Toto's Redbull Son [F1 Fanfic]

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Max was freaking out. Charles was having to deal with it.

"But I haven't seen him in 3 years! What am I meant to do? If I ban him from the garage then Christian will think something is up and Jos would get mad, ughh." Max was pacing back and forth in the shared drivers room while Charles sat on the couch.

"You'll be fine mate, come to Ferrari if you get in any trouble." Charles was trying his best to calm the panicked Dutchman. "You also have time to think about what you want to do."

"Charles, he's coming NEXT WEEK. That isn't what I would consider enough time!" Max replied to Charles.

Charles sighed and stood up, he grabbed Max's wrists and forced the Dutchman to look into his eyes and really listen. "Max, I am here for you, Toto is here for you, if you tell the other drivers, they will be here for you."

Though all Max could think about during the pep talk is how close their faces were and how Charles' lips moved when he was speaking, how enchanting they were. (AN: We all good if it goes this way? Romance of any kind is a rare instance in my writing)

Max took a breath and nodded after a second, acknowledging the Monegasque's words even if he barely caught any of them.

Skippy Skip to the next weekend

Tomorrow was Friday, the start of the race weekend and Max was, once again, freaking out. It seems he's been freaking out a lot recently, though he has a good reason!

Max was currently sitting in the Redbull garage anxiously waiting for his old father to turn up, the engineers just thought that it was because he WANTED to see Jos Verstappen again after racing all year with no free time. But no, it was for the exact opposite reason, he was dreading the arrival.

Max saw him walk into the garage and beeline towards him, anger clear in his face. Though the anger was hidden behind a face of peace and happiness, Max knew just how angry his old father truly was, even if no one else could see it.

Max shrunk back into his seat as the man approached, when the man finally made it to him he was grabbed roughly by the arm and dragged into a side room, that Max was fairly certain was sound proof, his old dad basically forced him into a chair.

(Small warning there will be shouting and verbal/mental abuse ahead (No physical))

Italics = Dutch

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING. WHY WOULD YOU RUN, YOU KNOW I WAS YOU'RE ONLY CHANCE AT A GOOD LIFE, YOU ARE NOTHING WITHOUT ME, THEY ARE ALL JUST USING YOU." Jos was shouting, loud.

Max shrunk in on himself as the shouting continued, he hid his head in his legs and tried to block out the noise. Jos was entirely wrong, he had to be! Right? That's what Toto said, but what if he was wrong?

"LOOK AT WHAT THEY'VE DONE TO YOU! WHY ARE YOU CRYING? REMEMBER, NO EMOTION. IT WILL ONLY RUIN YOU!"

Max sat back up slightly to look into his dad's eyes, no emotion, right, it would only ruin everything he had created. He could still feel the tears dripping down his face, why was he crying? He had no reason to be, especially in front of someone.

Wait no, emotion was normal, that's what Toto said, his real dad. Not Jos, Toto. Max closed his eyes slightly and tried to block out the continuous shouting. But what if Toto was just using him, what if his da- Jos, was right?

Max felt a hand grab his chin gently and force him to look up and he forced himself to open his eyes and stared straight back at the eyes of Jos Verstappen.

"Oh my boy, what lies have they been feeding you? Why would you trust them? I am the only reason you are sitting here as a formula one driver after all. It was all me." Jos continued quieter and more gently as the man looked into the eyes of his son, when Max didn't say anything the man continued. "Well when it all comes crashing down don't come crawling back to me."

Jos then proceeded to leave to room and leave Max to collapse to the floor in an emotional mess. Max curled into a ball and hid his face from the world, as if protecting his head and ears could protect him from anything.

Was that okay? Sorry if this took a while to get out, I started this book with no plan.