What was I made for ?..

Im going under and this time i fear theres no one to save me - Charles

(Not proof read)

"A bottle of whisky on ice please." I ask the bartender. He just nods, I see him looking at my face trying to work out what my troubles could be. I was Charles Leclerc the formula one driver who had everything, but I didn't...

I didn't have her. I was missing her. My heart ached every moment that I wasn't with her. I yearned for her. I needed her. I hear her voice in the wind. I see her beauty in the wild flowers, and her innocence in the sky.

"Cash or Card?" He responds politely, taking my thought away from her for just a moment. Handing me the bottle of whisky and a bucket of ice.

"Card. Thank you" I take my drink and head to the dark booth in the corner. I had been in this same spot everyday since returning from Italy. I couldn't bring myself to go home, I couldn't be where she wasn't.

I refused to sign the divorce papers, so Fred sent me back home full of anger. He sent me with the papers and tied Alex to my side until I signed. God her presence made me feel sick. Every time she tried to speak or touch me made my stomach churn. She wasn't Mila. So I signed just to get rid of her.

I was now legally alone. Now a divorcee. Now nothing.

As I downed my first glass I hear my phone ringing. I mute it pouring myself another. Another ring. Another drink. I was half way through the bottle before my phone finally stopped. I pour myself another savouring the taste, feeling the burn in my throat.

I opened my phone to look at the photos of her just days ago, her confidence so radiant. Her white outfit fitting her perfectly, hugging any curve she had. She was angelic. Her head held high as she walked past the angered Fred and Alex. My Mila had all the power, she was a god. She was everything. I down the rest of my glass knowing this was when she signed away our marriage. I just wish I knew why?

As I place my phone back down to pour another drink I see Carla and Arthur enter the bar.

"Charles what the fuck are you doing?" I hear Arthur shout.

"Pull up a seat, take a drink" I reply ignoring his obvious frustrations.

"No I don't want to sit down. Have you even checked your phone?!" His anger rising.

"Arthur calm down" I hear Carla say from behind a scared look on her face, one that mirrored Milas all to well.

"Why should I? Is he going to hit me like he did Mila?" He snaps at his girlfriend. I see his face immediately soften as he looks at her scared face."l'm sorry Carla, I didn't mean to shout. Im just so frustrated she could be dying and this selfish bastard won't even answer his phone!"

"Dying? Who's dying?" My attention is suddenly caught.

"Arthur don't." I hear Carla cry. Trying to stop my brother from answering.

"Who Arthur? Who the fucks dying?"

Arthur looks towards Carla, trying to read his girlfriend. You could see her heart saying tell him, but her head saying don't. I immediately knew who it was about from her reaction. I knew that they were close, closer than ever before she left. Carla seen something in her that I was blind too. It was Mila.

I started to sob. "Please Art. Tell me it's not her!"

"It is... it's Mila."

I collapse to the floor in tears. My poor girl. I needed to see her. I couldn't let her die. She isn't going to die.

"Please Art, please take me to her please." I beg my brother.

"Charles you're drunk I can't, do you even know what day it is or even the time? You're a mess!"