FIFTY ONE

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF ABUSE

"You need to know about something."

Zahra Bailey spoke suddenly as she burst in to her best friends house, seeing her freeze in her spot whilst holding a glass which was filled with a clear liquid.

Kevin Magnussen was sat beside her, holding a glass of his own, staring awkwardly between the two friends with wide eyes before he began to shuffle his way out of their way so that they could talk privately.

"What's up?"

Larissa Cohen questioned her best friend as she finished off her drink before she placed the empty glass down on to the table in front of her.

"I went to see your grandfather."

"Okay." Larissa spoke nonchantly, not too bothered by what she had been told.

"Wait, you're not bothered?" Zahra furrowed her eyebrows at the words leaving the lips of the Brazilian, noticing how she shook her head from side to side.

"Nope. You go and see him all you want. Terrify him, threaten him, kill him for all I care." Larissa spoke, leaning back against her sofa.

"I went with Esteban."

"Did he yell in French?"

"No, but he glared like a mad French man." Zahra gave her best friend a small lopsided smile, hearing the Cohen girls chuckle.

"That's my boy." Larissa laughed, leaning her head back against her shoulders. "Why you telling me? Did you think I was bothered?"

"He wants Charles to go and see him." The Bailey woman admitted sheepishly, seeing the Brazilian slowly nodding her head up and down as if realisation was hitting her.

"You know what's funny?" Larissa laughed as she answered, seeing her best friend shake her head from side to side.

"Uncle Micky wants to visit him. With Kimi." Larissa informed the other woman, nearly making the other woman choke on air. "He asked me if I would mind, and I said that I wouldn't. Because if I can do well in Mercedes, that means I'm rubbing it in to his face that he failed."

Zahra sat beside her best friend, moving her body closer so that she could hug her, arms wrapping around her body as the two hugged one another, finding comfort in the others arms.

"Do it. Because when you win a championship, we can all scream fuck you André, together. What do you think?" Zahra grinned mischievously as she met the brown of her best friends eyes.

"I love it."

"So do I."

Kevin spoke up as he reentered the room, a refill in his drink. He had listened to the whole conversation, because she was his friend too, he wanted to know if she was okay and if she was struggling.

It appeared that she wasn't.

She had been getting help for how she felt mentally, so he knew that he had seen improvements and it showed because she was talking about winning a championship.

He couldn't wait to be there to cheer for her when she lifted the championship trophy, and he knew a hundred and ten percent that he would be one of the people who would be screaming the message to her grandfather.

Because he knew damn well, that nobody messed with Larissa Cohen and didn't pay the price for doing so.

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"Papouille, did you have to bring me Ice Skating?"

Anthoine Hubert spoke as he released a whine, desperately holding on to her arm so that he wouldn't fall over.

"Well no, but you were the only one available other than Juan and I know that he would just mess with me and try to push me over." Larissa laughed as she basically pulled him along, hearing his uneasy cries and whines as she did so.

"But he can ice skate!"

"Yeah, but I trust you on the ice, not him."

The duo grinned at the words leaving her lips, small chuckles leaving their lips as they skated around an ice rink.

"Who taught you to skate, anyway?" Anthoine questioned with a smug smile since he already knew the answer.

He knew that whilst she could snowboard, she couldn't ice skate, and he knew that there was only really one person who would willingly take the time to actually teach her to ice skate.

"Charles did." Larissa uttered, rolling the brown of her eyes as she did so since her friend had started to tease her about how much time she had spent with the Monégasque.

"I wonder why." The Hubert boy wiggled his eyebrows up and down teasingly at his best friend, who abruptly pulled her arm free of his grasp.

Anthoine hit the ice with a thud as he fell, his body colliding with the cold surface with full force, before the unforgettable sound of Larissa's laughter filled the air.

"You are a little shit, you know that right?" The French boy beamed as he slowly stood back to his feet, using his arms to wrap around her small frame so that she was trapped inside his arms.

"You love me for it, asticot."

Anthoine Hubert laughed, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head as she slowly helped him off the ice.

"Yeah, unfortunately I do."

"Hey!"

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"I bring food!"

Yuki Tsunoda grinned as he yelled, waving a bag of food in front of his friend, seeing her lift up a box which seemed to be a DVD.

He attempted to run away as soon as his eyes took in what was on the cover, but found himself unable to as she grabbed a hold of the back of his collar as if he was a puppy.

"No way am I watching a horror movie with you!"

"Aww come on, Yukino! They're not that bad."

"You would say that! You watch them alone, in the dark AND LAUGH!" Yuki raised his voice slightly, though his defiance began to crumble as he noticed the pout that she was giving him.

The Japanese boy released a defeated huff before he plopped down in to the seat beside her and curled his legs up in to his chest in preparation for watching one of the very movies that he hated with his whole heart.

He had made her some food and as a thank you, he was going to suffer. Great.

"It's a good job that I like you, isn't it." Yuki huffed, hiding behind a cushion so that he didn't have to see much of the movie.

"You say that like I'm not your favorite human being, ever." Larissa Cohen wiggled her eyebrows at her friend, who gave her a fake smile.

"You're not. Anybody who doesn't force me to watch horror movies are my favorite human beings ever."

"Yuki, shut up." Larissa laughed, nudging the boy with her shoulder lightly.

"How about no? What would you do if I spoke all the time so that you couldn't watch your movie? What are gonna do? Are you gonna summon one of them to come and claim me so they come out of the TV and eat me?" Yuki narrowed his eyes playfully, though he would occasionally jolt at any of the jump scare parts of the movie.

"Where's the fun in that? I'd summon one of them so they come out of the television and watch you sleep every night for the rest of your life." The Cohen girl grinned as she noticed that she was winding her friend up, since his eyes had widened to the size of saucers.

"Now that is just evil."

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"Hey."

Larissa raised one of her eyebrows in surprise at who was talking to her, and who had approached her and slowly raised her head so that she could stare down the person in front of her.

"What do you want?"

"I want to apologise. Properly."

Max Verstappen spoke with a sense of genuineness in his tone. His eyes appeared red and puffy, almost as if he had been crying, his lips slightly swollen.

Larissa swore that she could see a slight bruise forming around one of his eyes which appeared to suggest that he had been either slapped or punched.

"Go ahead. I've got all day." Larissa spoke as she sat with a double espresso in her hand, taking small sips out of it occasionally. She was trying to make it last longer so that he could say whatever he wanted to say without her needing to get up to go and grab another one.

"Look, I am really really sorry, okay." Max spoke, staring in to her eyes without blinking, surprise filling him as she didn't look away or blink.

"I know that I was jerk. I didn't understand at the time why you didn't forgive me straight away, but I do now." Max spoke slowly, seeing her slowly nodding her head along to his words. "I'm so sorry, lieve. I am so so sorry. I know I won't get forgiveness, because quite frankly I don't deserve it, but I just want you to know how I feel and that I don't blame you for hating me as I understand."

"Anything else?"

"I'm sorry that I let my feelings overpower what was right for you." Max spoke in such a quiet voice that she was barely able to hear him. "I'm sorry that I hassled you, when I should have left you alone."

"I have a question." Larissa spoke as she squinted her eyes at him, seeing the blue of his own widen towards her. "What happened to your eye?"

Max gulped thickly, lifting one his hands up towards his face to gently press against the broken, bruised and damaged skin.

"I had a run in with somebody."

"Was it your dad?"

The Verstappen boy failed to answer, immediately giving the Cohen girl her answer to the question that she had asked.

"I accept your apology but I haven't forgiven you." The Brazilian informed him, seeing him slowly nodding his head up and down in acceptance. "But I don't take kindly to abuse."

Max Verstappen frantically chased after the Cohen girl as she quickly marched out of the Mercedes garage, leaving her double espresso behind, and stormed angrily towards the garage that was known as Red Bull.

Her angry eyes found the tall figure that was Max's father, Jos, and stormed towards him despite Max's pleas for her to go. Her hand clasped around the arm of the elder Verstappen, pulling it towards her so that his body was yanked to face her.

"Hello there, Miss Cohen."

Jos Verstappen smiled grimly at the girl, the name of the Cohen man feeling unpleasant on his tongue as he spoke to her.

"Ah yes, hello there failure Verstappen." Larissa laughed mockingly at the man that towered over her, seeing his face twist in to one of anger.

"What did you just call me?"

"You heard me." Larissa stared down the man with a cold glare, sending shivers down not only the spine of the man that she was angry at, but the other man beside him too, Christian Horner.

She looked like her father.

"Now, I wanna know something and you are gonna tell me it. Truthfully. Got it?" Larissa crossed her arms in front of her chest as she leant back on to her back foot.

Jos nodded his head once.

"Why do you abuse your son? Are you jealous that he has more talent in his little toe than you do in your entire body?" Larissa stared up at the man, not noticing the look of shock on the face of the man's son.

Why was she defending him after what he did?

"You must be mistaken." Jos spoke with a chuckle, trying to play it off.

"No. You must be stupid, because I am never mistaken. So tell me, why do you? Jealously? Spite? Rage? Hate? Please, do tell me." Larissa narrowed her eyes in to slits as she stared up at the man.

"Why would I be jealous? Shouldn't it be you who is jealous?" Jos began to chuckle mockingly. "I survived being on fire. Your father wasn't so lucky, was he?"

The jaw of the Cohen girl clenched so hard, that Max and Christian were worried that it was going to shatter. He was out of order. Why on earth would he say that to her? Why?"

"Dad that's-"

"No he wasn't." Larissa spoke bitterly, even more hate for the man that she thought was ever possible.

"But my dad had five World titles. What do you have Jos? Nothing."

Christian Horner smiled proudly at the Cohen girl, stepping towards her to pat her on the shoulder, seeing her glance up at him. He nodded his head at her as his smile grew.

Max shuffled his feet towards the Brazilian, signalling that he was on her side, staring down at the ground to hide the shame that he felt within him that his own father had said such words to her.

A small nudge was felt against his arms, making him lift his head to meet the familiar brown of the Cohen girl. She subtly nodded her head at him, almost in acknowledgement that he had sided with her.

"You are a disappointment to your families name, Santos." Jos spat with venom, using the last name of her grandfather to try and get under her skin.

Larissa cackled, laughing in amusement just as she noticed that their argument had been watched by multiple of her friends.

"You won't be saying that when I've got world titles under my belt and laughing at you, will you failure?"

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A/N

No idea what this is so it's.... SPONTANEOUS PIECE OF SHIT TIME

Bruh, for real if anybody here likes Jos or defends him, please and I mean, please leave this book and never return

Jos is an asshole and we all hate him here

And don't be like "Max became a world Champion because of his father" NO he became a world Champion DESPITE his father

And as somebody who has been a victim of abuse of multiple kinds, (not by my dad because he's a legend) it is absolutely disgusting that anybody defends him and his ways

ANYWAY, now that's sorted...

WHAT DO YOU THINK, BESTIES?

Uh, also Juan Manuel Correa will appear in this, as it is now set in 2019... so uh, apologies

(My family situation hasn't got any better than the previous time by the way, my grandmother is still in the ICU and my uncle is yet to be buried so that's fun...)

Anyway part 2, I hope you all enjoy this chapter or whatever and I'll see you all soon for the next one,

I'm so proud of all of you, my loves

Love you all, (except Jos defenders)

-RUBY