You and Max were best friends, you were there by his side since you were kids always cheering him on at his karting races and obviously you knew about Max's dad. Jos Verstappen... one horrible man.

Once Jos had left 15-year old Max at a gas station just because Max made a mistake during his karting race. Max ended up calling you, and you went with your mom to pick him up.

But now here you were in Monaco with Max in his big ass house. You were proud of how far he had come, even managing to pull through with that shit excuse of a father he had. You had your own room, next to Max's.

Both of you had gone to sleep pretty early that night because Max had to get a good nights sleep before the Monaco GP, but you woke up and when you couldn't fall back asleep you decided to get a glass of water.

When coming back, you heard mumbling coming from Max's room. His room door was cracked so you took a little peak and to your surprise he was still asleep. Weird. Just as you were about to turn back and head to your room you heard something from Max's room again. "No, dad... please don't leave me here."

He was having a nightmare... You slowly cracked open the door and walked to go sit by Max's side, placing a hand on his shoulder which woke him up immediately. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he woke up in a panic, his eyes only softened when they met yours.