"The world is full of vipers, one bite and they'll cloud your mind till you die"
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In which a returning team enters the grid with a familiar face driving it. Former rivals met once again, igniting the flames of rivalry and a spark of something new...
Note: sensitive topics will be discussed below. If you're sensitive to any topic, you can skip this chapter. And if you or anyone you know experienced abuse, please remember that you're not alone.
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Emilian🦁
Yesterday, 17:42
Just finished my race💀 Thank God my father's not with me
Why?
Got 2nd Could've done better
Are you kidding me??🧐 2nd is amazing! I know you're still getting a hang with your new equipments
The upgrades should've helped me I just drove shit🫠 Need some decent shawarma after that
We can get some when you arrive here don't be so hard on yourself, Em.
Yeah, I guess.
you're not your dad Always remember that
I know I'll see you tomorrow Say hi to Tia for me
Will do Take care, Em
You too
Today, 10:52
I'm at the park
Alright, I'm coming
Azalea immediately started shoving her wallet and phone into her bag, before dashing to her door but pausing in front of the mirror first. Fixing her hair and makeup, she gazed into her reflection and smiled, deeming herself ready. Before she could open her bedroom door, she hears multiple ruckus followed by shouting.
"DO YOU REALLY THINK SHE'S GOING ANYWHERE WITH THIS!"
"Louis, please. This is her dream!"
"Which will lead her no where! Motorsport is not for someone like her, Anika. It's time for her to wake up from her delusions in life."
Azalea slowly stepped out of her room, walking slowly to stairs as she listens to her parents.
"Where do you think we can get the money to support her with this nonsense?" Her father angrily asked. As she sneakily leaned over the stairs, she sees her mother seated at the table with her father standing in front of her. "Her sponsors are slowly pulling away because even they know, that Azalea wouldn't be able to join F3. No matter how much they fight the higher ups for it."
"Does she even know that you've been the one paying for everything this past few months?"
Stopping her steps, Azalea stood there in shock of the news. She knew she's been karting lesser than usual. But she didn't know her mother has been paying for most of it.
"You know, no matter what, I'll be supporting my daughter. Matter of fact, we wouldn't be in such predicament if the money that is supposed to be for her doesn't just randomly vanish!"
"Are you accusing me of something here?"
"Oh, don't think of me as naive. I've seen you flaunting riches when you never earn anything!"
The next thing Azalea heard was a slap.
She immediately dashed downstairs and pushed her father away from her mother, who was clutching her cheek.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!" Azalea shouted at her father as she turned to her mother and gently holding her.
"Mama, are you okay?"
"I'm okay, hij—"
Without her knowing, Azalea felt her hair being grabbed and yanked hard, making her scream.
"WHO THE FUCK TO YOU THINK YOU ARE, HUH? I RAISED YOU! YOU AND YOUR MOTHER WOULD BE NOTHING WITHOUT ME!"
"JEAN, PLEASE, STOP! LET GO OF HER."
Azalea felt her eyes welled up in tears, as her father scream to both her and her mother.
She didn't know when it stopped. All she knew was when the pain stopped she was wrapped around her mother's arms—she didn't even hear what was said between them.
"YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, BUT NOT WITH MY DAUGHTER!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. But you shouldn't have made me mad! I love the both of you, okay?"
Anika squatted down in front of Azalea as she held her cheeks that were covered with tears. "Mi vida, go outside, okay? I'll call you back."
"But mama—"
"Azalea. Please."
She gazed into her mother's eyes, which once was filled with joy was now filled with tiredness. All she could do was nod as she dashes towards the door. Maybe she should have stayed. Maybe she should have called the police.
But you can't really blame the girl for being frantic.
Without knowing it, Azalea's feet brought her to the park near her house. There she saw a familiar figure near the swings.
Max immediately stood up after seeing Azalea's distressed look. "Azalea? What happened?"
Without saying any word, Azalea ran towards the Dutch man's arms.
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2024
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f1 After an engine failure during Qualifying, Azalea would be starting at the back of the grid.
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Hater1 this your driver? ↳Hater2 lmao should've not picked her ↳user1 do yall have no life?
user2 dude I was so scared that she was going to crash ↳user3 nah fr the engine just randomly stopped 🥲 ↳user4 have you guys seen the news? ↳user5 what news? ↳user4 Azalea's father was seen around the area
