Whatever It Takes

Chapter 6 - Red

October 5th, a month later.

The rumors about me and Charles have exploded the past month ever since my accident. People have started showing up at his appartement, looking in on our bedroom window! Somehow that has to be illegal right?

That's not even the worst part. Every time Charles takes me out to dinner because of how I only eat take out because of my leg, when he's out, the fans literally push me away, like hard core pushing me to the ground.

Don't people in this century have some respect? Any respect at all? How would they feel if this happened to them? I can't even imagine how worse this could turn into.

Both Charles and I have posted several statements, but it doesn't seem to work, any of it! I had two months left with my cast, but looking back at this past few weeks, I only want to stay in, I don't want to step a foot out just because of how scared I am.

But today, I finally had the courage to do something about it.

Since I've always loved posting on social media like an influencer I did the best thing I thought would help.

I sat the camera up in front of the mirror on my makeup table and started recording.

"Good morning guys. As you guys can see I'm not looking my best right now and I wanted to make a serious video today.. uhm. So this past month have been hell for me. I want to be completely honest with you, and I've started getting really bad anxiety around other people, and I'm so afraid of even just going outside."

"I'm so sick of having to always be on lookout for fans when I'm grocery shopping, when I'm going
downstairs to pick up something. People have been showing up at my apartment for crying out loud! I've posted several statements both on instagram and TikTok, but I'm tired of it. None of it helps, especially on my mental health. Don't get me wrong I love all of you who support me unconditionally, but at this point it's just uncomfortable."

"Please understand and respect both me and Charles's privacy through these hard times, and if you see us out in Monaco or just me or just Charles, just ask for a photo, if you only want a photo with Charles then ask me to move. That's so much better than pushing me away. It's hard enough as it is. Please, just Please understand that. And thank you."

As I clicked on the red button, finishing the video and posting it, I started crying, but this time, lightly. And now Charles wasn't here, he was in Qatar, probably sleeping. I was debating wether or not to call him, but he needs to be focused on his race.

Suddenly a lot of notifications appeared on my phone. It was dms with hearts, comments showing how much they support and respect us. But what I was most grateful for was that a week later, no one was outside our apartment.

Everything was alright again. Then it was time for me to go to the doctor again to get checked up on my leg.

It was a week before the Las Vegas Grand Prix and I would do anything to join the guys there. Since it was a doctor in Monaco I went to I didn't have any connection with the doctors there but Thankfully, she had good news.

"So Ms. Verstappen I understand it as, you've been racing and broken your foot? You've been wearing this cast for 2 and a half months right?"

"That's right."

"I have two good news. You'll be getting your cast of today, and you can from now on live your life like you did three months ago, except for the racing of course which I assume you already know?"

"Yes, it's sad but the only truth. - wait! Does this mean I can travel again? Like next weekend?" I suddenly remembered.

"Yes it seems like it." She smiled and laughed at how overjoyed I was.