F1 Reader Inserts

Another Lie || CL16

"Well I'm not, it's been four months since we broke up, Charles. It's time for you to move on, I am."

"No, you're not," he laughed as his hands travelled down to your ass, the alcohol making him more touchy than he usually would be in a public setting. "We have been over this, angel. You're mine, and you'll always be mine."

"I saw you dancing with that girl, Charles. And you can call her yours, or any other woman, because you're done having me." You squirmed in his embrace but you couldn't break free of it. "Just let me go, please, Charles. I'm begging you."

"I can't!" He dropped his hands and instead gripped your shoulders tightly and you winced at his strength. "You're the last good thing I have, you hear me? Dad's gone, Jules is gone, my career is practically fucked at this point, but I still have you."

You stared at his collar, knowing what lay hidden underneath it and the spite you had buried resurfaced before you could stop it. You weren't even able to understand what he was confessing, you were blinded by anger. "Maybe it's a good thing they're gone, so they don't have to see what an asshole you've become."

The club seemed to fall silent as the blood in your head rushed past your ears and Charles' hands slipped from your body to hang limp at his sides. Regret slapped you and you stumbled back as you covered your mouth, shaking your head. "I'm sorry," you murmured but he couldn't hear you over the music. "I'm sorry."

He didn't follow as you walked out of the club in a daze. Never, ever had you said such a terrible thing, not in all the fights and screaming matches on the worst of night.

Your high quickly became a low as you hit the fresh air out in the street and bent in half with a sob. Your stomach cramped with nausea and your entire body was wracked with shivers as your mind raced a million miles an hour, retracing every word you had spat at each other knowing nothing came close to hurting as much as what you just said.

Numb, that's what you needed to be. Cold, unfeeling, carefree.

You pulled out the little bag but before you could open it it was slapped away, the powder blowing away on the breeze.

"No. You don't get to escape," Charles growled as he took your hand and started dragging you towards the car park. "You're going sit and fucking listen."

He trapped you between the car door and his body so the only option was to climb into the passenger seat before he shut it and walked around. You hated that even now with his unpredictable moods you still felt safe and trusted him to know he was in control as he started the engine.

"I know I'm an asshole, I know I'm controlling. But I need to know you're safe. Because one day I'll be back in the right state of mind to love you how you deserve." He combed his fingers through his hair as a frustrated growl escaped his lips before he put the car in gear. "Don't you see? That's why I had to leave, I couldn't be around you, I can't be around you without making things worse. But I can't live without you."

He sighed as his knuckles turned white where he gripped the steering wheel tightly. "You were right and I'm sorry. This is not how my father raised me, but I'm going to change. I swear to you, this isn't another lie."

You swallowed down the lump in your throat and tried to settle the butterflies that exploded in your stomach. "How can I trust you again? You've already fucked some stranger tonight."

"I didn't fuck her, or anyone," he said sincerely. "I'll hook up with them and fool around, but the thought of anyone that isn't you in my bed makes me sick."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" you asked as he pulled into your apartment garage and parked beside your car.

"No, I just thought maybe since I'm a year older I could try to be a little wiser and start telling you the truth."