B: she came back. She wants the family together again...

Y/n sat stunned at these words. Replaying them over in her head. "She came back?"

B: She arrived the other day. Before I came looking for you. She wants her daughter back with us.

Y/n: So you expect me to just happily move back to Nice? With YOU?

B: No no. We'd go back to Belgium.

Y/n scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Unbelievable" she thought.

B: Please.

Y/n: No! I will NEVER move back! I'm home right here in Monaco! I'm happy, safe and loved. 3 things I NEVER got in Belgium.

B: Y/n, We aren't giving you a choice. We are a family again and you're coming with us.

Y/n: I think not! You have no control over me. I'm an adult now and can choose where to live.

B: You really think those drivers will be there forever? They'll leave you like everyone else because that's all you cause. You cause people to leave! Even mom couldn't stand you! I'm not stupid, I know that guy from the beach is Pierre Gasly, Alpha Tauri driver and that sooner or later he too will see you're impossible. So best you either come to Belgium with us or really end up alone!

Y/n: F***. You. I'll never be alone with them. They'll never leave me because unlike you, dad, they actually know what being a family is! If I need one of them they'll actually come. They aren't self-centered, playboy drunks like you! No wonder you always failed relationships.

He grabbed her arm giving a stern look. She winced at his touch and in a single touch every painful memory of him came flooding back. Y/n sat expressionless and full of terror. Public place or not she knew her dad wouldn't let go without a fight. Using her free hand she quickly and secretly opened up her phone and pressed the first number on the screen. She had hoped if she let it ring the receiver will get the message.

B: That's enough. If you hadn't been such a pain in the ass maybe your mother would've stayed with me and I wouldn't have had to date girls that also left when they took two looks at you. Now I came to try again because your mother won't let me cut you off unless I tell her you refused; it's Belgium or you're gone for good. Out of the Summers name and family. Disowned.

His words stung deep and Y/n felt tears forming in her eyes. She was praying whoever she called that they'd be here soon. All she could do was wait.

Y/n: I. Am. Not. I'm not going anywhere with you. I don't care if I have you or not. You clearly don't want me. You were never my family in the first place! Sure you were my biological parents but you were never a mom or dad. -

?: - Y/n? Good to see you! I was just waiting for you at your place for the drinks you promised me but when you weren't at the door I thought you'd be here! Good thing I was right.

Y/n exhaled slightly at the sight of his blue-green eyes that looked coldly at her dad who was fuming at the site of yet another driver. She yanked her arm out of his grip and got up wrapping her arms around him.

Y/n: If you don't mind dad I'll be going now. Goodbye.

B: You're not a Summers. You're not our daughter anymore! You're a nobody.

Y/n tried to answer but she was unwillingly hurt by these words even though she never cared what her dad thinks. She stuttered turning to her savior: "M-Max can we p-please leave". Keeping his arm around her he spoke "Just wait."

Max: Sorry sir for I don't know you but you seem like an asshole and Y/n is a Bianchi-Leclerc-Verstappen-Ricciardo soon to be Gasly. She doesn't deserve a name as shallow as Summers if you're the reason she has it. So go ahead by all means and take it back because she's better off without it and I suggest you look up what a nobody is because you clearly don't understand that you're a nobody and that she's far more than even a somebody. Y/n is the best person you can find. Now good

day to you.

Max spun Y/n around and they headed for the door. Once they were in the car Y/n took a deep breath.

Y/n: You came... Thank you.

Max: Of course I came. You called me. And sorry, I never meant to interfere but I couldn't stand that look on his face as he told you off.

Y/n: No. Thank you so much! I mean he probably hates you drivers even more now but I would've never had the courage to tell him off and what you said... is it true?

Max: Well firstly, we don't want a fan if they're rude and shallow like that so better he hates us than supports us with that attitude. And secondly, what do you mean 'is it true?' Of course it is! You're all our little sister. Obviously Gasly being the exception. He winked. You don't need him Summe- sorry. Y/n. You have us, and we're all you need.

Y/n: Don't worry... you guys all call me Summers. If things have changed so much let that stay the same.

Max: You got it.

They pulled up to the house and walked in the door.

Charles: Back so soo- hey Max?

Max: Hey mate.

Y/n: I asked him to fetch me from the restaurant to bring me home. It was the first number I opened so don't get offended.

Charles examined the situation. He saw the tears in Y/n's eyes and noticed her arm was slightly red. His breaths immediately became shallow and his rage built.

Y/n: No Charles. It's not what you think.

Pierre: Y/n! How was- Max?

Pierre looked between Charles and Y/n before stepping in front of him.

Pierre: You good mate? I'm sure Y/n will explain now.

Y/n: Yeah... um... let's talk.

They all sat down on the couch and Y/n explained everything. From her dad coming to the beach to everything he said word for word at the restaurant. Hearing the words again hurt her even more and she couldn't keep the tears from silently falling down her cheek.

Charles: Oh Y/n...

Pierre moved and held her hands while Charles put his arm over her shoulder.

Charles: Can you guys give us a minute?

Pierre and Max agreed and went to the kitchen as Charles moved closer and spoke only loud enough for Y/n to hear.

Charles: He didn't hurt you did he?

Y/n: No, he almost did. I could see in his eyes. I could also see truth behind his words.

Charles: No no. You're not the reason your mom left. You cannot blame yourself if somebody walks out of your life.

Y/n: I don't know Charles, I was always getting myself into tricky situations... but I guess that's that. I always knew my parents didn't want me around but they officially dropped me.

Charles: Stop, it's not your fault. And you have us. Just if your dad tries any contact again, please let me know. Please Y/n.

Y/n: I will. I'm just going to shower then I'll join you guys.

Charles: Alright...

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