Warren
May 19th, 2015
4:54 p.m.
"You're leaving now?!"
"Yes!" Max replied breathlessly. She packed vigorously and unapologetically. She scrambled to find clothes and the valuables she needed for her trip.
"I thought you weren't leaving for another week! Why are you acting so irrationally?"
They were just getting intimate. He had just come home from work at the Radioshack downtown. They were good, he thought. She was in a good mood, he was too. It had been an easy day and he couldn't wait to come home to her.
Within minutes, they were kissing. Their heated breaths mixed together and they fell intertwined into their bed.
They had moved in with Chloe and Kyle. Both of them were visiting Joyce, David and AJ. They were guarenteed time alone.
Then, Max freaked out. When Warren stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside, Max's pupils dilated. For most couples, this was a good sign. For Max, this meant she was on the urge of a breakdown.
Warren immediately fell to the side. Max started crying hysterically. Warren's attempts to calm her were futile. Within minutes, she had drug her suitcase out of the closet and began packing.
Warren should have felt embarrassed. He was standing shirtless in the bedroom. His "little guy" still stood out in full attention. Instead, he only felt panic.
This has become almost a new normal for them. They would attempt to get intimate, and then someone would interrupt it.
"Max, maybe Chloe was right! We should talk about this!"
Max shook her head. The tears streamed violently down both of her cheeks. "It's hopeless, Warren! Everytime I look at you, all I see is Brooke on top of you. Doing things to you. I just can't take it anymore! I have to get out of here."
And then suddenly, she was packed. She heaved her suitcase off of the floor and fast-walked to the apartment's front door.
Warren gave chase. "What does that mean? Where does that leave us?"
She took her keys out of her pocket and tossed them to Warren. It was pure reaction that forced him to catch them. "I don't know. I have to go. I can't look at you anymore without her haunting me!"
"But we're still together right? Max and Warren?"
"I don't know," she muttered. She opened the door quickly and barreled out. Warren grabbed her elbow before she could get too far.
"Max, please. I love you," he pleaded.
Max turned to look at him. She placed a hand on his face and pulled him in for a hard kiss. Warren couldn't help but feel a bitter taste.
When she broke the kiss, her eyes bore into his with an intensity he rarely saw. "I have to go. I'm sorry."
Without another word, she left.
Brooke
June 5th, 2015
2:03 p.m.
"Prisoner #0715? You have a visitor."
Brooke scoffed. The prison guards here are so overly formal it's almost cringe-worthy.
She wonders who would pay her a visit. She knew that even when she started that plan last year that her parents would virtually disown her if she were caught. Needless to day, she hasn't seen them for months. She highly doubted that it would be them again. They both hated that their only daughter was reduced to a fellon. That fact alone besmirched any reputation they had.
And they hated her for it.
Not that Brooke was willing to allow herself any sort of pity party. In her darkest heart, she was proud of what she did. If anything, her only regret is that she didn't kill that bitch or her interrupting boyfriend, for that matter.
"Sure," she said. She stood up from her cot and shook off the stiffness in her joints. She cracked her neck. Ah, that felt good. "I could use someone to talk to besides you, Rick."
"I'm flattered. Let's go."
Unceremoniously, the guard put her handcuffs on her. Slowly, they walked to the visitors section. Once there, Rick dropped her off to the senior guard, Summer.
Summer gruffly took her by the elbow and led her to an interrogation room instead. Brooke shot the guard a confused look, but Summer ignored her. She cuffed Brooke to a metal bar and gruffly muttered, "Wait here."
Brooke watched Summer turn off the security camera in the corner. That act certainly gained Brooke's attention. This was definitely something different.
A hooded figure opened the door next to Summer. After a nod, Summer left back through the door. Brooke was sure that she was behind the glass, watching her and the hooded figure.
Brooke was silent, watchful over this person. From the figure, she could assume this was a man. The man grabbed the chair and softly sat. He reached into the pocket of his dark hoodie and pulled out some photos. Almost all of them were photos of the girl that put her in here. Most of them dated, one or two of them with the boy who she almost killed.
"Tell me everything you know about Chloe Price."
Brooke cocked an eyebrow, but before she could fully react, the man dropped his hood. Brooke knew enough about past news stories to remember that this man was Damon Merrick.
She told him everything.