You Don't Belong Here

Liian pitkälle, olet mulkku

Bahrain Grand Prix

It's been a week since Kimi's fuck up, which has attracted even more press than ever. I shoved through a dozen or so interviewers and even more cameramen and women. I was getting angrier the more steps I took, but finally I made it back to the garage and calmed myself down. Everyone was so relaxed in here, drinking their tea and chatting away. I walked right through with no interruptions and arrived in the paddock, behind all the garages. I was strolling along, smiling at a few people I recognised. A sharp pain shot through my left arm and I was yanked into one of the alleyways between the garages. 'What the fuck' I seethed, I looked up to catch the culprit and spat in their face.

Kimi: Vitun huora (He said under his breath)

Peppi: Thanks for that(!)

Kimi: Thanks for spitting in my face(!)

Peppi: What do you want? (I sighed)

Kimi: Why are we still fighting

Peppi: I think I made that pretty clear (I ripped my arm from his grasp)

Kimi: Please Pep, I don't want to fight

Peppi: Don't call me Pep

Kimi: Please..

Peppi: When we met, we weren't that close anyway. So we're not missing out

I turned my head and walked away, not looking back. A stray tear fell down my cheek but I wiped it away. I guess you're wandering what he did to make me hate him so much.. Well I'm not going to tell you, try and figure it out. It won't be easy. On my way back through the paddock I bumped into Seb.

Seb: Hey Pep, how you doing? (And in this moment I had two choices; break down and let him take me into the motorhome and cheer me up, or suck it up and get over it)

Peppi: I'm fine thanks Seb, how are you? (I grinned, still fighting back tears)

Seb: I'm great, I can't wait for the race, quali went amazing!

Peppi: Easily said for someone who got pole (I laughed, a few minutes with Seb and I'm so much happier)

Seb: You did well too! You got P3!

Peppi: I know, I know! I'm amazing (I stuck out my tounge like a 5 year old and he flicked my ear) Oi!

Seb: Stop being so vain (He winked and gave me a quick hug) I'll see you later Pep

Peppi: Bye Sebastian

Seb: Don't call me that!

He shouted and I laughed as I walked away, I just need to forget about Kimi and I'll be much happier. As it was just demonstrated there. A deep, gutteral groan came from my stomach and I decided it was time for some food. I searched out the McLaren motorhome and smelt them cooking lunch, they cook the best food.. although the drivers aren't allowed hardly any of it.

'WOOO' I cheered and raised my glass, the rest of the club followed. It was a few hours after the race and every driver, and other team members were celebrating, especially the McLaren workers. What with their 1, 2 finish.. Yep that's right Kevin came 2nd and I came first! FIRST!! I was so happy, I planned on drinking as much as my liver could handle. Plus, Toto was paying for my drink! I grinned as I watched everyone down their shots, I took mine and my throat was burning but I carried on with the long line of alcohol. After 5 shots of the bars strongest drink I was already getting dizzy. I ordered a pint of Carlsberg and took a large gulp. Seb and.. ew gross.. Kimi came over. After 10 minutes of being at the bar Kimi was already hammered and Seb was tipsy. I looked at Seb and rolled my eyes, why has he brought that thing with him? Seb just shook his head and I sighed, I'll just have to try and ignore the Iceman. But that turned out harder than I suspected, Kimi was all over me, I dont know what was going on in his mind. What am I saying? He probably hasn't even been thinking, that drink is deadening his brain cells. He was leaning on me and trying to seduce me..

Kimi: You have beautiful eyes (His alcoholic breath made me want to throw up, so I took a swig of my drink)

Peppi: Shut up

Kimi: I think that top of yours, compliments your b- (I glared at him) Urr.. figure?

Peppi: Nice save (I rolled my eyes)

Kimi: Kulta, let me take you back to my hotel?

Kimi soon realised the compliments weren't working, so he turned to a method that pissed me off. He grabbed my bum and breasts and squeezed, I pushed him and punched him so hard that he was knocked out cold. 'VITUN MILKKU!!' I spat on his passed out body and shoved my way through the crowd, who were closing in to look at the passed out Iceman. I hate men who think woman are a piece of meat and think it's okay to do something as arrogant as that! He's not helping himself get out the situation he caused 5 years ago.