Sincerely, Yours // Charles Leclerc x Reader

// PART 2 //

FLASHBACK

It had been a month since we moved to Italy. Our dad was suffering with a lot of depression. I couldn't recognise him at all anymore, his face became dead and dull by the day.

He would sometimes become infuriated thinking Marcel or I was staring at him judging him and he would become violent with us. It was worse with Marcel than it was with me. My dad would ridicule him for not being a strong man and fight back even though Marcel was only 6 years old when we had first moved to Italy.

Our dad would tell us that our mother didn't love us and let us live with him as he paid her a massive fortune that could make her retire at the age of 40. But i trusted my mother and didn't believe that. I trusted there was more to the story. Who would let their children live with an abuser, it's sickly.

My dad would also mock the fact I wrote letters to Charles,

"You dumb fuck thinking he actually cared about you to write back to you"

"Poor little thing you actually think someone loves you, no one does"

"No one cares about you Malina,"

Those 3 sentences are engraved in my brain forever.

I detested my father.

My brother and I would speak french to each other as our dad wouldn't understand us as he could only speak Italian. But then if he heard us speaking french he'd hit Marcel and tell him that he can never speak of 'that whore's language' again, referring to my mother.

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It was 3:30 pm. My brother and I came back from school and began packing for our move out. Our father was completely passed out on the sofa.

We didn't want to make it too suspicious so we just both used two huge backpacks instead of a suitcase because that would just make it obvious.

We were ready and packed. It felt surreal that this was all happening. Like a fever dream.

We tried stepping quietly to the front door however we heard our dad say,

"Where the fuck do you think you're both going," He creepily stated.

Shivers *literally* crawled down my spine. This was my death wish.

"We're going to sleep round Carolina's and finish our school projects," I responded quietly to our dad,

"No the fuck you're not. You've slept round her too much lately, you're planning something" Our dad responded.

Marcel and I looked at each other in fear.

"Au compte de trois, nous sortons en courant de la maison. Compris?" I whispered to Marcel

(On the count of three we run out the house. Understand?)

Marcel nodded.

"Une"

"Deux"

"Why the fuck are you speaking French come here you fucking bitch!" My dad shouted as he grabbed his belt,

"TROIS!" I shouted.

We both stormed out the door and began sprinting towards Carolina's house.

"COME BACK HERE BOTH FUCKING NOW!" We heard our dad shout.

I turned round to see him just standing out the hotel balcony, not even attempting to run after us. Thank lord.

We arrived at Carolina's house out of breath.

"You did it!" Carolina joyed in happiness and hugged us.

"Finally," I sighed.

Carolina had her suitcase ready as she said goodbye to her grandma and her mum.

I wish I had what they had. Such a close family.

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We arrived at the airport. The last time I was at an airport was when I was separated from Monaco.

We waited for our gate and then went into the airplane.

The airplane was tiny and clammy. Everyone was coughing, babies were crying, karens were shouting. I could tell Marcel was anxious about this whole flight. His fingers were fidgeting and he couldn't stop reading the airplane safety leaflets in front of our seats.

"It's going to be okay," I whispered to him as i held his shaking hand.

Marcel looked at me and i could tell he felt a bit more better than he did a few minutes ago.

The airplane began taking off and Marcel's hand tightened onto mine. It hurt but i didn't want to say anything as he was obviously just really scared.

Carolina and I were chatting of all the places we were going to visit and what we're going to do when we get there.

"You know what else we should see Malina?" Carolina asked,

"And what's that?"

"The Monacan Grand Prix," Carolina suggested excitedly.

Oh yes the Monacan Grand Prix. I forgot about Formula 1 for a while ever since my dad lost his job being a driver.

"You know what sure, why not," I responded back.

I had realised how much I missed the adrenaline of watching it. Marcel and I would cheer for Redbull and for our dad when he was winning.

Sooner or later the airplane landed.

Finally back in Monaco. Our home.

I was eccentric being back at Monaco.

Carolina and I saved up for a small flat in Monaco. It was only two rooms even though there was 3 of us but it was the most we could afford.

I had agreed that i would sacrifice myself and sleep on the sofa whilst the other two had their own rooms. What a great person I am.

It was about 12 in the morning when we got our keys to the flat and arrived there.

The nightlife in Monaco was so mesmerising and so beautiful.

I couldn't believe it. I was finally home.

We unpacked in our flat.

"Malina!" Carolina called out,

"Yeah?" I responded back a bit quieter as Marcel was already asleep in his room.

"I have a gift for you," She said as she walked over to me with something behind her.

She revealed her hands and it was a new Iphone.

"What? No Carolina I can't accept this," I was shocked by her gift,

"It's 2023 and you have no phone Malina, you need this or you're going to be lonely forever," Carolina reasoned.

I stood there for a minute just astonished.

I took the phone off her hands and instantly hugged her.

"You're the best friend ever," I bursted out.

"I know I know," Carolina said joking around rolling her eyes.

I'm finally home.