LOVE IN THE DARK | MAX VERSTAPPEN

Part 30

I never wanted to make a will because I'm adamant I'm going to die, that wasn't the reasoning behind it. I've been meaning to draw up a will ever since Noah was born but I have never got around to doing it. This whole situation has given me the kick that I needed. I need to have something in place because if anything ever does go wrong, I could potentially be leaving behind two children. I need to know they'll be well looked after and they'd be given the best life possible. I knew Max would lose his mind about it because he doesn't want to hear it. He hates anything to do with dying or the thought of anyone he loves being unwell because there's nothing he can do about it. If there's anything Max hates more, it's when he can't be in control of a situation.

I am currently sat in the garage and I have just witnessed Max qualify in P12 but in reality it's P17. He has a 5 place grid penalty this weekend and he's just been knocked out of Q2 because they should have called a red flag and they didn't. The FIA are out to get him this weekend I swear to god. Max has just got out of his car, his eyes are dark and his hands are clenched by his side. I know that look all too well. He's angry and when he's this angry you're best just leaving him alone. I watch as he storms through to the back of the garage slamming his helmet onto the side whilst  everyone is stood watching in silence.
"I'm not doing interviews they can get fucked and I swear to god no one follow me out of this room because I'm not in the fucking mood." Christian looks at me as I get up to follow Max into his drivers room. I never listen to Max and I'm not starting now.
"Wait Izzy, he said for no one to follow him. He's in one of the worst moods I've ever witnessed. Maybe stay here until he calms down a bit."
"Oh don't worry I'm pretty sure I can handle Max. He's not going to be angry with me. I mean he can try but he won't get far." Christian nods his head as he pats me on the arm and I quite literally walk towards Max's room like I'm walking into the lions den and knock on the door.
"What part of fucking leave me alone do you not understand? Fuck me."
"It's me and I dare you speak to me like that again. Let me in or I'll just keep knocking. I can do this all day." He opens the door and the rage is still etched all over his face.
"Nothing you can say or do can make this okay so you're best just going back into the garage." I push past him and shut the door behind me. "Izzy I mean it, go back into the garage. Like did you see what happened out there?  This is fucking ridiculous. Actually it's beyond ridiculous it's absolute bullshit, why wait 40 seconds to call a safety car when a car is in the fucking wall. It's a straight red flag. What a bunch of wankers honestly. I could smash this whole room up I swear to fucking god." Well that escalated quite quickly, but he's right nothing I can say or do will make this situation better but I can avert his attention elsewhere. Ahem queue my amazing acting skills.
"Oh my god, I feel like I'm going to pass out, I've gone really dizzy. Sorry I just need to sit down for a minute." He quickly turns towards me grabbing me around the waist and guiding me to sit down. The anger from his face has gone but it's been replaced with the look of sheer panic and concern. "Fuck, sit down I'll grab you some water, don't move. What shall I do? I'm sorry I didn't mean to raise my voice. Please don't pass out of me I think I'd actually cry I swear to god. Take some deep breaths." Give me the Oscar now.
"No I'm fine now, I just went a bit lightheaded. However, you Max Emilian are the one that needs to take some deep breaths and calm down. Use this anger on track. Maybe not actual anger stick to the rules but show them why you're a three time world champion."
He sits beside me as he forces the bottle of water to my mouth, side eyeing me at the same time.
"You recovered quite quickly from that little episode you just had didn't you? Are you actually feeling dizzy or was that award winning performance to shut me up?"
"Well it worked didn't it?" He smirks as he rolls his eyes, before resting his head onto my shoulder.
"I can't do this shit much longer Iz, I want to leave on a high. I don't want to leave like this. I've worked my whole life for this and I've sacrificed far too much to not end my career as a world champion."
"You will be world champion by the end of the season I can guarantee it. You've never been a person to give up and I've never once seen you back down from anything. So you do what you do best, drive like the champion you are and go out there and silence the fuckers." I really hope he does because it's been so hard to sit back and watch all these different people tear my husband apart. The moment I did comment on it I got made to remove the comment. I wasn't spreading lies it was, in the words of George Russell "facts." If you know, you know.
"Ha silence the fuckers. I like that one and that's definitely what I'm going to do. God I love you so fucking much. I best apologise to the team and head back. You sure you're okay? Just stay in here until I get back, I won't be long." He kisses the top of my head as he gets up and heads out of the door. One things for sure, I'm so glad Jos isn't here he would have made this whole situations a million times worse.

I've been sat waiting for Max for the last hour, I'm bored out of my mind. I even FaceTimed Noah but he wasn't interested in me, he waved and blew a kiss and then he literally ended the call. Nice to know that he misses me and I'm well loved. I'm about to head out the door as a woman wearing a Red Bull top barges her way into Max's drivers room.
"Oh should you be in here?" This woman has the audacity to stand and look me up and down.
"The real question is, should you be in here?" She glares at me as she stands with her pass in her hand.
"I'm Max's assistant, I have every right to be in here now if you don't mind, tell me again who you are." God the attitude. Girl sit down.
"I'm his wife, so if you don't mind the door is that way."
"Oh you're her, yeah I can see why Danny took an interest in you. You're pretty that's probably why Max rejected me, I say rejected he politely pushed me away, then again I always get what I want eventually."
I don't even think, before I can even stop myself my hand connects with the side of her face.
She smiles at me as she whispers. "Ooo you are a Verstappen aren't you, I'd say angry like Max but you're more like Jos, violent." I go to hit her again just as Max appears behind her.
"Izzy stop, oh my god what the fuck, Gabrielle are you okay? What the hell is going on? Izzy into my room now and shut the door. I'll be in, in a second. Go now." Absolutely not. The stupid bitch comparing me to a narcissist like that.
"She just slapped me I only asked where you were and she hit me."
Max looks at me as I glare right back at him.
"I've known my wife all my life and she has never once hit anybody, not without good reason anyway. So I don't believe that she would do that unprovoked. You shouldn't have even been near my drivers room. What the fuck happened?"
"She came here looking for you and then had the cheek to go at me. She said no wonder Danny was interested in me and oh that you pushed her away apparently but she always gets what she wants eventually and the best one yet, she accused me of being just like your dad."
Max's face drops "I pushed you away because you were being inappropriate but I was nice enough to give you the benefit of the doubt. Since you've disrespected my wife your chances are gone. I'll let you tell Christian you're leaving on your own accord because if other teams hear about your behaviour, you won't have a chance at getting another job." She nods her head as she walks towards the door leaving Max and I stood in silence. My hand is killing and Max is glaring right back at me.
"What has gotten into you? I get she provoked you but you can't resort to violence Jesus Christ Izzy. What would you have done if she'd have hit you back? You're pregnant for fuck sake. I mean fuck me can this day get any worse?" It can. Try me.
"That wasn't my fault, she came at me. I didn't mean to hit her but she asked for it."
He storms towards the door as he shakes his head.
"Go back to the hotel I need to go out there and do some fucking damage control so that she doesn't start telling everyone that my wife of all people, assaulted her." He slams the door behind him as I just sit here thinking about what I've done. I've never hit anyone before and it wasn't just the once, I went in for the second hit. In my defence she compared me to Jos. My mind at the minute is a mess. I can't even think straight.
I get up from the chair as I head out of the door. Max is going to be in an even worse mood with me now and I can't even blame him.
I can never seem to stay away from drama. If it's not me causing it, it's Max. Now I've got to grovel on my hands and knees for forgiveness. I need Max now more than ever. The guilt I'm feeling is unreal. I'm currently lying to my own husband about two things. One is that I potentially could die and the other is something that I don't think he would ever forgive me for but I had no choice.

(She's hasn't cheated on him or anything like that. I don't condone cheating because I'd never forgive anyone if they did it to me so the story would have to end there and then. The divorce would be done the same day. 😂)