𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃, max verstappen

22 ; how could this happen

It was race day. Carmen and I hadn't spoken to each other since I found her yesterday and George knew why. I had told him as soon as he left the car, helplessly yelling at him for not telling me about whatever was going on between him and Carmen.

They were together on vacation, but while I was home something dramatic happened so they decided to take a break —

But it seemed like they couldn't get enough of themselves.

I cringed.

Max was leading the race as always, with Charles following close behind him. George was on position six and Lewis was on position five. Both of them were fighting for the fifth place, so my father scolded at them for being so fucking reckless on the track.

He was stood beside me, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he stared at the screen like he wanted to break through it and strangle our drivers himself. He was upset because of their behaviour, he was so very annoyed.

They were already halfway through the race, when a gunshot rang through my ears. My father practically jumped on me, protecting my body with his as he let us fall to the ground. One of his hands was placed on the back of my head and my heart was pounding in my chest.

There was a gunshot.

A gunshot.

How could this happen?

What happened?

"Stay here." My father pushed me under the desk and made his way to stand up again, but I clutched to his wrist, leaving him no space to do what he wanted to. "Don't go. Don't leave me here." I cried out.

My hands started to shake just a little when the adrenaline set in and my brain realised what had happened.

There was a gunshot.

Something we would have expected in Miami or Hungary but in Austria?

It was the track I felt so very safe, so protected and now, that feeling was destroyed. It felt like it was ripped from me, torn into tiny pieces right in front of me.

"Everything's going to be fine. I'll be fine, don't worry. I need to check on Mick and the rest of the crew. What if something happened to them?" I couldn't bare loosing Mick, but I also couldn't bear loosing my father.

Uncertainly, I slowly let go of my father.

I didn't want him to leave. It was dangerous. We didn't know what happened, we didn't know why there was a gunshot. We didn't know why the people outside were screaming for help.

I cried out again when I watched him leave, praying to god that nothing would happen to him, that nothing had happened to Mick or someone close to me.

What if something happened to Danny?

Oh god.

Oh my god.

The fear was rushing through my body, paralysing not only my body but my brain, too. It gripped on me for dear life and I hated how helpless I felt once again.

I couldn't sit here while my father was risking his life.

I couldn't sit here while the drivers would be called inside the boxes, where the shooter would be waiting.

He had to had targeted someone. There was no other reason for this to happen.

My heart dropped when I thought about several reasons for this to happen.

I crawled out of my hiding spot and grabbed one of the headsets, putting it over my ears and switched the radio so every driver and team would be able to hear me.