Escaping

Chapter 6: Monaco

-Let's unpack our things and maybe go shopping after, i think you need new clothes. Charles says as we enter his mansion.

-Defenitly, my dad has been the one buying my clothes my entire life so i would love having other one. Charles open a bedroom door.

-Really? Why would he spend so much time on that, isnt it a waste of time? That's your room by the way.

-He was scared my choice of clothing might affect the company's reputation. I just need to send a text and i'll start unpacking.

-Take your time.

Charles leaves the room, and i think for a minute how to make that text. The text needs to make my dad leave me alone. After a minute, i decide the way i'm gonna say it. As coldly as possible.

"I have proof of you mistreating me. Dont try to find me or i'll report you."

I block him right away. I dont need to hear his bullshit once again. I quickly unpack and change outfit. I go downstairs and Charles gets up seeing me.

-You ready?

-Yes, lets go. 

We get in the car and Charles starts driving.

-If you want, i could drop you in a cafe where you could meet the girls, they could explain what your life is gonna look like from now.

-Yeah sure i would love that.

After buying me a lot of clothes (Charles insisted i needed clothes for every situations), he leaves me near a cute cafe. I walk in, and a group of girls waves to me as i approach them.

??: "Hey! you must be Beth, i'm Isa.

-Hey, nice to meet you all!

They all introduce themselves: Isa is dating Carlos, Charles teammate, Kika is Pierre's girlfriend, Heidi is Daniel's girlfriend, and Kelly is Max's girlfriend.

Heidi: So Beth, tell us, how did you met Charles?

-We actually were neighbor during 2 years when we were young, but Charles moved out and we didn't see each other since.

Kelly: And you found him after all this years? That's amazing.

-Charles is a pretty famous guy, so it wasnt that hard finding him. In fact, it's been 3 years since i know he is a f1 driver, but i didnt have any occasions to reach out to him.

We talk during what seems hours, all of them are so nice, i feel like i could really be good friends with them. After we finished our coffee, the guys came to pick us up.

Kika: It was so nice talking to you Beth. Let's hang out again during next race.

-Yeah sure, it was really nice.

Charles and i starts walking toward the parking lot, and he is smiling a lot.

-Why are you smiling like that? I ask laughing.

-You look like you enjoyed it.

-I did. They are such kind girls.

-I'm glad, i was scared you might feel lonely sometimes, but they will take care of you.

This guy is unbelievable. Why do i feel like all his actions are for me to feel welcome. I need to find a way to do the same later. I can not let him do all that for me.

Few days passed, and Charles has been taking me to all the spots we used to go as kids. We grew up really close, almost as when we were little. I wish we could just stay in Monaco and live that free life forever, but the next race is coming soon. It's the one in Baku. I've never been in Azerbaijan, and most off all, never watched a f1 race in real life. 

I hear a knock on my door, and Charles carefully open the door 

-I'm not disturbing you?

-It's your house Charles.

-It's your room.

-You're not disturbing me. You need something?

Charles's grin goes wider.

-You can never win against me.

-I don't fight when i have nothing to win dear. I say smiling at his cocky comment.

He walks up to seat beside me, and looks at my empty suitcase.

-You didn't pack yet? We're leaving tomorow you know.

I think for a moment realising i don't have an idea on why i didn't packed. It's not that i didn't have time, more like i was hesitant. I don't even know on what i was hesitant.

-I know, it's just... weird, i guess. For me, this life. I mean, the real thing didn't even start. I just can not believe i was in Australia a week ago, i'm in Monaco, and tomorow i'll be in Baku. I've never traveled anywhere in my life. Australia was the first country i've ever been exept France. I feel like a stranger to what i'm living right now, and what i'll live from now.

Charles stays silent. I go up from my bed i was sitting on, and walk to my suitcase and start picking clothes. I hear Charles getting up, and he puts his hand on my shoulder. I stare at him, but he grabs my hand to make me stand up.

-What do you say about going out for dinner? It may be our last night in Monaco before a long time.

He's smiling and his voice is soft as usual, but it's different, and his eyes are serious. I can not read in them.

-Yeah sure.