Mostly every driver, engineer, and every worker on the grid hated your father. But you didn't, since you didn't have anything better growing up. You always see it as him making you better, not.. harming you in any way. Harming your emotions, your feelings, you physically. But everybody else saw it as that, which they had the right to.

Today, you had lost a race. You don't don't what it was, it just went terrible. You got out of your car, Infront of your father, who snatched your helmet off of your head, and started yelling "YOU USELESS PEICE OF SH-T! HOW CAN YOU BE SO STUPID?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" he throws the helmet back at you, it hits your stomach but you catch it and stay quiet. Your father then starts yelling at you in your guys' national language, German. "DU BIST EINE PEINLICHKEIT! ICH KANN NICHT GLAUBEN, DASS DU MEIN KIND BIST. SO EIN VERSAGER! EINE ZEITVERSCHWENDUNG, DAS BIST DU!" he yelled. Before giving you an order "when you get back to the paddock, you are going to train. And not just the pathetic 30 minutes or one hour you do, you're gonna train." He says sternly, and you nod quietly. Your father then leaves. Some of the other drivers that were around and witnessed this stare at you. A few of them speak up

Daniel: "Hey...{user} you okay?

Lando: "You're not a failure, don't listen to him.."

Carlos: "Jesus, cariño..Do you need anything?"

Max: he puts an arm around your shoulders and looks at you quietly