I opened the door seeing my mother smirking.
"Good evening, Elise."
"Fuck off." I rolled my eyes and tried to shut the door.
"That's no way to speak to your mother." She glared.
"You aren't my mother." I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Look kid-"
"Elise?" My grand - mere appeared from behind my 'mama' and hugged me.
"Are you okay- Margot?"
"Long time no see, Pascale." She smiled as my grand - mere shook her head.
"Elise inside now." She said and closed the door in my mother's face.
"Where's your Papa?" Pascale asked me with a worried expression.
"He's Er-"
"Elise!" She shouted. My eyes widened. I'd never seen her like this before.
"Sorry- just tell me where he is." She rubbed my shoulder.
"He's sleeping upstairs." I told her as she sighed and went upstairs.
Charles Leclerc
"Wake the fuck up!" I groaned hearing my mother's voice in my ears.
"Maman.."
"What the fuck Charles?"
"What did I do?" I sat up rubbing my eyes as she screwed her face up.
"Have you been drinking?" My Maman asked as I looked down.
She hit me hard in a place I'd rather not be hit.
"Maman!" I groaned curling up into a ball on my bed.
"Man up Charles." She said. "Why the hell have I just seen margot on your doorstep." She whisper shouted.
"She- she turned up in Miami.. I guess she's back in Monaco aswell."
"That doesn't explain why she's on your doorstep talking to your daughter."
"What was she saying?" I really don't want her around Elise.
"I'm not sure but I got rid of her anyways." Maman said.
"Thank god." I mumbled.
"Look you need to get your shit together Charles, you can't be drinking in the day and then going to sleep, you have a daughter to look after."
Before I could answer her, I heard the door creak. I turned my head seeing Elise.
I went to speak again but Maman shook her head at me.
Elise Leclerc
"You don't have to stop your conversation, i'm old enough to hear it." I sighed.
"It's fine i've said what i need to say." Pascale smiled slightly.
"Just talk! I should know what's going on aswell." I raised my voice.
"Don't raise your voice Elise." Papa said sternly climbing out of bed.
"No I fucking hate when adults do this, i'm the one being affected by this."
"Language." He said as I shook my head.
"No i've had it, I can understand why Charlotte doesn't want to be around you." I said through gritted teeth.
I ran out of his bedroom and into mine. Pascale followed me into my room.
"Would you like to stay at mine tonight, mon enfant {my child}."
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Little Leclerc
FanfictionCharles Leclerc is 30 years old and still racing for Ferrari the only thing that had changed is that his daughter is now 13. Charles had his daughter young, her mother wanted nothing to do with the child so Charles had to step up at the young age of...