𝓕ate | Charles Leclerc (CL16)

Chapter 7 - Qualifing gone wrong

I woke up an hour and a half later. Yawning, I checked my phone only to see it being blown up on Facebook. I had a look. The headlines read; "Charles Leclerc crashes into Rookie driver Oscar Piastri" what the actual. I watched a video on YouTube on the crash. It definitely wasn't friendly. People were speculating why Charles crashed into him. There wasn't anything wrong with his car, he had control, which made me think did he do it on purpose?

There were videos of Charles going straight into his back spinning both of them out into the barrier. Charles' car flipped once, it wasn't nice. Oscar got out of the car quickly, but Charles caught on fire.

After about 3 minutes Charles got out successfully. He walked back to the Ferrari garage denying help from anyone who tried. When he had made it inside the garage there was a video of his crash and he was smiling?

Is he a psychopath? I thought. My mouth was agape. I was struggling to process what had happened. I quickly changed into a tennis skirt and a vest crop top. I rushed to the track and took the first taxi I could find.

I rushed into the paddock as I made my way towards Aston Martin to see my dad and find out face to face what happened.

I heard shouting going on behind one of the motor homes, so I decided to go down and have a look.

I saw Oscar pinned against the wall, as Charles shouted at him. Charles had a black eye forming. Whilst, Oscar. had a bloody nose and a cut on the lip. I didn't want to get involved, so I quickly left hoping neither of them saw me. What was going on today? I wondered.

I basically ran to my dad and hugged him. I mumbled "I'm so glad it wasn't you in that crash". He hugged me back. Once we drew away he seemed confused.

"The thing that confused me is that Charles 100% crashed into Oscar on purpose, but I can't work out why. I know who Oscar really is, don't worry Jammy." He sighed. My dad started calling me Jammy, since he had adopted me. He wanted to be different and be the only one to call me a specific nickname that nobody else called me.

He picked the most atrocious one imaginable. I liked it though it made me feel warm. Like a fire burning on a cold winter day. Warm.

"I was right behind Charles as well. It was like he sped up by a lot to increase the impact. I thought he might've had a death wish. I need to talk to him. He's an amazing driver with so much potential. I really hope Ferrari isn't causing him to be like this, he was always such a sweet kid" he spoke softly as he rubbed his brow. As much as I disliked Charles I knew my father always had a soft spot for him ever since he was young.

My dad saw so much in him. He was so thrilled when he found out they'd be teammates. I remember he'd always be happy, bubbly, joyful. "You should speak to him and maybe find out what the problem is. He might just need someone to talk to about all of this'' I motioned around as if I meant everything. Jules and his father's passing, his mental health. "I think that's our best bet. I'll talk to him later once he's cooled down" he gave me a tight smile, before a quick hug and I was alone.

My stomach moaned in pain. I knew I probably shouldn't be here, but I had to make sure everyone was alright. I made my way through the paddock.

I was abruptly pulled into one of the Ferrari garages though. I assumed it was Carlos, but it wasn't. Someone pushed me inside Charles' drivers room as I bewilderedly looked around.

Charles was sitting there. His head in his hands. It hurt my heart he seemed so distraught. I slowly walked up to him as he looked up about to tell me to fuck off I saw the words forming on his lips, yet no sound came out.

I saw the blood drying on his face. "Charles, stand up now." I said in the strictest voice I could. He did, I did a quick search, before I found his mini first aid kit. I guided him to the table nodding for him to sit on it.