that funny hollow feeling

*this chapter will mention crashes and Anthoine*

Alfie felt different. She hadn't spoke to George in weeks. He wouldn't answer her texts or calls, and if she tried to catch him on the track, he would nudge his PA, and they would walk in the other direction.

She didn't understand why he was so angry. Yes, from how it must have looked, she knew he must think she liked Antonio, but surley he would have the sense to know after everything he'd put her through, there would be a bigger story.

The media had gone wild. Every newspaper, magazine and online article seemed to be about her, and she hated it. Everytime Alfie would go outside, she'd get disgusted looks from people passing.

It seemed Dakota was the only one who believed Alfie's side of the story. Kota wouild wake up at three in the morning, her phone ringing, because Alfie had just read another article written by a mysoganistic man, or she'd spammed George's messages again.

Kota had reached out to George herself, telling him to man up and listen to Alfie's side of the story, but he ghosted her too.

George was in what felt like hell. Not speaking to Alfie was complete torture. And he couldn't talk to anyone about it.

He hadn't told his parents or siblings about what had happened, because he knew that Alfie was like family to them, and he didn't want them to loose that relationship, no matter how angry he was.

Even though it was killing him, George couldn't bring himself to talk to Alfie. Seeing her kiss Giovinazzi like that after realising how he felt about her, it just felt like she'd stabbed him in the back with a knife.

It was that funny hollow feeling inside his stomach.

Heartbreak.

Race week at the Nürburgring circuit.

Just what Alfie didn't need. With her and George not talking, and Giovinazzi still making shows at races, the media had plenty of questions to ask.

The whole weekend, she had been flooded with questions like :

"Why are you and George Russell not talking?"

"Are you and Antonio Giovinazzi in a romantic relationship?"

"How does Frederick Vassuer approve of your's and Giovinazzi's relationship?"

"Does George not aprrove of your new found love for Antonio?"

They were all bullshit, taking things from the first article and spinning then out into new lies.

Thankfully, it was Sunday, and Alfie would only need to deal with the last few interviews after the race, and then she would have a two week break from racing. Usually, Alfie would internally die approaching a two week break, but at the moment, she saw it as a God send.

She was pacing beside the car out on the grid. She would be staring P12, which wasn't her best ever qualifying finish, but was good enough to give her a good start into the first lap of the race.

Alfie was handed her helmet after a few minutes, which she pulled onto her head. She put on her racing gloves, and got into the cockpit of the car.

After another few minutes, all the mechanics were told to move to the side, to allow the cars to start their formation lap. Alfie took a beap breath, and she heard May in the radio. "Hey, can't talk to you once you start driving, but whilst your stationary, I just wanted to say good luck. We're all behind you."

Alfie knew she want just talking about the race, and gave her a small thank you before the two cars ahead of her started to move.

She followed them around the track, making sure all her setting were up to date, and she was ready for lights out.

They began to approach the start/finish line again, and Alfie parked up in P12. She could see the lights turn on, one by one.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Wait...

The moment the lights went out, she pushed down on the accelerator pedal. She moved to the left slightly, pushing passed Pierre Gasly, who had had a bad start.

Around turn one, she managed to overtake Lance Stroll round the inside, and she could hear May telling her to keep up the good work.

Ahead, May informed her, was Max Verstappen, who had had a bad qualifying, starting 9th. Even though she knew her Alfa wasn't at the same level as the Redbull, she wasn't going to not try and gain a place.

She pushed her car hard, edging closer to the navy blue car ahead. Around turn two and three, still behind, Alfie began to feel slightly frustrated. Even though she knew this was one of those rare occasions where she would be near a championship competing car, she felt almost angry she wasn't able to keep up.

Max went wide around tun four, which meant Alfie gained a few seconds, and was now in his dirty air. Even without DRS, she was able to edge closer to him, almost catching him.

She had a better exit out of turn five and six, which meant she was even closer to Max.

There was a long straight approaching, and Alfie moved slightly to the left, as she caught up with Max completely as they approached turn seven.

Alfie didn't think about backing out as they approached the corner. Overtaking around the outside was hard, but not impossible.

200 meters to the corner...

150 meters...

100 meters...

Max broke earlier than Alfie, which launched her ahead slightly until she broke to turn. She was just about to go through the turn until Max decide to speed... and he didn't turn his steering wheel enough.

He was launched stright into Alfie.

"Shit!" Alfie's car crashed into the wall, breaking the front noise off. She began to picture Anthonie's crash a year ago, and began to panic.

The Car crashed to the cement wall a few meters away from where she first crashed. Alfie could hear May in her ears, but she couldn't answer. The last thing she thought was George, before she blacked out.

"George there is a red flag, red flag you need to come into the pits." Peter's voice came through the car.

"God, is everyone OK?"

Peter's silence wasn't comforting.

"Pete?"

"Yeah uh, we're not sure George..."

"What Peter?" George was starting to worry, if Peter wasn't telling him something, he didn't even want to think about it.

"George, we think Alfie was pushed off by Verstappen." George's heart stopped. "We're just not sure if she's okay at the moment."

"Fuck." George breathed. Behind his visor, his eyes were filling up with tears, both of anger and sadness.

Alfie was hurt, and he didn't know if she was okay.

Max had pushed her off the track.

He was going to kill him.

George gripped his staring wheel tightly, as he pulled into the pit lane. He pulled himself out of the car, and pulled doff his helmet. He placed it into the cockpit of the car and began to walk towards the Redbull garage. Lando ran up to him, "George mate do you know anything? Is she okay."

George turned to his friend, jaw clenched, tears briming in his eyes. "I know it was Verstappen, And I know I'm gonna kill him"

"What, George mate calm down alrigh-"

"No Lando, she could have died!" and before Lando could say anything, George continued to walk towards Max. He spotted the Dutch man talking to Checo, and George clenched his fists. "Verstappen!"

Max looked towards George, and all the colour in his face dissapered. "Shit." he muttered.

"What, the fuck were you thinking? You could have killed her." George said through gritted teeth.

"Look mate, she came round the outside, I didn't see her, it's her fau-"

"Don't you dare tell me it was her fault." George was close to him now, but a hand on stopped his movements. Danny was stood between Max and George, his hand on George's chest, restraining him.

"George go to your garage and calm down."

"But-"

"George. Now." Danny said, "Trust me you don't want the press on your ass right now."

George looked from. Daniel back to Max, and pointed at him. "Don't ever go near her again."

Daniel grabbed his shoulder and turned him, the pair beginning to walk away before Max shouted out to George. "Woah, I thought you two weren't even speaking after she started fucking Giovinazzi?"

George turned around and would have launched at Max if it wasn't for Daniel, and now Sebastian who had hastily walked over after seeing the commotion, holding him back.

Sebastian placed a hand on George's back and spoke calmly, "George leave him, he doesn't know what he's talking about. Come on let's go see if she's okay."

George shrugged off Daniel and Seb who were still holding him, turned and went walking towards where May, Kota, Lando and Alex were stood.

Daniel and Seb followed after him, not leaving him alone in his angry state. When George caught up with May and Kota, Pierre, Charles and Carlos had joined them, waiting on news for Alfie.

Lando turned around when he saw George, Daniel and Seb approaching and he nugded Kota's side. Kota frowned at him before she spotted a very frustrated George. "I ain't telling him."

Lando sighed and jogged up to the three drivers. George stopped walking and looked at Lando desperately. "Is she okay?"

Lando cleared his throat, opening his mouth a few times, but nothing ever coming out. George clenched his jaw, forbidding himself to get more emotional than he already was, Daniel's eyes were wide and Seb was starting to figit.

"Mate, she uh-" Lando began, "She's being taken to the nearest hospital. She's out cold." There was a crack in his voice as he said the final words.

George felt like he'd been stabbed in the chest. He blinked a few times, looking away from Lando, trying not to cry.

Alfie was out cold, in a hospital, and she got there thinking he hated her.

He didn't say anything, but walked off towards his driver room, where he stayed for the rest of the Red Flag, head in his hands.

I feel like I'm not going to be forgiven for this...

yall still love this book right?

right? 😃

also I didn't proof read this, I apologise for spelling and grammar errors