Nemesism [Max Verstappen]

[11] Waiting for the morning

So I originally thought this chapter would be super dramatic (which it kinda is), but I think it turned out a little cheesy instead?

TW's: clear talk of abuse, injury, lots of emotions

Enjoy!

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Lucy's diary

Nothing for today. Life's crazy right now. And fuck Jos Verstappen.

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Somehow Lucy had managed to convince Max to get in the car and drive. Just get away from the cursed parking lot where Jos Verstappen could still be lurking in the shadows.

She would have gladly driven instead of the beaten up, teary-eyed man next to her if she had a drivers license - or ever sat behind a wheel really.

To her surprise Max didn't take the root back to their hotel, but drove off into the complete opposite direction. Before she had the ask, her brain made conclusions of it's own.

Jos probably stayed at the same hotel as them and Max (completely understandably) wanted to avoid his father at all costs. Where they were going now, though, Lucy didn't know.

She wasn't familiar with their surroundings and she wasn't sure if the same went for Max. Sure, it wasn't his first time here, but she seriously doubted that he had much to go sightseeing on race weekends.

»Max-« The question was unnecessary as Max parked at that moment, remaining motionlessly, his hands still on the wheel. His eyes were empty, glassy.

They were surrounded by darkness, but Lucy figured that were on some kind of parking lot (again). This one seemed to be completely abandoned though, somewhere quieter. She couldn't even spot any buildings around.

Shoving all creepy thoughts to the side, Lucy turned to Max. It was time to take care of him again as he obviously was not okay. But who would be after something like that?

»Do you want to talk?«

Wordlessly the man nodded to the backseat, some strands of his dark blonde hair falling into his face. Instead of pushing them back to where they belonged, Lucy followed the silent command and climbed into the back seat.

Max followed, but he stumbled and half fell on top of Lucy. He clearly seemed to have hit some part of his body that was hurt, because groaned loudly, not moving or even trying to sit up properly.

Frowning in concern, Lucy put her arm around Max's waist, not saying anything as he cuddled up against her. The Dutch driver was much bigger than Lucy, but somehow still managed to appear small - vulnerable in a way.

It was quiet for a moment, only sniffles interrupting the almost peaceful picture. It wouldn't last long, Lucy could hear Max think, work up the courage to speak to her.

It was concerning to say the least as he'd never struck Lucy as the guy to struggle with words. He was always straight forward in interviews, his team and especially her.

»Lucy, please promise me that you won't write about this.« Max sounded fearful, his voice trembling. His hands, which were lying on Lucy's lap, clinging onto her pants.

»Of course I won't. I'd never- not without your consent.« Lucy promised, her hands running through his messy hair.

Desperately she tried to ignore the fast rhythm  of her heart or how nervous she felt about the sudden closeness between them. This was definitely not the right moment for her feelings to act up.