Pole position // Charles Leclerc

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Pierre's POV:
I fucked up.

I'd  almost killed her, and then to try and steer attention away from the crash, I'd set up her boyfriend?

I'd done some stupid things in my time but getting involved with Kika Gomes again was the worst thing I'd done so far.

'You're going home, bro? Already?' Alex frowned, looking at his watch and noticing the time.

'Kika isn't well. She needs me to go back.' I responded, throwing my suit jacket back on.

'I don't know why you're with her again. She doesn't give a shit about you.' He said, bluntly.

'Yes, thank you Alex, good to know you're sure of the ins and outs of my relationship.' I smiled sarcastically, heading towards the door.

'Don't drive! You're drunk!' He called after me.

I ignored him, getting in the car and heading off towards the hotel, turning down the music, needing the time to sit in silence.

The cold shoulder Mia had been giving me was taking it's toll. I missed her. She was my friend. All I did was fuck up around her and she had every reason to believe I was a bad person, but I wasn't.

I clenched my hand on the steering wheel, looking up and seeing a red light directly Infront of me. I slammed on my breaks, taking a few seconds to compose myself before looking up.

I had been looking at the break lights of a car way ahead of me, and there were no traffic lights at all. Maybe I was too drunk to be driving home. The car behind me honked its horn and I turned to look, pulling away in order to break up the queue I'd made.

I stopped again when I saw a lorry smash into the back of the car I'd held up, crushing it almost into a cube. It was unrecognisable and the sound it had made as it crushed was traumatising.

I pulled the keys from the car and jumped out, running around to the drivers side door and helping him out, my hands shaking as I prayed he was the only one in the car.

I knew exactly who he was the second I saw him.

'What are you doing out this late? George is still at the party.' I frowned.

'It's not George you fucking idiot! Mia is in the back of this car!' He shouted, pushing me out of the way and reaching for his phone, calling an ambulance.

Mia was in the back of the car? But there wasn't a back of the car. You couldn't even see the back doors anymore let alone the seats.

I slowly sank to the kerb, staring at the wreck until I made myself feel sick. I hadn't heard a single noise or seen any movement.

'Oh my god. Oh my fucking god.' I repeated, almost on autopilot, being pushed to the side when the fire engines arrived.

They worked on the door, cutting it open and throwing the damaged metal to the side. I couldn't see a thing as a stretcher was forced underneath her body, pulling her from the car and keeping her as still as possible, the car now starting to flame.

I pushed my way through crowds, noticing none of them were press yet, reaching for her hand and grabbing it, taking a deep breath when I saw her eyes flicker.

'You're okay. I Promise You're okay. Im so sorry.' I choked.

'Are you immediate family, sir? Would you like to come with us?' A paramedic asked.

I saw a surge of press and the public rushing towards us and I panicked, shaking my head and running, getting back into my car, not even looking back on my way to the hotel.