"You're an asshole! I hate you so much Max!" I yelled. He didn't yell anything back. Strange. But in that moment he grabbed my wrists and punched me in the face. He didn't stop. Every bone in my body was hurting.
It was Monday. 2:33 AM. I woke up. Oh shit, that was a terrifying nightmare. I sat up while breathing heavily and started crying. The only thing I could think about was Max. Was he thinking about me too? Does he really mean everything he said to me? Will everything be allright? But then my thoughts got interrupted by my legs who touched something.
Or was it someone?
I turned around to see what the actual heck I touched and there he was. Looking at me with a kind and careful smile.
Max was there.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him. "I went home to Monaco and I hoped to see you there so I could talk to you. But you weren't there and I was so worried so I called your mom and she told me that you were here. I went straight to the airport and luckily there was a flight to Brussels at 11PM so I euh, decided to fly here because I really want to apologize to you." he explained. "I said some pretty mean things so I just want to say I'm sorry for hurting you. I really didn't mean to hurt you. The words were out of my mouth before I realized. I'm so sorry Joy, can you forgive me please?". He looked at me with fear in his eyes, afraid that I would reject his apologies.
"Ofcourse I forgive you, but I just hope that you were not serious about the fact that you would be happier if I was dead?" - "No of course not! You mean everything to me, I really didn't mean to!" he exclaimed. We talked everything out and after that we fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up with a pair of strong arms around my waist. "Max, can you let me get out of bed please? I'm gonna make some breakfast." I asked. "Not before you tell me you'll join me to the French Grand Prix." "Only if you promise me that we will not fight, okay?" - "Pinky promise!" he yelled. He grabbed my pinky with his and gave it a little shake. I chuckled and he gave me a little kiss on my forehead.
After 10 minutes of just enjoying the silence and each others' company I got out of bed and went downstairs. My parents already left for work, as usual. My father owns a big company, but I don't really know what the company does. I know that it provides other companies with supplies to produce things, but that's about it. My mom is a lawyer, so she also has a busy schedule. That's one of the reasons I live in Monaco together with Max. It's also easier to study there, because the universities don't have long waiting lists. I am so lucky to call myself a vet student, because it's the thing I wanted to study since I was a little kid. I've always wanted to help animals, especially dogs because I absolutely love them! I have my own shiba inu like I already told you, his name is Jasper. He stays with my parents when I'm in Monaco because I don't want him to feel lonely. My dad usually takes him to his office so that he can take him on a walk whenever he wants to.
After 10 minutes I shouted that Max's breakfast was ready and checked my phone. I felt my cheeks heating up when I saw a notification from Instagram:
landonorris has send you a follow request.
I quickly accepted it and ate my breakfast together with Max. While I was chatting with Max, I remembered that Lando told me something about a little fight he and Max had after qualifying, so I decided to ask Max about it.
"Lando told me that you had a fight after qualifying, what happened?"
Max looked at me and sighed. "He was just being annoying, that's all. The kid should learn that he can't block me when I'm doing my lap." he answered, clearly annoyed by my question. I didn't believe him. "Oh yeah, why did he tell me then that the fight happened after qualifying?" I asked him. He looked angry. But like really really angry.
"Because he's a fucking liar and the only thing he wants is taking you away from me!!"
So far the pinky promise.
Oh god, there we go again. Mad Max is in the house. I rolled my eyes and start cleaning up the breakfast table. "I bet that his plan will work, if I look at your reaction." he said. Excuse me? He's going crazy again. I wasn't really in the mood for a fight, again, so the only thing I could do was my power move in narrow situations. Basically the only thing I can do in a fight.
Exactly, run away.
I grabbed my phone and keys and just left. He probably stood there in the kitchen looking at the door and hoping I was going to come back, but no. I wasn't really planning on coming back before that idiot got out of my house.
I jumped in my car and drove away as fast as I could, not knowing where I was going. Before I even realized, I drove to Calais. Why Calais? Simple. Because you can take the boat to England right there. When I looked to the back of my car I saw my suitcase from Baku still laying there, so at least I could stay at a hotel for a while if that was necessary.
When I arrived in Calais I parked my car on the boat to England and went to the deck of the boat. When I was there I noticed that I had tons of notifications on my phone. Most of them were from Max.
17 text messages, 6 missed FaceTime calls, 34 whatsapp messages, 3 instagram messages and fucking 78 missed calls. What a psycho.
But there was also another notification from instagram, and this one wasn't from Max.
landonorris has send you a message
I opened it and smiled at his message
landonorris: Hi! I just wanted to check up on you, I hope you're doing well after your fight with Max. If you need anything, you know where to find me :)
Should I? No, I'll probably bother him anyways. But where was I going to stay? In a cave at some random English beach? No, that's a horrible idea. So I decided to answer him.
joydevreese: Hey, thanks for checking up on me! Actually, we cleared everything up yesterday but this morning we had another fight :( I am on the boat to England now, I don't want to see him for a while.
To my surprise, he answered almost immediately.
landonorris: Oh no, I hope you're not angry at me?
joydevreese: Ofcourse not, why should I? Max is the only problem here! He's just an idiot who needs attention.
landonorris: Oh oof, I really don't want to fight with such a beautiful girl ;) Anyways, do you have a place to stay?
joydevreese: No actually not
landonorris: You can stay with me as long as you want to, if you'd want that of course.
joydevreese: I would love that, but I don't wanna bother you!
landonorris: You never bother me, tell me where and when I can pick you up.
joydevreese: I arrive in Dover in 1,5 hour.
landonorris: I'll be there!
joydevreese: Thank you so much, you're the sweetest!
landonorris: No need to thank me :)
Maybe the fight with Max was a good thing...
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Until My Final Breath - Max Verstappen (I)
FanfictionJoy Devreese is a 19 year old girl from Bruges, Belgium. She lives together with her best friend Max Verstappen in Monaco. They have known each other since they were born and were there for each other in good and bad times. However, when a certain...