They Left
Enrico
Things were going much better than I expected. I just clinched another victory in the world championship, and now I'm very close to achieving the title, which has been my biggest desire since the beginning of my career in Formula One: to be a four-time champion in the most glamorous category of motorsport.
But, as if that weren't enough to put anyone on cloud nine, that's not the only thing going my way in life. Besides having achieved two consecutive victories, I've been having a lot of fun with all the women who are willing to share these moments, and I have no complaints. None at all. Life has been incredibly generous to me, and I can only enjoy everything that's happening.
These were the first thoughts that came to my mind the morning after my latest victory, and it was also the last thing I thought before going to sleep. However, the great satisfaction I was feeling with my life diminished a bit when I tried to get out of bed and felt the world spinning around me, causing me to fall back onto the soft mattress of the luxurious hotel suite where the team was staying.
As if the dizziness wasn't enough, nausea followed shortly after. Even though I knew it would be difficult to get up again, I had to do it because I didn't intend to get sick right there, and I certainly didn't want the maids to have to clean up such a mess.
I rushed to the bathroom and managed to reach the toilet just in time to throw up, feeling better afterward. However, a throbbing headache came to complete my troublesome morning. After a long hot shower, I started to feel more like myself. The nausea had passed, as well as the dizziness, and I thought it would be wiser to lie down again and try to sleep a bit more. Soon, I would need to be in the hotel lobby to meet the rest of the team and board a flight back to London.
I was in Japan at the moment, but before this leg, I had also been to Singapore. I was eager to return home since almost fifteen days had passed since I left London to compete in these two consecutive races on the world circuit. I was about to return to my reality and everything it implies in my life.
Despite the unpleasant idea of facing Rachel, now pregnant by another man, and having to live with her in my own house, I was looking forward to going back. I could even say I was counting the hours to see her again. However, there was no use in lamenting. I was focused on overcoming a tremendous hangover after a night of alcohol-fueled celebration and fun, celebrating the victory with friends and colleagues from the sport.
After the public celebration, there was a more private one, where once again, I gave myself to the body of a beautiful woman, enjoying hot and intense moments before returning to my hotel suite.
I remember when my phone rang with a call from my security team at the mansion, and I answered with a short, direct question.
"We have something important to communicate, Mr. Bianchi," Luke said, making me instantly uncomfortable.
"Tell me, Luke," I said impatiently. "Is everyone okay? That's all I care about at this moment."
"Well, I can attest that everyone seems to be fine," the security guard said with clear embarrassment. "It's about another matter, sir."
"Then any other matter can wait until I return home," I said, ending the call without even saying goodbye.
I would apologize to Luke later, but at that moment, I didn't want to anticipate anything that might be related to Rachel, especially when I was in such a state of mind.
It was only now, about to travel back home, that I began to think about that phone call and tried to guess what Luke intended to communicate. However, I would soon be in London and could talk to him in person.
After a long flight of more than fifteen hours, I was finally back in London. I went straight home, and since it was already past ten at night, I threw myself into bed and slept for twelve hours.
It was already Wednesday, after the race in Japan, when I finally went out to have breakfast with my father, no longer remembering the phone call I received right after the victory in Suzuka.
As I entered the mansion's kitchen, I noticed the silence that permeated the entire house and checked the clock to confirm if I had woken up earlier than usual. I discovered that it was the usual time when Joseph and Lindsay would gather.
I was about to head to Joseph's room to check if everything was okay with him when a sudden wave of apprehension took over me. I remembered the call I had practically dismissed and started feeling a cold knot in my stomach that made me tense and anxious.
Could it be something related to my father's health that I simply ignored? Maybe it was about Rachel, who wasn't feeling well before my trip... Those possibilities were chilling me to the bone.
"Do you need anything, Mr. Bianchi?" Emma asked as she entered the kitchen and saw me standing in the center of the room. "I can prepare something for you since Mrs. Anderson had to step out today."
"Don't worry about me, Emma," I replied, quickly leaving the kitchen.
I decided to go to Joseph's room first and then think about breakfast. At that moment, what I needed was to see my father and confirm that he was okay. I knew I could also get information about Rachel and even Lindsay, whom I hadn't yet seen in the corridors of the house, which was quite unusual.
"Dad?" I called out, knocking quickly on the door. "I'm coming in."
I didn't wait for a response from Joseph and pushed the door open hastily, entering a completely clean and organized room. It was too tidy for anyone to have been there in the last few days.
"Joseph!?"
No response. I then tried opening the bathroom door, which was also unlocked, and like the bedroom, showed no signs of recent use.
For some reason, I felt the need to check the closets and drawers. They were empty. I instantly knew that Joseph was no longer in the house.
I was about to return to the kitchen, ready to ask Emma about my father when my feet led me directly to the room Rachel and Lindsay shared in my house. To my surprise, the scene was the same.
Everything was organized and clean, with empty closets and drawers. I didn't need to ask anyone. It was clear as day that they were no longer in my house, and I hadn't been informed about something so important.
"Where is everyone, Emma!?"
The question came out harsher than I intended, but anger was taking over me, and it was hard to control my emotions when they were boiling as they were now.
"They went back to Seattle, Mr. Bianchi," the housemaid replied, clasping her hands tensely behind her back. "We tried calling, but you told Luke that you would handle everything when you got back to London."
I was fuming, but I managed to control my anger so as not to take it out on someone who had nothing to do with the situation, like the housemaid.
When I returned to my room, nothing could stop me from venting my frustration somehow. Without thinking even once, I grabbed the first object I found, a vase, and hurled it against the wall without any remorse.
"Damn it!" I shouted furiously.
How could they just go back to Seattle like that? And Fred, weren’t they still afraid of running into him? And my father, what was he doing there when his only son was in London? Wasn’t he feeling lonely enough to go on a hunger strike? How could he decide to distance himself from me in this way?
All these questions made me want to scream like a madman, to vent my anger somehow, and another vase found its way to my hands and was hurled mercilessly against the wall.
What to do now? I didn't know. I was feeling useless.
The options were clear, but the choice to make was foggy. Should I let them deal with their decisions on their own or at least take care of Joseph, my father, an elderly man with health problems?
Maybe when the anger subsided a bit, I could think more clearly, because the only thing I wanted to do at that moment was to break everything in front of me, that was undeniable.
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