Driving In My Head, Driving In My Heart

Don't Touch Me

! Trigger warning: Abuse and Blood !

Max pov:

-Monaco Grand Prix-

Charles has pole. I'm happy for him but if he wins tomorrow I'm screwed. I see him talking with Pierre and Carlos so I walk over to join them. He smiles at me and starts playing with his rings like he does when he's nervous which is understandable because things are a little wierd between us lately. After talking for a while I receive a message from Christian.

Christian:

Hi Max you have an interview with the press in a few minutes if you could be at the hospitality in 3 minutes that would be great. Thanks

Me:

Sure.

I absolutely hate the media responsibility that comes with being an f1 driver but I chose this life.

-Sunday After Race-

Charles won his home grand prix and I'm so proud of him but I know my dad will have something to say about me finishing sixth.

My father pulls me into m drivers room and before I can say anything he punches me straight in the nose. I don't even realize it's bleedin until I can taste the irony taste of blood. As my father is about to hit me again Charles wals in. "Hey. Well done today." he says before seeing my father. As soon as he notices him in the room his gaze went from loving to stone cold and filled with hate. Then my father started screaming. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS FRENCH DOING HERE!" "Firstly I'm Monegasque and not French and Secondly I'm here to talk to my friend." "HE'S NOT YOUR FRIEND!" "Yes he is. You can't control him aymore." "HE'S MY SON!" "Well then you're a pathetic excuse for a father" "DON'T YOU DARE INSULT ME I GAVE HIM EVERYTHING IF IT WERE'NT FOR ME HE WOULDN'T BE HERE!" "Max is here because he is talented and works hard for it. He gets more points in one race than you got in your entire racing career." With that my father hit me one more time and then left. I fell to the floor and started sobbing. Why was I like this?

Charles pov: 

Max fell to the floor, the blood pouring out his nose. Why was his father such a dick? "Hey Maxie it's ok I'm here." I can't believe his father treats him like this. Before I could think I sent Christian a message on Max's phone asking him to come to his drivers room. He walked in and when he saw me and Max I couldn't tell if he was more shocked about Max's state or the fact that I was in his drivers room. "Max whats going on" before I could reply for him Max said "My dad" As soon as those words left gis mouth I felt angry. Jos didn't deserve to he called Max's dad. Christian said he would find away to fix it but that it wasn't going to be easy. Once Max's stuff was packed I took him to my house.

"Hey you wanna tell me what happened in there?" Max looked away when I said that "It's ok if you don't want to." I quickly added. "No it's fine you deserve to know." Max tells me everything about what happened with his dad. When he finished I couldn't help but pull him into a hug. "Thank you Charlie" "For what?" "Everything" Charlie. He called me Charlie. I couldn't stop smiling. "No problem mon chérie."