F1, F2 & F3 : Finished

• Mick S •

✨supahlando ✨

It was the fifth lap of Micks final race in F2 before a short break. He was currently running in 3rd and was definitely making good pace to claim second, if not first place. I stared up at the screen that was placed in the garage and felt the usual pride and happiness begin to bubble as he swiftly sped around the track. My phone vibrated on the table in-front of me, I flicked my eyes down to the screen to see my Mum's contact lighting up the screen; I let the call ring out and turned my attention back to the screen; sighing as another call came through, surely she knew I was at the race?

I grabbed phone when a text came through,

Mum: Pick up the phone now

Oops... I was in trouble, I took one last glance at the screens and slipped into the back of the garage and made my way into Mick's drivers room where I clicked the contact and held my phone to my ear.

"Hey Mum, I'm at the race, what's up?" I questioned, there was a long silence before a muffled sob,

"Baby I'm at the hospital... your Dad."

"No no no!" I began to raise my voice; tears already on the brink as I knew what was about to said.

The conversation was long, my mum and I detailing our favourite moments of my Dad, how he was and what he meant. After a while she decided to go, she wanted to be alone; I however needed someone to hold me...I needed Mick. I raced through to the garage; the tears still pouring; his engineers turning to me in shock and all asking what's wrong, I managed to get the words out and requested Mick. They shared uneasy glances; of course they didn't want him to come off the track; he was getting valuable championship points. His chief engineer radioed through and quietly told him the news, I heard a huff from his engineer before a brief conversation to which he ended by angrily walking away. I hastily made my way back to Micks room, avoiding all eye contact; that consisted of some very harsh glances and the shaking of heads by his engineers. I slipped into his room, lay down on the couch; tucked myself into a tight ball and held the tears back, biting my tongue to prevent sobbing. A few minutes later the door swung open to reveal a shocked Mick, face slightly red but blue eyes wide and alert, with his suit still on and hair fluffed up from his helmet. He saw my state and hurried over; holding me tight in his arms, gently massaging his hand up and down my back and pressing light kisses to my head as I lay myself against him. He lifted my head up to look at me and saw my lip was trembling as I tried to withhold my emotions,

"It's okay to cry, I'm here for you,"

He whispered gently and with that the tears rolled and the sobs called out; I was a crying mess on his tiny drivers couch and he quickly wrapped his arms around me, and shifted all my body weight onto his legs. I began talking to him but I don't know what about, incoherent mumbling fell from my lips; that I miss him already and I loved him but there was no goodbye and how the team are angry with me but me gently shushed me,

"It's my decision to come off track for you, not theirs, I decided I was coming in the second they told me and if they don't treat you right...well I'll get an entire new team."

I giggled lightly at his words which turned into a peculiar sob/hiccup then silence. Just silence. Mick pressed his thumb gently under my eyes to remove the tears that were slipping their way down my face and tucked my hair behind my ears with loving nature and gave me a very small and for the first time since that phone call I knew I was going to be okay.