SEVENTY

"My beautiful anjo, you make the world a better place."

Luiz Cohen smiled as he held his young daughter in his arms, lifting her up and down repeatedly which encited her to giggle in delight, a bright and gleeful smile plastered on the lips of the young child.

"No you do papa!"

A young Larissa Cohen screamed at the top of her lungs which made her father wince at the volume from her scream, a soft laugh leaving his mouth with wrinkles forming around his eyes.

"You're my lucky charm, I always do well when you're with me at my races, Chuchuzinho." Luiz pressed multiple kisses against his daughters head, smiling as she copied him.

"Will you always be at my races, papa?"

"Of course I will, anjo."

"LARISSA!"

The voice of her trainer snapped her from her memories, the Brazilian lifting her head up to meet the concerned eyes of the Appleton woman.

Lucy crouched in front of the young Cohen with a look full of worry upon her face, her hands gently placed on to the tanned face of the broken hearted girl that she loved so much.

"Larissa, darling, I know that it's been tough but you know that we are all here for you, especially this weekend." Lucy comforted the girl with a small kiss to her forehead, standing back to her feet so that she could pull the Brazilian on to her own feet.

It was the Italian Grand Prix, her twenty first birthday and the twelfth anniversary of her father's death.

And Lucy had found Larissa in the Mercedes garage, curled up in a hiding place and crying. Not only about her loss of her father, but still grieving her best friend who she had lost just over a week ago.

It hurt, especially now.

Because whilst she didn't have her father, she had always had Anthoine, but she didn't have him now either.

The boy who would always help her with the loss of her father, was now with her father and God did it hurt.

She knew that her father was always at her races even though he had long since passed, he had promised her that when she was very young, she just hoped that he was joined by her Anthoine now too.

She hoped that her father was looking after him, up there.

"Are you fit to race?" Lucy questioned as she walked the formula one driver towards her car, concern flooding her as she never recieved her answer before Larissa climbed in to her car, getting ready to start from the pit lane.

A result of her punching Christian Horner at the Belgian Grand Prix.

Justice for Pierre, she thought.

The Cohen girl closed her eyes for a moment in an attempt to regain control of her emotions that had been an absolute mess since the previous Grand prix, but as she reopened them, she knew that was not going to happen just yet.

Her breathing was ragid and uneven, her hands trembling as she knew that her race was finished already, and the race hadn't even started.

This race wasn't like her last one. Last time, she couldn't hear anything.

Now, she could hear everything.

She could hear her radio engineer, she could hear Toto, Lucy and Lewis, she could hear Zahra and Esteban, she could hear the mechanics, she could hear the guys at Ferrari, at Mclaren, at Red Bull, she could hear them all.

She could hear the footsteps of the pit crew running, she could hear the crowd screaming and cheering, she could hear the children within the stands crying and shouting and screaming.

She could hear the helicopters in the sky above, she could hear the drones flying around, she could hear the fireworks, she could hear the planes that were flying thousands of feet up in the air.

She could hear absolutely everything.

All at the same time.

The cameras just so happened to pan to the Cohen girl as she frantically shook her head from side to side, her hands shooting over her head as she released a scream, inside her helmet, that made her radio engineer jump from the shock.

It was just all too much, all too loud.

Her seat beat was unclipped by her frantic hands, the sound of that alone piercing her skull, her hands grabbing on to the halo so that she could use her body strength to pull herself up and out of the car.

The pundits that were watching her seemed to immediately become concerned as they spotted her frantically trying to escape her car, pushing her pit crew away from her as they tried to stop her from exiting her vehicle.

Her helmet came straight off her head, followed immediately by her balaclava, with the camera's and the world seeing the pure look of pain and panic upon her youthful face, sweat pouring down her forehead.

Her gloves were yanked off her hands and thrown to the ground as she tried to unzip her fireproofs, feeling as if everything was too tight and strangling her, stopping her from breathing.

The black fireproofs were pulled down to her waist as she tried to escape her surroundings, her hands covering her ears in an attempt to block out all of the thousands of sounds that she could hear, making her head throb in pain.

Her vision kept repeatedly blurring and coming back in to focus, so much so that she had no idea where she was, who was around her or what was happening.

She didn't know that the camera's had caught every single bit of her panic.

The grieving Cohen girl stumbled around aimlessly as she felt her body failing her, her legs becoming weak and wobbly, until she couldn't stand for any longer.

Two arms grabbed a hold of her arms and pulled her against their chest, holding her trembling body in place as her breathing became too quick, making her hyperventilate.

The person that was holding her, held their hand out to another person stood beside them, recieving something that the both of them knew would help the Brazilian block out all of the sound that was making her head pound.

Noise cancelling headphones.

Larissa Cohen clung to the white shirt of the man holding her, her teary eyes soaking the fabric that was pressed against her skin and her face, their cologne incredibly familiar even though she was not paying attention to that, more to her breathing that had still not slowed, her chest aching and head becoming lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.

She stayed like that for ten minutes, the race having been delayed until Mercedes were able to confirm or deny that Larissa would race, and the world was waiting to find out what would be the answer.

The noise cancelling headphones were removed from her ears, a soft kiss being pressed against the  top of her head which made her lift her head slightly, her eyes squinting to look up at the man who had comforted her.

"Little shit, if you can't race, I'll stay with you, but we need to know, are you fit to race?"

Nico Rosberg questioned as he hugged his young friend, drawing circles on her back in an attempt to comfort her, with Mark Webber standing behind them, holding the noise cancelling headphones in his hands.

"Joey, you would not be letting your father or Anthoine down if you did not race. Your health and your mental health comes before any race."

Mark Webber gently rested his hand on the top of her head, offering her some comfort whilst trying not to overwhelm her since he had a pretty good idea that because of the stress and grief that she was suffering from, that she had suffered something similar to a sensory overload.

Poor kid, he thought.

The Cohen girl wiped at her eyes with the palms of her hands, pushing herself weakly to her feet so that she could wobble her way back towards her car.

She may not have been letting her father and Anthoine down if she didn't race at Monza, but she would be letting herself down, and she knew that.

She wouldn't be letting down her father and Anthoine, but she would be letting down her uncle Micky, Jules, her grandmother, her future kids.

Despite her body screaming at her to stand back and not race, she had to.

As she walked, she pulled her fireproofs back up her body, her gloves following as they were put back on to her small hands, her balaclava and helmet following that until she was ready to climb back in to the car.

Her hands shook as she jumped up and down on the balls of her feet, having to prepare herself for what she was about to do, even though it would still be a disaster.

She knew that she wouldn't win.

She knew that she wasn't even going to be able to finish the race, but she knew that she had tried her best, at least to get back in the car.

Once she was back in the racing seat and had her seat belt clipped in, she felt a pat on the top of her helmet, looking up to see her guiding light smiling down at her.

"Do your best, mausi."

Michael Schumacher smiled down at her, with a proud look upon his face, one that showed the pride that he felt for her but also the pain that he had seen her go through, and the pain that he too felt for that day, remembering when he had lost his best friend.

His best friends daughter nodded her head once, lifting her right hand up so that she could grab a hold of his hand, squeezing it slightly, just as everyone was forced to leave the track and the pitlane, where she was racing from, the race finally about to start.

Just before the lights went out, the Brazilian spotted Christian Horner looking straight at her, so she raised her right hand once again, to flip him off, giving the British man the middle finger.

Then, the lights went out.

The race had begun.

Her start was a lot better than her previous one, since she had been able to overtake seven cars as soon as she had gotten out of the pit lane, running alongside the Mclaren of Carlos Sainz, which she would do for the rest of her race.

Carlos would wave at her every now and again, seemingly checking on her to see if she was okay, yet the two of them overtook multiple drivers together, side by side.

"Cohen, ditch Sainz and get up the grid, if you win this, you're world Champion."

Her radio engineer spoke to her as she worked with Carlos yet again to overtake, with the Brazilian using the Mclaren driver to attack so the cars in front of them would defend from him, hoping that she would be able to sweep in front of the both of them.

However, when she attempted to do so, Carlos had also tried to overtake the driver ahead of him, making the two drivers collide, sending the both of them crashing out.

The two drivers climbed out of their cars as they were on the gravel, though Larissa struggled from how weak and exhausted her body was, taking almost a minute to get out of the vehicle, both drivers giving each other the thumbs up as they were able to tell that the other was okay and not injured.

Carlos sprinted over to the Cohen girl and patted her on her shoulder, with the two of them climbing over the barrier so that they were clear, though the Sainz man had jumped first, offering his hand for her to take so that he could help her jump down, having seen her struggle to climb out of her car.

They began to walk together towards where the stewards were, which would then allow them to travel back to the pit lane, with frustration evident between their failed races, however they would not take their anger or frustration out on one another.

Carlos knew not to do that, especially on the day where she was grieving for more than just her beloved father.

The Spanish man leant towards her with a soft smile on his face, tapping her wrist to gain her attention, since she had been staring out of the window.

"Crash in to me again and you won't ever be able to sleep because I will sing Mariah Carey in your ear, wherever you are." He said with a smirk, hearing a slight scoff leave her lips, before it became a chuckle.

"I think you mean... Maria Carèi." Larissa smirked as she allowed herself to crack a smile, one that she didn't think was possible.

Somehow, despite everything and all that she had lost, Carlos had made her smile.

And it wasn't a fake one either, it was a real one.

"You wanna drink with Lando and I tonight?" Carlos questioned, thinking that maybe she would want a distraction.

"Can I bring some people?" Larissa asked in a quiet voice, sounding strangely timid and vulnerable.

"Of course, you can bring whoever you would like. Maybe Pierre and Charles would like to come and join us?" The Sainz man smiled, seeing that she knew what it was that he was trying to do.

"Yeah, I think I'll just ask all the guys and see who's up for it, you know?" Larissa muttered, seeing him nod his head in understanding. "I guess we all need a distraction, but I'm the main one who drinks to forget their problems."

Carlos chuckled, holding his hand out to her for a small high five, wiggling his dark eyebrows up and down.

"That's how I forget my problems too. You're not as alone as you think you are."

The Cohen girl released a deep sigh as she stared down at her hands, the forever aching hole in her heart seemingly aching even more.

"But I am."

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A/N

This is what I decided to do for Monza, the second chapter that is also classed as Monza will be......

LESS DEPRESSING YAYYYYY

What do you think of this?

Anyway, I hope that you all enjoy this chapter and I'll see you all soon for the next chapter... 5 chapters left of the book

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

Love you all,

-RUBY