Nemesism [Max Verstappen]

[6] Strangers you trust and strangers you don't

Hello people :)

So I'll just start with the TW's (brace yourself): attempted rape, victim blaming, verbal abuse, physical abuse (but deserved)

Also, I just want to note that I do not have asthma, but Lucy does. I'll try to write it the best I can, but if any of you have asthma and corrections, please let me know!

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Lucy's diary

I am never going to a party again.

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»This is my car.« Ocon's fingers grazed over the dark blue hood of his car.

For a second his focus was off Lucy, but it wasn't enough time for her to decide whether she should give in to her stomach feeling and run or stay.

»Doesn't she look good?« The man asked, turning back to her. His sharp look made it clear that he was expecting her to agree.

Lucy responded with a quiet 'yes', preoccupied with the memory of Kyra telling her that men who referred to their cars as "she or her" were red flags. Slowly but surely the blonde wished she would not have come out here with Ocon.

Was it that hard to just make up an excuse?

She could have said that she promised Kyra to go dance with her. Or that she had to go to the bathroom. Anything would have made her feel safer than standing in a semi-lighted parking lot with a man she didn't know.

The dizziness she was experiencing didn't help. Lucy assumed it was from the one sip of the long island ice tea she'd had.

Maybe it's good Kyra isn't here. She'd make fun of me for being such a light weight, Lucy joked to herself, trying to relieve some of the stress pulsating in her chest. It worked only until Esteban spoke again.

»It looks even better from the inside.« It was a simple comment, but coming from him it sounded more like an invitation. A demand actually.

»I'm sure it does.« Lucy agreed, still forcing herself to smile.

Every time he said something she found it harder and harder to convince herself that he was just being nice. That he really just wanted to show her his car.

It became almost impossible when she suddenly felt a hand on her lower back, which pulled her against Estebans side. His touch felt like burning hot iron against her bare arms, making Lucy shiver.

»Do you want to see?«

Without waiting for an answer, the French man urged her closer to the back of the car.

Frozen Lucy followed, her brain unable to comprehend what was happening. Her eyes did see the hand reaching for the handle, opening the door, but she wasn't able to react.

Her mind was convinced that someone like Ocon wouldn't want to do with her what other people usually did in the back of a car.

It was her after all. Men didn't see Lucy like that.

But her instincts said otherwise. Screaming at her to run, duck away and get back into the club, where all the other people were.

She tried, but as soon as she moved an inch, Ocons grip around her arm hardened, keeping her pressed closely against his body.