Mon Champion

Chapter 12

TW: Mentions of self harm.

Oscar's POV:

Part of me didn't want Lando to answer his phone. I would rather live in my car than deal with him.

Even thinking back to what I'd heard him say in the market. That he "...felt like a fucking dickhead." That he "...knows he around but he's scared to talk to him."

Who else could it be? What other guy had Lando done wrong who was around Monaco. It was obviously not Charles, so it seemed like I was the only option left.

Lando had said in front of me that he was sorry, and I completely ignored it.

The phone rang out when I called him. Like I said before, I kind of hoped this would happen. That meant that I wouldn't have to deal with Lando for the foreseeable future, and that was perfectly fine with me.

I sat alone, thinking of how I was going to live. Without my parents, without money, without a house. I was a homeless 19 year old. I was legally an adult, but there was no way in hell I could survive on my own. There was just no way.

A few seconds after I started to cry my phone started to ring again. The different thing this time is that I wasn't the one calling someone. Someone was calling me.

That someone was Lando Norris.

I was going to let it ring, but I decided that was a bad idea. If I'd called him first and then let his call ring, he'd get angry with me, and the last shot I had at getting a roof over my head was gone.

Reluctantly, I answered Lando's call. He spoke almost immediately, and he sounded frantic.

"Oscar. Don't say anything. Just listen to me. I'm so sorry for everything I've ever said to you. Everything I've ever done to you. I know you hate me, and I know I probably can't change that, but can I at least try? Please Oscar. I'm sorry." By the time he was done talking, Lando was gasping for air. I could hear someone talking to him in the background, but there was no way I could tell who it was. I hadn't even been listening past when he said he was sorry the 2nd time, just thinking about what the hell to say.

"How the fuck can I believe you Lando? I've had nightmares every night for almost 3 months. I fucking hated you, and I still convinced myself that it was just a one time thing. That you were just drunk and didn't know what to say. Then you said it again, in public, and humiliated me in front of a group of people. You wanna know what hurts the most? I was so depressed because of you that I came out to my family because I thought it would make me happy. I just wanted to be happy. Now, I don't have a fucking house." I was speaking in between sobs at this point. My life had been crumbling ever since the crash, and now there was nothing left.

Lando was completely silent on the other side of the phone. The voice in the background from before was louder now, as if the person had gotten closer. Still, I couldn't tell who it was.

"Fuck. You don't ha-? They ki-? Where are you? I'm coming to get you." I could hear Lando stand up, grab a set of keys, and open and close his apartment door. The background voice called after him, but he didn't even respond to it.

"No, you don't have to do that. I'll be fine. I'll just find somewhere to stay." I didn't want Lando to come to me. I could tell he actually was sorry, which made me hate him just a little bit less. Still, I could do without seeing him.

"Yeah, you will find somewhere to stay. That is my apartment. I'll ask again, where are you?" I still wanted to deny him. I wanted him to give up, but I knew he wouldn't.

"OK fine. I'll stay with you tonight. And don't waste your time coming to get me. I can drive." I wouldn't tell Lando, but a wave of relief came over me when I said this. At least for tonight, I had a roof over my head, and I was thankful for that.