Another race weekend had come around and as usual he came along to support his boyfriend Javier who drove for the Renault team. He was basically forced by Javier to come along, though - it wasn’t exactly like he had a choice. Javier wanted to put up this perfect picture to the outside world, he wanted to make it seem like he had it all while in reality their relationship was really unhealthy and toxic. At first Javier had been the most loving boyfriend he could ever wish for and their relationship was genuinely perfect, he was so in love with him but after a couple of months things started to change drastically. Javier didn’t do so well in Formula One anymore and he ended up blaming Diego for it which resulted in abuse and assault. Javier was playing mind tricks on him too which caused him to believe he deserved this and that he was asking for it himself. Javier also threatened him and his family, which was why he didn’t dare to break up with him either.
Unfortunately Javier ended up doing really bad at Monza which resulted in a P18 and as expected he got the blame again. He made sure to stay close to the pit crew, knowing Javier wouldn’t dare to make a move around so many people. Though Javier eventually ended up taking him along to somewhere quiet where no one could see or hear them, or well so he thought. ‘’This is all your fault! You ruined it for me, again!’’ Javier shouted at him, wrapping his hand around his throat and lifted him a little. ‘’You’re worthless and you make my life miserable. You can’t do anything right, you ruin everything’’ he grunted, tightening his grip on his throat a little before he slammed his head against the nearest wall.
‘‘P-please let g-go of me’‘ he breathed, barely being able to speak because Javier squeezed his throat so tightly. ‘‘I-it won’t happen a-again, I-I promise. I’ll do anything to make it better. Please let me go, y-you’re hurting me’‘ he whimpered, moaning in pain when Javier ended up smashing his head against the wall again. ‘‘That’s what you keep saying everytime! See how that worked out, huh?’‘ Javier grunted, squeezing into his throat again. ‘‘P18 Diego, do you have any idea how bad that is, huh? All because you’re such a worthless piece of shit’‘ he said, quivering from anger. ‘‘I-I already s-said sorry, p-please. S-stop’‘ he breathed, trying to gasp for air and squirmed around a little.
