the fine line.....

The phone call....

~~Charles~
Charles heard someone crying he couldn't tell who it was not could he open his eyes. He tried but he couldn't. He heard his brother's Arthur's voice but he couldn't understand what he was saying. He sounded sad and scared. After hour of struggling he finally opened his eyes blinded by the light. He saw his mum she was crying she had been for hours apparently, but why?? What happened? His head was spinning, that's why it him a while to realize. To realize that his mom was crying cause he was fucking laying on a hospital bed, cause he was stupid and crashed. He tried to speak to tell her that everything would be fine that he was fine but it seemed impossible. "Omg, Charles you are awake!" "Thank god we were so worried" his brother said and happily hugged him. He saw his mom's face light up and full of relief when she heard Arthur but then immediately her expression changed. She hugged and told him that she was glad he was ok. Then it happened his mom had found out about his dirty little secret." Charles you know I'm glad you are awake but honey what you did what you have been doing..." she couldn't say the words and she didn't have to, Charles understood he knew what she was talking about. "The doctor Charles he told me... Why didn't you tell me you were struggling? How could you do this to yourself?". Charles couldn't speak or move the secret was out, his mom knew..."I'm sorry mom I regret doing it I promise it will never happen again I was just so hurt Jules died and then dad died and it was the Japanese gran Prix and I just....I had to drive but I...." he was crying now he couldn't keep talking and his head starting hurt so fucking bad, he was dizzy. "Charles I think you should take a brake from racing and focus on your feelings talk with a therapist I can't let you go back in the car in this condition. God if max hadn't get you out of that car you could be dead right now." What the heck? Max? Max as in max Verstappen, his rival the person he hated the most? "Who?"  he asked he couldn't believe his ears once again it was all Max's fault. Why couldn't he just leave him? He would be able to see his dad and Jules again and his mom wouldn't have found out what he did. Well thinking about it his mom would have probably found out but... He didn't know if he was mad at max for saving him or grateful. He was fucking mess! But he didn't want to stop racing he felt connected to Jules, to his dad he needed to convince his mother but how could he? She saw the scars and the fucking crush there was no way she would let him back in the car anytime soon if she ever did.
Stupid max Verstappen, he thought...

~Max~
Max tried to forget what happened but his dad didn't really help. He started screaming and throwing whatever he could find at him. He was furious! "WHAT THE HELL IS FUCKING WRONG WHIT YOU, HUH?" " WHY DID GET HIM OUT OF THE CAR HE IS YOUR ENEMY YOU STUBIT IDIOT"... "I know that dad but it wouldn't look good if a let him just die the media and the fans would hate on me and FIA could take my championship from me or even disqualify me" that's what he told himself as well, he tried to convince himself that that's why he got Charles out of that car. He couldn't admit that he couldn't even imagine loosing Charles. He was his rival his enemy the person he hated the most but he was also a great driver a good challenge. The races he loved the most were the ones he was fighting Charles always so close so exciting so unpredictable. " You pray Leclerc doesn't wake up, you idiot" his dad said while punching him. Max went to sleep or he tried. His mind was racing he wanted to know how Charles was, would he wake up or not? Would he race again? Was that the end of their rivalry? He sure hoped not the idea made him sick. He shouldn't be worried about Charles thought he though, he was a fucking asshole and he hated him. His dad was right he shouldn't have saved that stupid Monegasque... Suddenly his phone started ringing. Wtf? Max thought. Who was calling at 4am for god sake. He didn't recognize the phone number and he didn't know what to do should he accept the sketchy call? Was it something important? It could be Lando he knew that the young Brit always called him when he had a nightmare. He decided he wouldn't pick up he was fed up with his dad and he was on the mood to analyze a nightmare or comfort anyone. The phone started ringing again and Max came to the conclusion that whoever was calling wouldn't leave him alone so he picked it up.
—Who is this?
—Hey max it's Charles, Charles Leclerc I just ...
Max didn't let him finish his sentence.
— What the fuck Leclerc it's 4am?
— I know I'm sorry I just wanted to thank you, you know for getting me out my mom and my brothers they ....the didn't deserve to go through that...
— I just did it because the media would eat me alive if I had left you there.
He hung up he didn't wait for Charles's reply. Charles on the other hand was socked, he was speechless for the first time in ages. He started crying he didn't even know why. He was devastated because max had talked to him like that but what did he actually expect they hated each other. Did he expect him ta ask him how he was doing while they have been hating each other since they were like five? More questions invaded his mind did he actually want max to care for him? Did he want him to call or even visit? No, no, no max and his bulshit was the last think he needed right now. But make the Dutchman could understand him he was a driver after all.... No Charles what the heck max is your enemy you hate that asshole will never understand he will just laugh at you and he will tell everyone how messed up you are and everyone is going to laugh at you, abandon you, you will be left alone you will have nobody. Everyone is going to hate you. Jules and dad will be so ashamed, your mom will be broken and your brother will be jagged and his opportunities will be over all because of that fucker who won't keep his mouth fucking shut. Charles head started hurting again he felt so dizzy and everything went black….... Max couldn't sleep he felt bad he shouldn't have talked to Charles like that he just wanted to thank him. He couldn't stop thinking about their conversation and the wired things Charles said. Ok maybe the weren't weird but felt weird he didn't know why but he felt something was off. He thought about calling back apologizing but he didn't he hated that stupid Monegasque why did he even care? He went back to sleep or at least he tried...

Author’s note : I can’t believe I’m actually on time… So yeah😅 I hope you like it.. It was difficult to find time to write this week cause I have exams but oh well this chapter was born. Let me know if you want me to continue have an amazing day.. Also I can’t wait for Charlie’s birthday 🥰♥️