*Chapter 15*

                                    

                                          
⚠️WARNING ⚠️ : (light) Mention of mental health problems. Read with caution. 


Aurora's POV 
Thursday. Monaco Grand Prix. 
I arrived at the paddock early, not wanting to waste a minute of the day. The Monaco GP  was really important for Charles and I wanted to do whatever I could to make sure that it would be a happy weekend for him. 
We finally found a common ground, trying  to make things work. So I didn't want to let him down, especially in his home race, and make us start from point zero again in our relationship. 
I was sitting on the hospitality, papers everywhere one my table along with an almost empty cup of coffee. 
"Hey rival" a familiar voice reached my ears as a person joined me on the table. 
"Hey dad" I smiled at him softly, removing my gaze from my papers for a moment. "How many hours have you been here?" he asked as he leaned against the chair, eying up the mess on the table
"I don't know an hour perhaps, maybe a little more" I responded, taking a sip of my coffee. Well from the cup that used to be filled with coffee. It was empty now. I groaned as I stared at the empty cup. 
"Here, have some of mine" he said as he passed me his cup of hot coffee. "Thanks" I happily took a sip before giving it back to him and returning to my work. 
"Why such aggressive writing?" he asked as he looked at my papers. He stared at the messy writing and the ink smudges. "You're not concentrated, maybe you should stop for a bit" he suggested. 
I was one of the people that had the best handwriting in the world. My notes were always clean. Apart from when I wasn't concentrated or tired. And my father knew that. 
"I'm just stressed with this race" I admitted as I threw my pen on the table and stopped writing. I sighed as I took a moment to relax against the chair. 
"I didn't let you go to Ferrari just to return to me with psychological problems" he exclaimed and it made me chuckle. "Already have those, dad" 
"Too soon, Rori. Too soon" he shook his head as he took a sip from his coffee, a disapproving look on his face. 
He wasn't over last year yet and it was understandable. The events weren't something that you could easily get over even though I somehow managed to show that I forgot them. The truth was, I hadn't. 
I hadn't forgotten anything. Not the abuse, not the depression and definitely not the effects these two had on my body. 
But ignoring them and pretending that they never happened was my best way of coping right now. 
I didn't like he fact that he was worried for me. I didn't want him to. He had so many things in his mind and worrying about me should be the last thing he needs. I never wanted to burden him with my problems. 
"Sorry" I apologized. 
"Anyway, what have you got?" he asked me. "I'm not telling you" my eyebrows furrowed. "You're the enemy" I exclaimed and he chuckled. 
"It was worth the try" he shrugged his shoulders and I laughed, stealing one more sip of his coffee. 
"Let just tell Elena to bring one more coffee for you, young lady" my father said as he asked for the waitress of the hospitality to come our way. When he told her that we needed one more coffee, Elena looked at me with a judgie look. 
"I'm not giving her another cup of coffee. At this point she has caffeine for blood" she exclaimed and my face fell, my lips forming a pout. The truth was that I already had two cups of coffee since I got here and one at home before I left. Too much.