The Winner Takes it All -MV

Part 5 - Apologies.

WARNING: Mention of bad parenting and abuse? Idk.
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When I got back to my hotel, all I wanted to do was cry. I let the team down, I let my self down, and I let Max down. My phone buzzed. A text from my mum appeared.

"I saw your race. I knew you'd fuck it up, like you do with everything. Well done."

That was when I burst, tears rushed down my cheeks as I fell back on my bed. I don't know why she treated me like this, since birth. I quickly grabbed my phone and hesitated before hitting the "Block" button. I couldn't have her having a go at me right now. I want someone to talk to. I need someone to talk to. But I have no one.

*ring, ring*

My phone ring. "Super Max 🦁💙" Why was Max calling me. I instantly picked up and tried to sound like I wasn't crying.

"Hello?" I said, I sniffled after, Max must know now that I was crying. I heard him take a breath.

"Bella? I'm so sorry, are you crying? Look, okay I shouldn't of said any of that, it was my fault, please, please forgive me. You are good enough for Redbull, I promise, okay? I promise." He spoke quick, I almost couldn't understand what he was saying, but I understood every word.

"Max I-"

"I get if you don't forgive me. I wouldn't forgive me either. But I'm so fucking sorry. Please, forgive me, Bella." The nickname was so cute.

"Max, listen to me. I forgive you." I said, Max calling me made me forget about my mum. It's almost like her was my comfort. "Also. I like that nickname." I said, giggling.

"Shut up." He said laughing through the phone. I'm happy he was back to his funny self. "Why were you crying?" He asked with a soft voice.

"I.. it's a lot to explain." I replied, sniffling again.

"Do you want me to come to your room so you can talk about it? I don't want you to bottle your feelings up." He said, Max was secretly the sweetest boy ever, well.. man, whatever.

"Yes, please." I replied. I secretly smiled behind the phone.

"Okay, I'll be there in 5 minutes." He said before saying bye and hanging up. I smiled to myself, I knew me and Max could fix our friendship, it was just going to take a lot of talking and trust.

Max was at my door 5 minutes later, I invited him in and he sat down on the bed, this time, I sat on the sofa. I didn't know what to say, Max clearly didn't either. I knew he wasn't good at this kind of stuff, he obviously never had any comfort growing up from his dad. He studied my body language so intensely, I saw as he looked from my hands to my legs, back up to my eyes.

"Why were you crying?" He asked, his voice was so soft, it could honestly have put me to sleep right there.

"Everything. Honestly, the incident today, I let the team down, I let everyone down." I spoke with a broken voice, I was weak. Did I want to tell him about my mum? I was about to speak again but my phone buzzed.

"Who's that?" Max said, looking at my phone. It was my mum, I forgot her husband, my step-dad, had my number. My eyes filled with tears. I was not going to break down in-front of Max. "Isabella..?" He spoke again, "What's wrong?" Shit.

"It's nothing." I said while I quickly turned off my phone and put my phone face down next to me.

"Isabella." He said, more sternly. I had to tell him. He would find out either way, he'd make me tell him.
A tear spilled down my face,  I bit my lip, trying not to cry any more. Max put his hand on my knee, his touch made me feel safe. "You can tell me anything." His reassurance felt so good.