Mon Champion

Chapter 13

Lando's POV:

I was in the middle of venting to Charles what seemed like the millionth time when I heard my phone ring. Charles had become like a personal therapist for me since what had happened, and I couldn't thank him enough for that.

Pulling my phone out, I let out an incomprehensible noise of surprise when I saw who was calling me.

Oscar.

Charles raised an eyebrow when he heard this noise, and I turned the phone towards him in compliance with his gesture. All he did was stare back at me.

"Are you going to answer him?" Charles asked the question that I'd been silently asking myself. To be true, I didn't want to answer it. I didn't think I was ready to talk to him, and I didn't really want to find out whether or not I was.

"No." I didn't say anything else. When I said this though, Charles frowned at me. I could tell it wasn't the answer he was expecting from me.

"Do you want my opinion mate?" I nodded, obliging him to continue.

"I think you should. You haven't actually talked to him since Abu Dhabi. He's trying to talk to you, and you've told me about 100 times you want to apologize. Now's your chance." The phone had stopped ringing by now, which meant there was an awkward silence. Charles picked my phone up and gave it to me, which basically meant I had no choice.

When I touched the screen, I looked back up at Charles. When he saw this, he pointed back towards the phone. I was going to say something to him, but I was stopped by Oscar answering the call.

Before I could even think, I just started throwing words at the phone.

"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." I was completely out of breath by the end of these words. I wasn't even thinking about the words that were coming out of my mouth up until the last few. Charles quietly told me to breathe.

"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." Oscar was sobbing. This only made tears come to my eyes.

Initially, I didn't react to what he'd said. It took repeating his words in my head to actually notice what he'd said. He hated me. I gave him nightmares. I caused him to be kicked out of his house. Charles told me once again to breathe, ushering towards the phone telling me to respond.

"Fuck. You don't ha-? They ki-? Where are you? I'm coming to get you." I was still out of breath. I was in a state of panic at this point.

Without thinking, I stood up, grabbed my car keys, and headed for the doors. Startled, Charles stood up when I did, asking me what I was doing. I said nothing back.

"No, you don't have to do that. I'll be fine. I'll just find somewhere to stay." The one thing I hated about Oscar was how stubborn he always was. He was always insistent on what he wanted to do.

"Yeah, you will find somewhere to stay. That is my apartment. I'll ask again, where are you?" I was trying to be equally as stubborn as he was. Even in all I'd done to him, I still cared about Oscar's wellbeing, whether he liked it or not.