Chase You -1- Formula 1

95. My ex accused me of murder (he has no evidence)

Sebastian Vettel was not only a four-time world champion, the 2019 Singapore Grand Prix race winner and just a fucking legend, he also predicted the future.

It happened after I finished eighth in the Grand Prix, unable to keep Carlos behind after a slight touché in the first lap. I pretty much got squeezed between a barrier and Carlos his McLaren. Partly of it was my fault, since I tried to regain my position and failed. It didn't quite matter though, because the news I received after the race made my entire year. A year that had been an emotional rollercoaster from day one. Despite swearing to cut off toxic people. This day compromised for every bad thing that happened, excluding Sophia's death, of course. Everything else had been forgiven and forgotten now that I was finally able to call myself a Ferrari driver.

Only in private though, since the statement wasn't out for the public yet. We'd wait until the end of the season to announce that, meaning I had to wait with screaming it off the rooftops. Beaming I walked through the steaming hot paddock, where some drivers still had to do interviews. Not something I craved at this moment. Keeping my mouth shut about this wonderful seat -one I worked for all my life- was pretty hard. I had already told Seb, but he deserved an explanation, of course, just to tell him his predictions were indeed right. Any person would do at this moment, I needed to share the news with anyone who would listen. Except I wasn't allowed to.

I wanted to call my mum, even though we weren't at a high point in our relationship at the moment. I also wanted to tell my friends I stayed with them for another year, but then again, I had no permission. The least I could do was to tell Joey, his career got impacted by mine as well. He deserved some clearance considering our future, after all the years we worked together it was the least I could do. The second I found him in the garage, I shared the good news in a less crowded place. The first commitment I made as a Ferrari driver needed to be successful, now I had to admit I was struggling already. The fact I had to keep it a secret for over two months was a bit much to ask, but alright, I'd just not talk to anyone about careers and F1. Easy-peasy.

I was just a bit too excited at the moment. So excited that I locked myself up in my hotel room because if I saw anyone familiar, I'd spill my secret, which would be stupid. I now bothered my new bestie Seb with ten voicemails, because he was the only one who knew aside from Joey. Beth was there when I signed the contract, so it was pointless to annoy her with my crucial information. Sending Mattia how excited I was, could possibly get me fired on the first day, embarrassing much. The circle was quite small, to say at least. I also texted Sophia's old number, I sometimes did that when I wanted to let her know something. A little connection with heaven. I preferred to actually talk with her, but I only did that when I visited her grave. Other than that it was impossible to share with anyone alive.

Okay- I could share my news with my no longer potential teammate- since he was now my actual future teammate, who for that matter slept in the same hotel. I could always give it a try, nothing to lose on that part, nor could I get in trouble because of it. So I messaged Charles close to midnight.

Daisy M
I got news!!!!!!!!!!!!
charlo?
oi oi
hi.
don't make me wait, you're not THAT relevant anymore.

I only spammed him with five messages. Luckily for me (and him) he was online in a few minutes. A few minutes too long since I was getting impatient already.

Charles🙂🔪
?

Now that was a nice response. I rolled my eyes, then realised I needed to change his name in my contacts again. Let me say, I was very mad at the time I renamed him. Maybe because he also broke up over text. I waited for approximately ten seconds and in those seconds he had sent another message.