Everything's going so sweet and well it would be a shame if something were to happen in a few chapters time (on another note, I loved writing this part, I lowkey never want this book to end)
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Tomás
I'd fallen asleep on the couch, drifting awake as the upstairs floorboards began to creak, and a figure appeared in the foyer. Oscar, I quickly realised, despite the dreariness in my gaze, the remnants of slumber weighing on me. He smiled at the scene before him; Lando and I, uncomfortably sleeping on the couch, a fate we always seemed to fall victim to; P, who still hadn't moved from my lap.
"This is quite the party," He said softly.
I yawned, turning my head as he walked behind the couch, "She couldn't sleep. Neither of us could."
Oscar's smile extended. He glanced at Lando and, assured he was asleep, placed a gentle kiss on my lips.
"Want anything?" His nose brushed over mine.
I shook my head, kissing him again, and again, until he ripped away with a chuckle, sauntering into the kitchen. In those few seconds he was out of sight again, my gaze fell to the ceiling, my mind slowly coming back to reality. Every weight on my shoulders lifted, each knot in my stomach unravelled.
What was this feeling?
P stirred awake, as if my sudden consciousness rendered her own.
"Morning princess," I said sweetly.
She stretched her arms, and I wondered how uncomfortable she must feel, curled up in the same position for so long.
"Where's..." She murmured, looking around her vaguely.
I beamed, presenting her toy bunny, which had fallen off the couch the night before. A smile ignited her expression as she embraced the teddy, and soon she was playing her own game, of which I was her subject; using the stuffed animal to poke me, comb my hair, shut my eyes. And I let her do as she wished, overall because I couldn't care less. But deep down I knew it was because I'd never had the chance to play like this, to interact with an adult without being scolded.
Or maybe because, for once, I was happy.
I was living. Not surviving, but living.
That's what I was feeling.
I was sober. My throat no longer burned from stomach acid. I ate three meals a day. I was helping someone other than myself. I was no longer taunted by the silence of hotel rooms. I was... loved.
Loved?
For once, I didn't wince at the thought.
Another set of footsteps descended the stairs and I looked up, my stomach suddenly overwhelmed by dread.
"P, you scared the life out of me!" Kelly exclaimed, the man beside me shooting up at the sudden noise. "What are you doing?!"
The girl's expression crumpled, as any child's would when they're being reprimanded by a parent. Kelly's hands touched P's shoulders, and she climbed off of my lap shyly, avoiding her mother's gaze.
"She couldn't sleep last night," I explained, in hope to divert Kelly's worry. "We were down here and she heard us."
Kelly smiled, though it was full of scorn. Anyone else, and she may not have cared as much. But regardless of how close I grew with Max, with P, she could never forgive me for what I did to the RedBull driver. Even though Max promised to never tell her why I beat him up, I sometimes wished he did, just so she could stop looking at me with such contempt.
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𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞; oscar piastri
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