Nemesism [Max Verstappen]

[33] All cops are bastards

Hey guys!

New chapter. Rather long chapter as well.

But I LIKE IT. It's funny. In my humble opinion.

But yeah, enjoy guys!

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Lucy's diary

Sooo... the rumors are not disappearing. They are also not getting better. Just worse.

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The Monaco GP came much sooner than Max would have liked too and the rumors still weren't over come media day. Meaning: That was all he was asked about.

More reporters than usual swarmed him for all of thursday to ask him about his alleged abuse towards Lucy. Some packaged it nicely or made it sound like they didn't believe the lies, when in reality they really hoped they were so they could get a nice story out of it. Others were just straight forward, calling him all sorts of names to his face.

Even Charles, who was in the middle of the spotlight whenever he stepped foot on his home circuit, seemed to have been forgotten about. Although he did the best he could to draw the attention off Max and back to himself. Him and Kyra did all sorts of scandalous stuff in public - making out, loudly having a conversation about a fake pregnancy scare and Kyra even put on her old RedBull jacket for controversy - but their efforts didn't pay off. The reporters clung to Max like ticks.

He didn't even get to see Lucy. She got there later than him, when he was already in a press conference and he had no chances to see her in between media shoots thanks to the whole controversies about him. By the time Christian finally gave him the okay to leave, Lucy had gone home with Oscar.

They'd texted a couple of times throughout the day - Lucy checking up on him more often than she normally did - but it wasn't the same. Her messages didn't give him the same warms feeling her eyes would and the words on a screen weren't close to replicating the calmness he experienced when he heard them come out of her mouth.

So it was fair to say that Max was a complete wreck when he got home that night. He prefered to stay in his own place, although Christian had offered him to book a room at a hotel closer to the track. Now he was infinitely thankful for it as he was much more comfortable smashing a hole into his own walls (he hadn't yet, but Max knew himself well enough to predict that at some point this night the frustration would turn into anger and his anger would need some release).

He tried to calm down, spending most of the evening and night hoping between various activities. Simracing, watching a movie, starting a new, yet horrible Netflix series, trying to sleep, eating whatever he found in the cabinet next to his fridge and so on.

Nothing brought him the relieve he craved. The accusations that had been thrown at him today and through articles and social media posts kept repeating in his mind. He knew full well they weren't true. Lies, all of them.

But somehow they stuck with him. One in particular.

Is Max Verstappen becoming his father?

It had been the headline of an article that had been published the day before. Underneath had been two pictures. One of Jos, red faced and screaming at someone (Max was pretty sure it was him, his father had been mad at) and next to it one of Max with a very similar expression. It had been taken completely out of context. The picture of Max had been taken years ago after a shit race. Still, just seeing how alike they looked when angry was enough to make him feel sick.