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Seattle October 2012
Max opens her eyes. It was dark again. She has lost count of how long she'd been kept here. She cannot make it if its day or night, the only time she knows is when the trapdoor is opened and the sunlight comes in.
Max groggily sits up with a sore body. Her bones creak for sleeping so long on a solid floor. The air is musty and heavy being a basement. She looks around her new confinement for anything to cover here bare body, but she finds nothing but a few rags.
Giving up, Max hugs her knees to her chest to block the shivering cold she's feeling. 'How long have I been here? Why is this happening to me?'
Remembering the events from a few days back, Bill furiously dragged her shamed naked body through the main house to the shed and locked her in the basement.
'What did I do wrong? I only wrote my thoughts in my diary. I didn't offend him anyway. I feel lonely here, I only wanted to go to that place I keep remembering, to that girl whom I keep seeing in my dreams' a shuddery longing sigh comes out from her mouth 'Chloe...'
She recalls the name of the girl she keeps dreaming about. She wraps her arms tighter around her knees and squeeze them. Max feels an ache of longing 'Was she something to me? My friend? No, I think more. I always try to kiss her in my dreams. But why is she so sad. So... Angry with me? Did I do something? Did I hurt her?' Max feels a pang of guilt in her heart and she digs her fingers in her wrapped arms. She feels she have betrayed that girl and hurt her. Max rests her cheek on her knees and look solemnly at nothingness with sadness and... Guilt?
'Is she real? Does she live in the same place I keep recalling? I know I didn't always live in Seattle, Mom and Dad came here 4 years ago. But from where? That place, near the sea...' Max's head tilts slightly as if she remembers something.
'Wait! Yes, a sea. A bay? A bay town' her eyebrows frown as she tries hard to remember the name of the place. The name is on the tip of her tongue 'Bay...bay... Yes, I remember! Arca-'
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Her thoughts are cut by the clanking sound of the trap door being opened. A shiver runs through her spine and she quickly crawls to the corner of the room covering her body. Her eyes with a mixture of fear and anger looks towards the descending person.
Bill, descends from the stairs. His stance looks groggy but his eyes have a menace in them. He's holding a plate and a glass of water. Bill sits in front of Max and places the plates next to her. Max looks at the plate with just a half-eaten bread and some mashed potatoes.
Max, feels a surge of anger and she scowls at the burly man, she wants to ask him why is he doing this to her. What does he want. But the fear of being hit keeps her from talking.
Bill looks at Max, with a taunting grin on his face, but his eyes only show disdain and disgust of the scared girl.
"W-why are you doing this to me?" Max finally has some courage to ask his captor.
"Why?" Bill seethes and Max can smell the stench of alcohol from his mouth. He's drunk "Because you are a whore Maxine. You are a freak. You've shown your true colors, you homosexual bitch!" Max looks at him confused. Bill grits his teeth "Have you done it with that bitch you write about Max?" Max mouth is agape. She gives the inquiring man even more confused look. 'What is he talking about'
"What do you m-mean?" Max asks while trying to cover as much of her body she can with her arms and knees. She feels embarrassed and ashamed, but she feels more confused.
"Have you masturbated dreaming about her?" He clicks his tongue in a slur "Tch Tch! So young and beautiful, but such a whore you are Max. You are a garbage, a slut and a bitch!"
"Stop calling me that!" Max fumes being called such horrible names. But her defiance earns her a sharp stinging slap across her face. She squeals under the stinging pain and a metallic taste spreads inside her mouth. Another surge of fear and anger grips her and she again scowls at him, but with fear evident in her eyes.
"You dare look at me like that, you sinful whore. I guess It's time for me to teach you, who I am and where you stand!"
Max heart sinks and fear gripes her whole body, she feels a shiver and her lips starts trembling with fear and a dreaded anticipation. She tries to speak "P-please, d-don't" but her voice comes out broken, meek and scared.
Ignoring her plea, Bill grabs Max by her hair and pulls her up. She squeals again. The pain in her scalp dissipates her resistance and she gets up as he pulls her by the hair. She screams at him to let her go, but he ignores her again and slaps her repeatedly. She tries to loosen her hair from his steel like grip by digging her nails in his wrist. Bill fumes again.
"You whore!" and this time he swings a punch on Max's face and. Max feels her vision gets darkened, and groggy. He punches her again, this time in her stomach. This takes out the wind from her lungs and she loses all the fight in her.
"This will put you in your place!" he fumes again seething from his mouth.
He drags Max's almost limp body to the table placed in the center of the basement room and slams her body on it.
Max through her grogginess feels her hands are being bound and her stomach is flat on the table and she's supporting her lower body on her legs. Her stretched and bound hands hurt if she tries to move her body even the slightest. "Please, d-don't. Let me g-go. Please!" she pleads through her tears and pain, but her pleading is answered by a sharp, burning pain on her back. Her eyes bulge out and she howls, but each time her scream muffled by the cracking of the belt on her back.
Her legs gave away each time the hard leather hits on her sore and reddened skin. She feels her skin being torn and the burning sensation is making her whole body tremble. She howls with each whip of the belt
Her face is smeared in tears, sweat and running nose. She's crying profusely. Bill gets on her face and leans close to her.
"How do you like it you whore. This is you, you piece of shit. This is you repenting of your sin. Tell me how do you like this?"
Max through her tears only able to apologize to avoid being hit again "I am s-sorry. P-please, no more *hiks* I am sorry."
"Oh, don't worry Max," He grins maliciously "I will cure you, you will not think about girls, you will not be like those homo freaks." Bill gets behind her and Max hears the sound of a zipper opening.
A dread fall on Max, she feels her world is collapsing. She's not a child, she had heard of these things. A disgusting fact about humanity. But something like that about to happen to her. Her heart sinks and her stomach churns. Dread and hopelessness fall on her.
"NO! P-please no! Don't do this. Please! I'll do anything, but this! Please!" She cries and pleads to the monster behind her.
Bill sneers and picks a dirty rag from the floor. He gags her mouth with it to muffle her screams of agony and pain. What a contradictory considerate monster!
Next thing Max felt was only agony, pain and disgust "mmmmmrrrhhh!" She screams through her gagged mouth. Her face twisted in pain, eye brows knitted, her eyes despondent, glassy and tears flowing freely. "Hrrnnh!" "hnnnhh", muffled and gagged screams one after another. With each screams a part of her soul shatters. The repulsing and shameful pain shreds every hope away from her body.
'It hurts! It hurts! No! Please, no! Mommy! It hurts! It hurts! Please help me Dad!' she screams as her soul breaks and from her pain she looks for help. Through her agonizing pain, she calls for her, the girl from her dreams and she seeks solace in the form of that beautiful smiling face 'Chloe! Chloe. Help me! It hurts, Chloe it really hurts! Please help me Chloe!' but her calls for help are unanswered. Nobody can hear her. Nobody can see her. Only a grunting and heaving monster on her back. She can feel his lust laden breath on her ears and then she feels nothing.
Triumphant, Bill slides away, sweating and panting. With a remorseless sadistic grin on his face, He looks at the broken and tortured limp soul in front of him. Instead of feeling remorse or guilt, he moves towards the broken girl and leans face.
"See, Max, this is what a woman is made for. To be with a man! Now you are a true woman. You won't be spreading your legs to any freaking dyke" He releases her binds and her limp and silent body falls.
"Remember this you whore. This is your place, this is you. Nothing but a piece of trash. A lump of meat!" He grins mockingly at her and leaves the torture house.
Max, on the ground, shivering and trembling tries to get up, but she feels every part of her body has turned to lead. Sore and hurt, she looks at her battered body. A repulsive disgust comes over her and she starts scratching and wiping her hands all over her body. Her hand freezes, and she lifts her trembling fingers to see something red. She looks at her finger with despondent eyes. A choking sob comes out from her mouth and another one, her breath heavy ragged, hitches.
She falls on her sides and curls her body in a fetal position. Tears creating a pool on the ground next to her face and she bawls, bawls so hard that her voice goes horse but she cannot stop her bawling and crying. She curls up even more to hide her body from her surroundings, from the world, from the cruel sadistic fate that has fallen on her. She cries, dirtied with her blood and urine, but she only cries. As if her cruel snide fate has one tiny sliver of compassion, she falls into slumber losing her consciousness.
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Prescott Dorms 2013
Kate almost jumps from her sleep clutching her chest, startled by a scream she hears. Her heart rate increased, but instinctively she runs towards the door after the voice.
The agonizing screams are coming from the door across hers 'Max?' she thinks and run towards it.
A few more doors open in the dorm, some peek out of their door in a sleepy haze, some come out clutching their chests, a few with angry scowls for being disturbed during their sleep.
Kate quickly strides towards Max's door and starts knocking, "Max? Max, what happened? Max, open the door. It's me Kate!" but the only replies are the screams. She turns the knob of the door and prays for it to be unlocked and as if her prayers are answered then and there the door is indeed not locked.
She quickly opens the door and what she sees is not the cheerful, friendly girl she spent her day with. Instead, she looks at a cowering animal, in the corner of her bed, her eyes dead and tears flowing from her face and screaming "I am sorry, don't h-hurt me please! I am sorry. Chloe! Help me! It hurts."
Kate, ever so compassionate Kate, loving and caring Kate, feels her heart wrenches and she jumps on the bed and shuffles towards Max on her knees and wraps arms around Max.
"Max! Max! You are okay, nobody hurting you, no one's hurting you. I am your friend Kate, it's me Kate" She somehow knows she needs to console the broken girl with her own tears starting to brim.
Max on her own instincts clutches to the wrapped arms around her and cries. She cries.
A few girls peek through the door. Some whispers, others face turned pale at the sight of the screaming girl. Kate hugs her even tighter.
A tall, beautiful brunette peek in Max's room, baffled she asks the Christian girl "Kate, what's going on? Who's this girl?"
Kate looks at the taller girl with teary eyes "Dana, can you please come inside and close the door behind you"
Dana does as Kate instructed and sits next to Kate. She slowly places her hand on the shoulder of the trembling scared redhead. Another compassionate soul.
Max flinches instinctively and clutch harder on Kate's arms. Kate winces on how tight Max is holding her arm, but she doesn't move. Instead, she whispers calming words in her ears. "It's alright Max, you are okay. Nobody hurt you. I am here. We are here, we are your friends Max"
After some time, Kate feels the pressure on her arm relaxed. She looks down to see the red hair has fallen asleep and breathing softly.
Kate looks at Dana, who smiles and helps Kate lie down Max on the bed, and put the blanket on the red hair.
Kate slowly moves away and sits on the sofa in the room which she helped Max decorate yesterday. She sighs and rubs her hands on her face.
Dana sits next to her and rubs her arms. She feels the chilly autumn weather. "So, Kate?" she talks in a small voice making sure the red hair girl doesn't wake up "You going to tell me what's going on?"
Kate looks at the girl and fills her in about meeting Max yesterday, about them having lunch together and Kate becomes friends with Max and helping her. She also tells her odd stammering problem. Somehow Kate begins to link this breakdown to her stammering.
Dana listens to her attentively and sighs "Yes, it really is strange. Something must have happened to this poor girl," she frowns and continues "And you noticed these marks on her arms. Scars and burns"
Kate nods, again, her eyes brim "Someone must have hurt her" She wipes her eyes. "I am glad she's fallen asleep. She was so cheerful in the morning, excited about our photography class. And she eats a lot," she chuckled through her glassy eyes, she remembers the good memory as if to wash this dreadful moment.
"I hope she will be okay, I'd love to meet her and talk to her in the morning properly" Dana gets up "I'll be going to my room to get some sleep. Will you be alright Kate?" She asks the Christian girl.
"Yes, I will stay here for a while for Max. I don't want her to wake up again alone." Kate smiles at Dana, who nods and leaves Max's room.
Kate looks at the calmed, sleeping girl 'Poor Max. She was so scared. I can still feel the trembling of her body. What could have happened to her. Those scars and burn marks, cigarettes? What kind of vile person has hurt her? I hope Max is okay. I want to ask her, but I don't want to pry on something which she doesn't want to share. We just met and became friends' She hold her hands in a prayer and prays for Max.
Victoria curses and gets up with a frown and clenched hands. She hates waking up middle of the night and whoever does that feels her wrath in the most humiliating way.
She practically runs towards her door to tear down whoever it was that disturbed her sleep. As soon as she opens her door, she sees some girls gathered at the opposite door and Dana is peeking in. That bimbo cleavage showing slut does not concern her. Not the other girls either. But it's the voice, it's the same screaming voice from five months back that has haunted her many times. She quickly goes back in her room. Closing the door, she holds her hand on her ears to block the screams.
'Why is she here? Why again. She has messed up everything that I am. Her voice has haunted me for the past four months.' She scoffs 'I wants to go out and see, but I don't want to show concern in front of these bitches. I am Victoria Chase, not a walking charity-church like that fake Christian girl Kate Marsh or that slut bimbo Dana. I shouldn't give a fuck whoever this crazy bitch is'
She angrily plops on her bed and tries to sleep. But her eyes are wide awake.
"Fuck! I want to know her!" she mutters.
Max slowly opens her eyes to chirping birds and sunlight shining through her uncovered window. She feels a sharp throb behind her eyes. She vaguely remembers going to sleep and waking up in her nightmare. The beginning of her torments. She clearly remembers each and every detail. She hisses and puts her arm on her face. Her eyes start pricking with tears.
'It was the first night of my supposed new life and I am back to that place again. So much for a new start. Ugh!' she groans
And then she remembers waking up screaming and someone holding her and calming her down. 'Chloe? No, not Chloe. That person didn't smell like Chloe at all. Wait. smell? What am I, a sniff-maniac? But it smelt nice. Vanilla and cinnamon. Kate?' Max frowns
'Kate was here?' Her frown deepens 'She saw my breakdown. First my stammering, and now this. Great, fucking fuck! She'll think I am a freak. She'll avoid me. Just like everyone else will avoid me and judge me. Yes, people. A freak show has joined Blackwell. I'll be alone again'. Tears start pricking her eyes, but her thoughts are interrupted by a soft murmuring sound.
Max quickly cranes her neck to look at where the sound came from and she sits up surprised. There, Kate is sleeping in the most awkward position on the sofa, she's seated and her head is tilted back and she's snoring softly due to the pressure. Her hands are on her lap as if in prayers.
'Why is Kate here? Did she stay here? She stayed here with me? Oh, my Dog!' Max's heart melts. All the angst she was feeling just moments ago, is dissipated and filled with a mellow happiness. She smiles at the sweet girl 'She's so sweet'
She goes to Kate and sits next to her, slowly shakes on her shoulder and calls for her softly "K-Kate…" 'There is it... my stammering. Okay psycho issue, you are milking it'
Kate moans "Five more minutes"
Max beams 'Dog, she's cute!' "Wake up y-young lady or you'll b-be late for class" she mimics a reprimanding motherly voice, but she almost snorts at her stammering 'yeah, a fuming momma with a stutter. Max, you are classic.'
As if on cue, Kate opens her eyes and stands up abruptly. She almost loses her balance. Max chuckles.
She looks at Max with sleepy eyes and equally sleepy voice "Max what are you doing here?"
Max smiles "You tell m-me because last thing I know, this is s-still my room"
"Huh? Oh! Oh my!" Kate covers her mouth with her hands to hide her embarrassment, "I am so sorry Max, I don't know when I fall asleep last night. Oh God! I am so sorry, this is so embarrassing" she frantically apologizes to Max, who in return beams at the frantic girl.
"Chill, Kate. It's a-alright. I w-won't charge you a d-dime" Max chuckles.
Suddenly, Kate recalls the previous night's events, she looks at Max, who in turn understand Kate's expression and looks down with solemn sad eyes.
"Max, are you okay?" Kate inquires with a soothing compassionate tone. Max doesn't reply
"Sorry Max, I understand you don't want to talk about it. It's alright," Kate smiles sadly at Max.
"S-sorry Kate, I…" Max's words trail off
Kate holds Max's hands "It's okay Max, really! You can tell me when you are ready. I might not look like one, but I am a good listener" she shows her most gracious smile and hug Max.
Max returns the hug with a smile, but then frowns and curses. Kate winces at her cursing.
"Oh, sorry Kate, can't use that language in front of y-you" She smiles at Kate apologetically
Kate disregards and shake of her head "It's alright Max. But tell me what's worrying you?"
Max sighs "It's my f-first day here and everyone probably saw my f-freak show last night. They'll t-think I am a stammering broken freak"
"Max Caulfield! You are nothing like that" Max chides her "In just one day of knowing you, you are a sweet, caring and cheerful person. Don't think about what others say about you. Think what your friends think about you. Think about Chloe how she sees you. Think about me as your friend"
Max grins "Kate Marsh, I like y-you" Kate replies with her own grin, but grin falls and she looks surprised. "Oh, my God! We are going to be late Max. Classes will start shortly. I'll leave you for now and get ready" Max nods and Kate leaves.
Max sits for a minute thinking about last night, but decide it's not worth it. She gets up and gets ready for her first day at Blackwell Academy.
Blackwell Academy
Max is sitting her first class of Algebra, which is boring her to hell. But in actuality she doesn't understand most of the problems the teacher is trying to explain. 'I'm so gonna need Chloe's help with studies. She was always smarter than me'
She fiddles with her stuff trying to concentrate but is distracted by the looks some girls are giving her 'Probably first seat audience of my breakdown or my red hair' She shrugs at the girls, but there's this one boy who keeps glancing at her which disturbs her and she frowns and tries to look uninterested.
"Mr. Graham, is there something interesting behind you?" The teacher asks the brown-haired boy, who turns red and mutters a sorry. There are some snickers and laughs, which makes him shrink even more. 'Pussy' Max snorts at her thought.
The bell rings signaling the end of the class. Max gathers her stuff, gets up and readies to leave the class when the same brown-haired boy gets in front of him. Max curses inwardly and instinctively take a step back and her hand balled in a fist ready to throw down a punch. 'Don't fucking get on my face. I could have given you a black eye!'
The boy, sensing this apologizes awkwardly "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you" Max doesn't reply.
He coughs "Hi, I am Warren, sorry about before"
"M-Max" 'of course, I'll stutter'
He grins wider "Max, you are new here?"
Max grinds her teeth "Yes" 'Can I fucking go now?'
He beams "Great! If you don't mi-"
"I h-have to g-go" She interrupts him and leaves.
Warren is frozen there and gawking as the red hair leaves the class.
Max walks out of the class hurriedly. 'Boring class, I miss my punk' she thinks and suddenly she remembers something.
'Oh fuck, I forgot I have a phone now. Chloe's gonna kill me now'
She takes out her phone from her messenger bag and turn it on and her phone starts buzzing continuously. She gulps and looks at the screen
4 Miscalls
11 Messages
'She's gonna kill me' Max thinks and starts reading the messages
Sept 3 01:07am Che: Miss u alrdy
Sept 3 01:57am Che: No rply? Sleeping?
Sept 3 01:59am Che: Need max cuddles
Sept 3 02:03am Che: Talk 2 u tmrw
Sept 3 07:19am Che: Morning nerd, redy 4 break legs?
Sept 3 08:15am Che: r u busy? Got no replies from u?
Sept 3 08:25am Che: max?
Sept 3 9:30am Che: Max I am trying to call but ur phone is off?
Sept 3 9:47am Che: Max? Where are you?
Sept 3 10:03am Che: max I am freaking out now!
Sept 3 10:58am Che: Max? If you don't call me back right now I am storming Blackwell.
Max swallows and start sweating 'oh dog, I am so dead. Sorry, Che' she quickly hit reply on the last message and starts typing
Sept 3 Now Max: Sorrrrrrrryyyyyy Che. I am okay. Forgot I have a phone. Was also busy in class. Boring.
As soon as the message hits sent. Her phone starts ringing. She looks at the caller id Che
'Oh, I am so dead' she answers the phone
"Hello?" she says meekly and gulps.
'Max! You fucking out of your mind? I've been calling and texting you and freaking out here and you forgot you have a fucking phone. How dumb can you get?!' the voice yells
She winces at her girlfriend's angry tone "Sorry, Che, I really did forget. Sorry," she apologizes
'You better be you brat. I am on my way to Blackwell now' her voice says
"Now?!" Max inquires
'Yeah, you were not replying. I freaked out'
"But you have work Che"
'Don't care, I am coming to see you'
"No Che, you should go to your job, beside I still have classes and I can't miss on my first day. I'll be free by five. And I'll keep my phone on and close so we can chat in between. Okay?"
Chloe sighs through the phone 'Fine… but if I message you and don't get a reply in fifteen minutes. I am hella coming to get you'
"Yes Che, I am sending you my class schedule so you know when I can reply or not"
'Max, sorry for yelling at you. You know I love you. I was worried and scared something happened to you'
A pang of guilt hits Max. 'I want to tell Chloe about my breakdown, but don't want her to worry. She will definitely not let me stay here for a single minute'
"I love you too, Che. Sorry for getting you worried. I'll be more careful"
'Take care nerd. I'll see you later when my shift ends. Bye'
"Bye"
She disconnects the phone, still looking at the screen and smiles. 'My Chloe'
Her next class is the one she waited for, The Language of Photography.
She walks towards the class and sees Kate. Kate waves at her with a huge smile on her face. 'Ever so graceful Kate' and walks towards Max.
"Hey Max, how was your class?"
"Superb. Boring n-numbers, strange looks from girls and w-whispers, oh and a creepy gawking boy" Max jabs
"Ooh.. a boy" Kate grins
"Yeah, he kept g-gawking at me, the teach t-told him off. After class h-he got on my f-face and I fu- freaking almost punched him. But instead I s-stuttered. He's now thinking I'm a cliché shy girl. I swear he was g-grinning"
"Oh, you'll be fine. Next time we see him I'll tell him off. And don't worry about your stammering. Nobody's going to judge you on that"
"I hope so, not that I c-care" Max says shrugging her shoulders.
And Kate grins "Anyways, ready for your long waited class" She asks Max
"As Ever" replies Max and they both enter the class.
Victoria trots through the hallways with her two slaves matching her pace. She's agitated. She couldn't sleep and got late for her first photography class of the semester.
'All thanks to that bitch. That freak is so going to get it when I see her' She fumes.
She enters the photography class and don't see any teacher there. 'He's not here yet. Good, I didn't want to give him an impression of tardiness. Victoria Chase is nothing but proper and perfect' She tilts nose up pridefully.
As she enters the class, she scans her eyes through each and every person, as if looking for her target of the day. She must show her superiority over these masses, she thinks to herself. The same faces she sees every day, losers and weirdos. Of course, Taylor and Courtney are at least near her league if not WITH her league. The rest is only a mass. Inferior, stupid, and boring.
But her scanning hawk like eyes stops at a patch of red hair. She squints her eyes and her senses come to a halt and her eyes grow with surprise for an instant, even a hint of recognition and something else she can't put her words into. But then her eyes turn to steely frown and disdain
'This girl, this fucking girl! She haunted me for four months. Made my nights sleepless with her haunting, broken scream and here she is, sitting there. Giggling and chatting with the fake Christian bitch.' She moves towards her seat and sits. Seeing how close her seat is with the red-haired girl. She scoffs inwardly 'Of course, my seat is right next to her.'
She looks at the girl attentively who is oblivious of Victoria 'She doesn't even look at me. Don't even recognize me? No one ignores me and stays in Blackwell! I'll see to that later'
'Though, I admit she looks much better than when I saw her last time. She was a mess back then, but then again, I still heard her screaming last night. How can she put up with this?' She scans her face
'Red hair. Hmm... That punk Price might have put her through this. But it looks good on her. Freckles on a pale face and red hair. A beautiful combination. Wait? Beautiful? Why am I thinking that? I hate this bitch, this haunting pathetic miserable bitch. Why I am even thinking about this girl? She's nothing, but just a fucking beautiful face and doe eyes and pink lips. I hate her' Victoria is visibly confused with her own thoughts like it's not even her thinking 'I want to know her!' she clenches her fist and pounds on her thigh.
Her thoughts are interrupted when the teacher enters the class. A male in his late 30s, trimmed and groomed beard. Wearing a casual attire, a combination of blue jeans, white buttons up shirt with the top two buttons left open and topped with a black blazer, probably to sway the teenage hearts of squealing girls. His every movement feels calculated and practiced. As soon as he enters the room, he scans through every student's face, especially the two girls on the back. He pauses and his lips twitch slightly.
"Yes, I know I am late. I was stranded with some stuff. I am Mark Jefferson and I will be teaching you the language of photography. Those who are with me since last year knows me and knows how I teach. And those who joined us late, should know I am very approachable and here as your mentor and friend but also, I have high expectations of everyone in this class. So, feel free to ask me anything during or after class if any of you have questions" He speaks in a very self-centered and pretentious tone all the while his eyes on Max and Kate sitting and listening to him.
"So, we have a new student who joined us. Max Caulfield. Max has attending us late due to circumstances, but I have seen her portfolio and I am confident and assured to tell you. Max, you have a gift" he gives her a suave smile
"T-Thank you" Max stammers
Victoria seethes 'Look at her, pretending to be shy and stammering. Mark is just feeding you what you want to hear. You got nothing against me!'
His eyebrow twitch and he gives her a suave smile and continues "Today, we will study the work of…" he starts speaking
The girls in the class gaze at him, even drools for him, but Max feels something different. The look in his eyes, the way he looked at her and Kate. She feels an unknown dread and a voice in the back of her head tells her 'I have to stay away from this man'
EN: Another chapter in less than 24 hours. Don't worry I won't burn out cuz I have a secret.
Okay.. I will be honest, as usual I always am trying to be honest. I did not like one bit of writing the first part, but I had to. Call me a creep but i want to fucking kill my own created character, but that's what I want every one to feel. Max's despair, her pain and agony. Her grim reality.
Involving Kate in Max's breakdown is also part of my long term plans :)
ah.. Victoria... sweet... sweet... bitchy Victoria. You are sensing it right? You should be.
~Sigh~. After the new year new resolve bullshit. I'll be hella busy with my official project. So no chapters for now. And this time I mean it.. If i want a roof over my head. I have to put hold of my passion and wear my corporate slave choker. Until next time friends. Please do review and share your thoughts. It helps me a lot. Until next time.