racetrack of love

the unbreakable monaco curse

Next Week (Monaco GP)

Charles' POV:
I start on pole, looking forward to a win, but something feels extremely off, and I can only hope to break my Monaco curse today.

Max's POV:
I am angry like always but since the party I am even more furious but don't know where that coming from so i started drinking every evening, almost looking and feeling like my father.

Great

I had luck and nobody noticed it and got trough the control but I could feel the consequences already in practice and Quali the last two days.
But somehow despite it I start P2 behind Charles at the Monaco GP.
In the first laps, I already feel the car is off and strongly the intolerance from my body, but I just ignore it until my racing engineer explains that we have to retire.
I scoff but decide that this could be the perfect revenge for Charles, just teasing him a little that he won't have it that easy to win or hoping he ends on second.

So i decide to get a little too close at the next curve to push Charles just slightly off track. I execute my plan, but suddenly, things get worse than I thought.
Charles starts spinning immediately, taking me with him until I spin out myself, but at a much lower speed.

"SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK," I scream over the radio.

As my car comes to a halt, I first makes sure to inform my team that i am fine before I slowly get out of the car a bit dizzy. I was about to get my orientation back when I stumble out of the car but only a few seconds later is tart to throw up. After feeling like i throw up my organs i calm down and look around me for the first time and that's when I see the Ferrari completely wrecked and in flames. I immediately get up with shaky knees and run towards the Ferrari, but before i reach the car i get stop from a person. It must have taken me a long time to get out of his car and throw up because now I realize because firefighters and the paramedics are already there.

"What? Is Charles okay?" I asks suddenly only feeling guilty and concerned instead of anger. I didn't want or think it would end this badly. I really want to run to the Ferrari, and pull charles myself out there but the paramedics hold me back and I am to weak at the moment to fight back.

"Sir, please stop. We need to check on you, and we are already doing everything we can to get the other driver out of the car. Please sir you need to calm down"

I break down to my knees. "What? That's not possible. I am so sorry."

Before I can say anything else two paramedics lift me up and take me to the hospital ward at the paddock to check me over. Physically, he is fine aside from a few bruises, but mentally, he feels guilty. As soon as I finish with only the suggestion to get a look at his lever, knowing this comes from the consume from alcohol, I drive to the hospital since the race has been called off.