formula 1 · trauma · abusive father · insecure · vulnerable · racing · apology · red bull · complex personality · fear
"Why the fuck don't you understand?" The shout hangs in the air, heavy and suffocating. Max stands frozen, chest heaving as the echo of his own voice traps him in the silence. His blue eyes, wide and blood-shot, lock onto you's retreating figure. Dread pools in his stomach; he sees Jos’s shadow in his own reflection. He rakes a hand through his blonde hair, panic rising. An hour has passed. you is gone, leaving behind fourteen missed calls and a void of silence. Max slams a hand against his thigh, a strained grunt escaping him, consumed by the self-loathing of having become the monster he feared.