Warning: Kinda mentally abusive boyfriend, swearing, boyfriend being mean.
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Wearing loose denim blue jeans decorated in graffiti, her Prada bralet covered by a beige cropped cardigan, secured at the jeans by a harness. Her bag was draped over her left shoulder as her Prada puffer jacket hung over her arm. Her off white shoes added some extra height as she walked alongside her father Lewis Hamilton. They both had on a hat and sunglasses to hide their identities as they walked along the busy streets of London.
They had returned home from Abu Dhabi a few days prior, Skye had been trying to make her father feel better after he was beaten by Red Bull's driver, Max Verstappen, on the last lap of the race due to a safety car mess up.
"Hey!" Lewis snapped as Skye took his phone from his hand and put it in her pocket.
"Stop reading it, it'll only upset you again." She replied with a huff, her mind reeling back to that night in Abu Dhabi.
Lewis sighed as he put an arm round her shoulders "I'm sorry." He kissed her forehead making her smile a little behind her mask.
Skye just shrugged as they continued to walk down the road "Is this..?" The older Hamilton trailed off as he glanced at the industrial looking building with furrowed brows.
"I rented the karting place for the afternoon." Skye pushed open the doors of the place that held so many memories for the father and daughter.
Lewis laughed as they set up the karts and started racing, having fun as they raced just like when Skye was younger.
After hours of messing around, the duo left the karting place, Lewis's arm around his daughters shoulders "Thank you. I really needed that."
Skye chuckled "What are daughters for eh?" They laughed as they headed down the road.
"What you doing for the rest of the day?" Lewis asked as they got to their cars.
Skye bit her lip "I'm going to see Lucas." She said hesitantly.
Her dads face dropped "Really? I thought you broke up?"
Skye nodded "We did. Then we got back together." She mumbled the last part.
"Skye." Her dad sighed, he hated that boy.
"No. Don't do the 'He's a douche talk', I've heard it to many times." Skye huffed as she opened her car door and threw her bag and coat into the back seat.
"There's no point in wasting my breath, you won't listen." He shook his head as he pulled Skye into a hug.
"Just be careful, ok?" Skye nodded as she got in the car.
"Love you." She smiled as her dad returned the words before driving off.
