Harley Faith Storm young rallycross driver with passion for everything that has power and let her feel adrenaline. That's probably why she competes with cars and bikes as well. She's young, she's talented and crazy, as many people desrcribes her as...
I woke up first. Looking at Charles naked right next to me. I remembered everything we did, we shouldn't. I should bring him to his room, go to mine and sleep. I can't, I just... I quietly get dressed, packed my things. I left a note on the side table, glass of water and few painkillers.
What did I do.
I slept with Charles Leclerc.
Few days later
We didn't talked or texted with Charles. I was hoping he would send me something. But no. But that's fine, what did I expect. We said that we're drunk and won't remember it. And that's what happed. It's my fault that as soon as he touched me I became sober. I need to focus. Championship is closer and closer and that's where my mind is supposed to be.
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Well, that escalated quickly. But what did I expect, when there's news everywhere talking about my performance and how they think I could be world champ.
It was late night I was sitting in my car in the dark, stargazing. Letting my mind wander everywhere. Thinking about all the hate I'm getting now, all things I need to do, to accomplish to finally find my peace. My phone started ringing, Lando is calling.
F: hmm? L: I don't like that tone of yours. F: You're drunk Lando. L: Causeee I was p2! F: I know, I watched. You and Charles did a great job. L: You good little one? F: If you need someone to get you home, just call a cab.
I turned my phone off and throw it somewhere in my car. I wasn't in the mood for anything actually. I shivered as some car pulled next to mine. First that came to my mind was Charles with Lando. Why am I thinking about him. Faith shut it. I opened my door as I was trying to get out to see who's there, but someone was quicker. He grabbed me by my hair and throw me out of my car. "What the fuck you think you're doing?" I just groaned as he kicked my ribs. "What other asshole on the whole world than you would be there." "I beg your pardon?" He grabbed me by neck and pulled me up to my legs. "Luke, I know you're shitty at your work." He started laughing, then he slapped me hard, I hit my head on my car as I was falling. Then up again, another punch, another kick, few ugly words and then he left. "Try to fuck up your race bitch and you'll see!"
I managed to crawl back to my car, I leaned my back on wheel. I didn't say or do anything. That's what it is. My manager. I won't do as he says, I will get treated like that. No one knows. No one ever will. As I sat on the ground my head tilted back so my nose could stop bleeding I heard my phone buzzing. Shit I thought I turned it off. Somehow I managed to get my phone. Lando again.
F: Look I told you *painfull breath* I won't do cab. Ch: Hey it's me. Ch: Lando is totally drunk, and I don't know what to do with him. Another really painful breath. F: I... I am sorry Charles. I- *inhale, exhale*. Ch: Hey what's wrong? What happed? Where are you?
He completely changed in his tone. I heard Lando in back as he sobered up on thought there's something wrong with me. I didn't reply, I wanted, but the pain was stronger than me and I felt unconscious.
