love to hate you.

Anger. Regret. Fear.

The next morning I wake up and see Charles is still asleep. I look at the time, 7am. Perfect, damn early and I can't go back to sleep.

I decide to go for a quick run. I get dressed and leave my room without waking Charles up.

I was just about to turn my volume up as I see a familiar face coming out of the hotel.

"Emilia? What are you doing here?" asks the tall handsome team mate of my best friend.

"Couldn't sleep.. so I decided to go for a run, what about you?" I give him a slight smile.

"I always take a run in the morning. Wanna talk about it? You seem kinda off." Carlos asks with a smile.

"Maybe later.. how about we take the run together?"

"Sure just have to wait for Rupert then we can go" he says and I nod. "Speaking of.."

"Good morning guys. New running partner today?" He asks after hugging me.

"I always wanted to know if I can keep up with a F1 driver" I say laughing.

"I don't think you can.." Carlos gives me a smile before he starts running.

"HEY! That's not fair!!" I scream after him before I start to run after him with Rupert.

After a good hour we arrive back at the hotel. "I gotta say I'm impressed Emilia, you really know how to keep up with me no?" Carlos says with a smile.

"It was a really nice run, thank you boys!"

Carlos puts an arm around me while we walk inside "Feeling better now?"

"I really got my mind off everything.. thank you" I smile at him.

We all got together in the elevator and drive up. "Again thanks for the run that was probably the best coincidence of the day. See you later!" I say while getting out of the elevator.

Back in the room I see Charles is still asleep so I decide to take a shower. The hot water falling down on my skin helps me relax again.

The night has been horrible. All I could think about was Charles's hand and in what fight he got himself.. As if that wasn't enough I couldn't help but thinking about Pierre and all the things he said..

Was he right?

That's the only question running thru my mind. Over and over again..

I shake the thoughts away and turn off the shower. I get dressed and ready for the day.

I get out of the bathroom and see Charles is awake now. "Good morning how is your hand doing?" I ask while walking over to him.

"It's okay I guess.. Where have you been?" he asks while getting up.

I take his hand and take a closer look. It is bruised but luckily not swollen, at least something I guess. "I went for a run and met Carlos and Rupert so I had good company." I finally answer.

"Sounds good. I'll take a quick shower and get ready. Are you okay with having breakfast at the motorhome today?"

I just nod and he leaves to the bathroom. We usually have breakfast in the hotel when we're gone together.. but I decide to not ask him about it.

He comes out of the bathroom and I had to giggle "What is it little one?" he asks with a smile.

"We should get shopping soon.. I know you always wear this pair on quali day but.. never mind" I say laughing.

He joins in "I know everyone loves them" he says with a wink.

"Okay can we leave now?" I asks still smiling at him. He nods and we make our way to the car.

I couldn't stop thinking about who he fought with but I was also concerned about him. He isn't the type of guy who's beating others up on a daily basis.

"Are you okay?" I ask him because we arrived at the track but he doesn't seem keen to get out of the car yet.

He tries to smile "Yeah let's go..". We make our way to the entrance and further to the motorhome.

We get breakfast and I insisted to sit outside of the motorhome because of the amazing weather. Charles is quiet most of the time which made me ask him once again if he's okay.

He takes a deep breath and shakes his head "I did something very stupid last night.. and.. I.. I think i fucked up big time.."

"Do you want to tell me or..?"

"Actually I don't.. but I rather want you to hear it from me then.. see it.."

"See it?"

"You ask me yesterday if he deserved it. He did. I know it. But it was still wrong from me.. it's just.. all the things he said.."

"Charles who are you talking about..?" I see how he tenses up and follow his gaze.

I hold my breath.

It's Pierre.

With a bruised eye and his cheek all red..

I turn slowly back to Charles who is still staring at Pierre. My voice was low as I ask him "Charles.. what did you do...?"

After Pierre is out of his sight he looks at me. I know him well.. something happened between them. They've been friends for so long, sure they argue but never would anyone of them hurt the other one on purpose...

I see multiple feelings flashing up in Charles's eyes. Anger. Regret. Fear.

I know he must have a good reason otherwise he wouldn't have done it.

"Okay... what did he say?" I ask.

He shakes his head "I can't tell you.."

I'm in shook "was it about me ?!"

He slightly nods "I wanted to ask him what happend between you... things got heated up.. I.. he.. urgh" he goes thru his hair before he tries to continue "I didn't had the intention to hurt him but all the things he said.. all the- ..he deserved it."

He looked me straight in the eyes waiting for an answer. I see how nervous he was for my reaction.

I take his hand and nod "okay.. I believe you."