for a moment while he got his thoughts in order, "So they're not going to do anything?"

"They took my information and the photos," Riley told him, pulling herself together so she could talk to him. "But I don't think they'll do anything"