Mick Schumachers twin sister

His ex

Emilys Pov.

While walking back to the car, I feel Charles tense up beside me. I look at him, looking towards the right. So do i. I tug on his arm. "Hey, what's up?" I ask him

He looks back at me. He just says. "Nothing, just my ex. I don't know what she's doing here. I need to talk to her." He walks off, without another word. I watch them talk, as I stand alone by his car. Mick comes up to me, putting his arm around my shoulders.

Mick asks. "What's going on here? Why is Charles talking with her, she cheated." I shrug my shoulders.

I answer quietly. "I have no idea. He just said "I need to talk to her" And then he walked off. Since then I have been standing here watching." Mick sighs.

"Let me drive you to the hotel, so you don't have to stand here and watch this." My brother says. I look over at Charles and his ex. They're still talking, I sigh and nod. Following my brother to his car. Charles is not even seeing that I am gone.

As we drive to the hotel, there is completely silence. Until Mick decides to break it. Mick asks. "So wanna sleep in my room, you can have the bed. Or do you wanna go to the room you have with Charles?"

I shrug my shoulders. "I am not sure... I think I will just go to ours. If something goes wrong, or anything. I will knock on your door."

Mick smiles and reaches for my hand. "I will let you in sis. Text me if you need anything, okay?"

"I will. Love you."

"Love you too. " Mick says. We both get out of the car, and into the hotel. Mick gets out of the elevator at the 3rd floor and I at the 5th floor. Where Charles upgraded us a suite. I unlock the door, to see a big, luxurious room in front of me.

I take a shower, making myself ready to go to bed. I would rather talk to him in the morning. I can't do it now. I'm going to let him in, even though that's the last thing I want to do right now.

I lat down in our bed, scrolling through my phone, for some time. I see all his missed calls, and the texts, but I am not going to open it or answer. I can't let him get to me that easily. but on the other hand I am not giving up on him and I. That's why I'm still in our room.

45 Minutes later.

I still just lay here, in our bed, waiting for him to get here. After 5 more minutes of staring into the ceiling, while I let a tear or two fall. I eventually fall sleep.

Charles Pov

What a stupid fight. Why did I still let her get to me, I have Emily. Shit I am so fucking stupid. I have called her a dozen times and texted her, but she doesn't respond. I get it, I would do the same, if she had done this.

I wonder how she got to the Hotel, or where she even is? She must be at the hotel. I text Mick, since she doesn't answer me.

Mick Schumacher🏎.. .. Active now.

C: Hey Mick, you know where Emily is? Charlotte showed up, I went to talk to her. We got into a fight. Emily just disappeared from the side of my car.

M: Yeah, she got real uncomfortable. I took her to the hotel, she's at your room. Fix this! She deserves it. Don't hurt her, because of Charlotte.

C: I know. I am such an idiot for doing this. I'm going to fix this..

M: You better! Don't pitty yourself, it was your decision to walk away from my sister. To talk to someone who cheated on you.

I get why he's mad, I would be too, if it was my sister. I have to get back right now.

At the hotel:

I run up to the elevator, pressing on the 5th floor. I get to our door, I can't hear anything from inside the room, maybe she isn't here anymore?

I unlock the door, with my keycard. As I open the door, I see her shoes and her sweater thrown in the middle of the room. This was not normally how I would walk into a room, with her in it. I would normally walk in confident, knowing what to say. But right now. I'm out of words, she is not a person who throws her clothes in the middle of the room. I must have really hurt her, by doing that. What did I even think?

I walk over to the side of the bed she is laying in. This is normally my side, but I am not fighting it at the moment. I see how her make-up is smudged down her pretty face, she must've been crying. My heart hurt by the thought of her crying because of me. I wish I could make everything better right here, right now. But I need her to get some sleep. I also have a qualifying to race tomorrow.