Game On || C.L.16

4.4

Charles' POV - just after Amelie kicked them out

"Calm down C." I hear Pierre say, although I'm anything but calm right now. I don't understand why Amelie wouldn't listen, why she would kick us out. How can't she see that she is hurting herself.

I take a few deep breaths trying to calm my self down, however it seems to have the opposite effect on me. "Charles calm down." Arthur says sternly, as we are entering Pierre's house in one of the Parisian suburbs.

"I can't." I snap. "I'm worried sick about her. She shouldn't be alone I think."

"She has to be alone to realize what she is doing is wrong." Pierre points out.

"We could try telling her again." I mutter, knowing that it probably wouldn't work, but it seems like being with her is the only thing in my mind that seems logical.

"We are not doing that. We'll leave her be for at least the coming 48 hours. She'll see her therapist, whom will make her realize she's done things wrong. The club will give her new rules to keep herself too. And after that we'll talk to her." Pierre explains the plan we had just formed.

"It doesn't feel right." I mutter.

"I know, but it's the only way to make her realise it." Pierre says, the worry clear in his face and words. He isn't sure this will work, but it has to.

***
"I just got a call from PSG." Pierre says walking into his living room, where Arthur and I are having a late breakfast.

Arthur is planning on going to Monaco later today, I should be too. That was my initial plan, but I can't. I can't be away from Amelie when she's going through this much.

"And?" I wonder, knowing they would set some new ground rules for Amelie to make her mental health more important.

"She's been send home, forced to take some therapy sessions and figure things out." Pierre simply says and I nod in acceptance. I still don't feel it's the best thing for her to be home alone right now, but if they say this is what we should do than we'll do that. They've been through this before.

"Is someone checking in on her?" I wonder, typing away on my phone to inform my mom. I had called her crying last night, explaining everything that has been going on. She's been very supportive so far and was very adamant that we kept her up to date.

"One of her teammates is supposed to check in on her if she doesn't show up for therapy." Pierre says simply and I nod. I want to be the one to check in on her.

"Good." I breathe taking a sip of water to relax.

"Why don't we go and play some padel before Arthur has to leave? Get the stress out of our bodies? I'll ask Esteban to come too." Pierre suggests and I'm quick to accept. I could use this.

Within an hour we're meeting Esteban at some padel court Pierre managed to rent this quickly.

"What's gotten you all this worked up?" Esteban wonders after Pierre and I managed to put an extreme amount of power into the first few balls we had hit.

"Don't." Arthur says quickly but not as fast as Pierre managed to say "Amelie."

"So it's Amelie. I'm not pressing any further. As long as you are not making whatever is going on worse by whatever it is you're doing or not doing." Esteban says before picking up the ball and continuing our session of padel.

The few games of padel we played managed to get some of the stress and anger out of my body, however it definitely didn't help to calm my mind. My mind kept going crazy, my mind telling me to go and check in on Amelie.