||its not your fault||Lestappen||

(Chapter 15)

they both had talked throughout the afternoon till around 1am, they both shared their problems but Charles not being truthful. he lied when Max asked if he eats and sleeps properly and lied when he asked again if he harmed himself or had urges too. Max could see he was lying about some of it but didn't pressure him. Charles knew racing career was going to go downhill if he didn't gain weight.

"Max do you want to stay the night?" The number 16 driver asked the Dutchman. "sure, why not." the world champion replied with. "you can stay in my room ill sleep down here!" The Monegasque insisted and took Max to the room he was staying in but not for tonight. he made his way back to the sofa and setting a alarm for the press he had at 8am with Carlos, he needed to wake up earlier so he could make food skip the meal and feed Carlos instead of himself he didnt mind much since the Press was just questions he could answer!

he found himself falling asleep and waking up in a black void type place he heard the voice of his dead father and Jules. they said it was his fault, he saw a picture of Jules in the car after he had gotten hit it made him really sick, Jules had his head smashed up against the back of the care it shook him up, he got called many things by people he loved and cared for and he suddenly jolted awake after he got slapped by Josh.

he couldnt breath he felt tears in his eyes he wanted to go hurt himself. he couldnt with his rival and teammate here. he dug his hand into his thigh making the bruise from last race sting heavily. he felt someone take his hand off of his thigh and whisper in his ear. "dont do that." Max's raspy voice in his ear coo'ed causing him to tense up. 'his morning voice oh my god' he thought to himself staring into ocean eyes. "M-max.?" he stuttered out of breath. "yes Charles its me, breathe" Max whispered helping the younger catch his breath.