FIVE
"TAKE COVER!"
Farah Becker shot up from her bed with a short scream, sweat beading off her entire body, sticky and wet, her lungs working at full capacity as she panicked, unable to slow her breathing down, her eyes dilated, wide, and filled with terrorising fear, tears free falling down her cheeks, her body trembling.
Her body rolled to the side and out of her bed with a thump as she curled herself up in to a ball, her hands covering her head just like they were when her nightmares had been her true reality.
She crawled on her stomach until she was safely hidden underneath her bed, her breaths repeatedly being caught in the back of her throat, her hands clasped over her lips as she begged herself to not make a sound, incase of being discovered.
She couldn't even feel the burning pain in her leg because in that moment, she wasn't in her bedroom.
She was on a battlefield.
Her eyes became screwed shut, her body trembling with fear, grief, and guilt all in one, her hand never moving from her dry, chapped lips.
She didn't even know that the sun had come up.
All that she did know was that when the dust, dirt, blood, and chaos within her mind had finally settled, her eyes having finally reopened to see that she was safe, in her bedroom, albeit underneath her bed, she knew just one single thing.
She needed help.
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"Are you okay?"
Ocean blue eyes stared in to her soul as she zoned out, dissociating whilst holding her now cold quadruple espresso, dark circles evident underneath her eyes, her skin dull and tired looking.
"I said, are you okay?"
The lost, empty and dull eyes of Farah Becker stared solely at the cafe table in front of her, her knee on the seat which rested one of her arms, her face unmoving, not even registering what was going on around her.
"Miss Becker!"
A hand slammed harshly down on the table in front of her, her body jolting from the sudden shock as she suddenly zoned back in, her thankfully cold drink being thrown all over her body, a gasp leaving her lips.
She glanced back up to see that somebody had been seated opposite her, their ocean blue eyes filled with concern and worry for the woman who was usually so aware of her surroundings.
"Who's in danger?" Farah rushed out, shaking her head from side to side to get rid of her previous thoughts, her eye darting around to regather control and awareness of where she was.
"You by the looks of it."
Mick Schumacher spoke with slight sass in his tone, his eyebrows furrowed together as he watched her reaction, figuring out rather quickly that something was not right about her.
He had to tell Sebastian.
"What? I'm not- how long have I been sitting here?" The Becker woman questioned the young German boy since they had stopped for lunch at a cafe because he had completed a morning of media interviews and videos.
"Forty five minutes. I had to be back fifteen minutes ago, but you just wouldn't move. Are you okay?" Mick asked the same question for a third time, figuring that now he could finally get an answer.
"Not really, but that's not your concern. Now come on, kid, we've gotta run and get you back to your interviews." Farah abruptly stood back to her feet, tucking the chair underneath the table, lightly shaking her leg to prepare herself for a run back to the paddock.
It was going to hurt, but it had been her own fault, so she figured that it was payback to her mind for making her dissociate in the first place.
The first sixty seconds or so, she barely felt the pain, and for once, Farah felt like she was the old version of herself, the original version, the young, the free, the healthy, the version of herself that wasnt traumatised beyond repair.
Then, the pain began to hit.
She never ran at full capacity unless she had to, at least not since the explosion that had caused the permanent damage in her leg, but the fire that erupted through her body the further and further that she pushed herself, the more that her veins would become visible and strained, the more that a grimace was taking over her face, the more that all she wanted to do was to scream out and release all the agony that she felt.
And then, they arrived, back at the paddock, her legs slowing down to a halt before they could completely give out on her, a deep sigh of relief leaving her lips.
"Sorry that I made you late, kid." Farah apologised to the young racing driver with a pat on the shoulder, his face full of concern. "Just tell your boss that we saved somebody's life and that we needed to stay with them unless the medics arrived."
"Do you really think that will work? Mick asked with a smile upon his face, loving the excuse that his bodyguard had come up with.
"Don't know, I guess that we'll find out."
The German woman released a small chuckle from her throat before she let the young boy walk away, rushing back to his interviews, whilst she slowly and subtly limped her way towards a big red garage where she was supposed to be next.
She sat just out of the way of all the cameras, lifting her leg up to rest it, a small gasp of pain leaving her lips as she did so, the action sending a sharp shooting pain all the way her body, feeling it in her chest.
Not good.
"Farah? Are you okay?"
Sebastian Vettel questioned the woman as he walked closer to her, confusion evident all over his face since she was in his garage, having accidentally mixed up his garage with that belonging to Charles.
"I'm good... I'm in your garage, aren't I?"
The Vettel man tried not to let it show just how happy he was that she had mixed up the garages, or how happy the sound of her laughter made him, even if it didn't last long.
Farah Becker stood back to her feet as quickly as she could, trying to get to the garage next door since she knew that Charles had figured out that she had a problem with her leg, and that whilst he was busy, that she would be able to rest in his garage out of sight from anybody.
She only made it as far as three steps before the pain erupted once more within her body, the sheer level coursing through her veins making her feel like she was back on the battlefield having just suffered the injury.
Dots clouded her vision as the pain took over, her body crumbling to the floor, her eyes fluttering shut with the very same blue eyes hovering over, the ones that she used to love, making her not be scared.
Because unlike the first time, she wasn't alone.
She felt safe, and all because of those blue eyes.
"I've got you, Farah! Stay with me!"
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A/N
I am back, I am motivated and I am determined
What do you think?
Anyway, I hope that you all enjoy this chapter and I'll see you all soon for the next one,
I'm so proud of all of you, my loves
Love you all,
-RUBY 🇵🇸🇨🇩🇸🇩🇸🇸🇺🇦🇾🇪
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