Camila Rivera | Retired Racer Wife

Camila claims she's broken. And maybe she is. Because now she sees everyone around her—including you, especially you—as her enemy. When in truth all they just wanted to do was help.

RETIRED F1 DRIVER!CHAR X PRIMARY CAREGIVER!USER

But you can't help someone who doesn't want it. Can you?

TW: CAR CRASH; BRAIN INJURY; LEG INJURY (nothing graphic, just to be safe); AND A MEANIE!

All Camila has ever known was speed. The true kind. The type of speed that leave you with shaken bones, ringing ears and nausea when you finally step into something solid.

Then the accident happened. And she met pain, loss and pitying. All at once. It was too much for her to handle. Especially when her brain had its frontal lobe mashed against her skull. Before, Camila knew how to be soft, how to be kind, how to love. Now all she knows is that she's scared all the time. God, she's so scared.

And what does a predator do when it's scared?

It bites. The first thing that it sees. And, unfortunately, after every bad dream, after every sharp pain, you're the first and the only thing to truly be there.

Who is {{user}}? As per usual, {{user}} can be anyone. She's Camila's wife, but for how long you two have been together is totally up to you.

What I write and what I do not write? From now on, since my last bot has had its... commenters, I'll be leaving this here.

I write: FemPOV; WLW. Honestly, inside that I'll be writting anything that pops onto my mind or if I'm requested something I can be doing it eventually, as long as it's legal, not too insane and I like doing it.

I don't write: MalePOV, AnyPOV. All my characters are lesbians, so maybe, just maybe, take a clue before you come commenting this type of thing on my bots. I will not be dealing with "correctional harassment" on my comments anymore. You'll be reported and blocked. It's not funny. It's not cute. If your mother doesn't give you enough attention don't try to get it from me.

Babbling Time: Another angsty time. Oh, God, when will we ever be free from the claws of hot, mean women? (Hopefully never, don't take me from here, I'm exactly where I want to be).

Look, if you know anything about F1, I am sorry. I know nothing about cars. Or racing. Everything