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Chapter 9
Logan stared at the papers that were scattered all over the floor.
For a long time his head had felt empty and he didn't move. When his mind started to work
again the scene that had just happened replayed in front of his inner eye. His ears were ringing
with his own yells. His pulse was hammering against his temples.
F*** you Max! How could you do that?! He had been so close to tell her. He just would
have needed a little more time, wait for the right moment. But she had destroyed it all.
How could she have done that? He'd thought or at least hoped that she cared. If not like a
lover then maybe at least like a friend. She had been the only person he had fully trusted for a
long time. Now even she had proven him wrong. Damn it! He had trusted her but she had
blown it all. He would have told her all about his whole messed up life. All the tragedies he'd
like to erase from his memory, all the anger, fear and confusion. All the tears he had never
cried. He had been so close to let her in. If she hadn't pressed him.
It wasn't that easy. He didn't even know where to start, let alone how. Unlike to what most
people thought, his life was no nice story you'd like to tell your children at bedtime.
It was the kind of story you'd rather keep locked in the closet because it was dark and haunting.
A story you didn't like to hear, let alone relive. He knew he had pushed Max away and had
refused to answer her questions but there were some things that weren't easily said.
And now she would never hear them. "I hate you Max!!" he cried out loud, his voice echoing
from the walls. "I hate you. Now I'll never be able to trust you again." He buried his face in
his hands.
Max had been speeding through the dark streets for what seemed like hours. It was raining
and her wet clothes were clinging to her body. She had left her coat at Logan's and looking
down at herself she realised that she was still clad in the clothes he had given her.
Suddenly she felt the urge to get out of those clothes as fast as possible, so she frantically
rushed back to her apartment. She had forgotten Cindy was hanging a Crash, but she was glad
she didn't have to face anybody now, as confused as she was.
Once she had dried up and was wearing her own clothes she felt a little better, but still the
feelings were turning inside her head. She could still heart his yell: GET OUT OF HERE.
…ITS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS…..She tried to calm herself down, but gave up after a
few minutes. She just had to get him off her mind. She had to get out of there. She jumped off
the couch and picked up her keys. She couldn't stay there alone. Not tonight.
Max burst into Crash like she was going to kill anyone who would come into her way.
She went right towards the corner table where the other guys were hanging. Without a word
she grabbed Original Cindy's glass of beer and emptied it in one gulp. Wiping her mouth with
her sleeve she checked out her friends . Her eyes fell on Sketchy who was sitting there staring
back at her, mouth open at her performance.
"What are you staring at?" Max snapped and put the glass down.
"you're up for a game of pool?"
Sketchy started to protest, but Max had already walked over taking over the table from two
drunk guys who were just fooling around but not really playing.
"You're done with the table?" she said, not really waiting for an answer. With one swift
move, she took the cue from the man and stuck it out in Sketchy's direction.
From the expression on Max face, he knew this wasn't the right time to argue.
"I'll break!" Max said while she arranged the balls.
Sketchy backed away a little from Max, while she positioned herself to start. Better not get in
her way, he thought. Might get hurt!
Original Cindy strolled over and stood beside Max:
"Hey boo, what's eating you? " she said, drawing a face.
"Nothing" Max snapped, trying to concentrate on the next move.
OC rolled her eyes: "Oh, right. You walk in here like hell's lose, help yourself to my beer
then order poor Sketch around just for the fun of it?"
Max raised her eyes from the table.
"Just a little tense…" she said toneless, shrugging and turning back to the table.
OC held up her hands and said: "Aiight! Whatever you say boo. You know where to find me
if you wanna talk about..tense.."
With that she went back to the table.
Max continued the game in silence while Sketchy watched her suspiciously.
Her moves were not as smooth and catlike as usual. She seemed to be trembling with anger
and he didn't want to get his ass kicked, so he kept a low profile.
After she had sunk the sixth ball in a row, she circled the table to find a good angle for the
next shot. But one of Sketchy's balls was in the way. Trying to let the ball jump over the other
one, Max rammed the queue into the table, leaving a nice scratch in the green carpet.
The ball she had tried to hit jumped off of the table and landed crashing on the floor.
"Damn it!" Max yelled, throwing the queue on the table. The impact rearranged the balls,
sending some of them off the table-one of them hitting Sketchy on the foot.
Sketchy howled loudly.
OC jumped up from her chair and rushed over to prevent further damage, but Max was
already turning to leave. She had a strange feeling that she was about to lose control
completely. Hysterically she brushed off Cindy's hand touching her arm. Without a word she
burst out of Crash, leaving a perplexed crowd behind.Cindy ran after her. She had never seen Max so upset.
She couldn't just let her leave like that.
"Max, wait!" she shouted after her. Max kept on walking. She was about to break into a run.
She didn't care where her motorcycle was or if she was running into the wrong direction, she
just had to get away from the crowd. She couldn't let them see the tears that were welling up
in her eyes.
"Max!" she heard OC panting behind her. "Please!" Her legs suddenly felt tired. She felt the
cold air filling her lungs. She could hear that OC had stopped in her tracks.
"What's the matter with you?" she could hear her in the distance. Max slowed down until
she was at a walking pace. She could feel OC catching up behind her, while the tears broke lose and
started to stream down her face.
"Hey, Boo" OC said softly. "What happened?" She was shocked to see Max cry.
"Hey,come on! You can tell your homegirl!"she said touching her shoulder.
Max' feelings were totally out of control now.
"He.... I ...I blew it." She said between sobs.
"Blew what?"
Max wiped her nose on her sleeve. "I,...I just want to go home, okay?!" Max said hr voice
almost a whisper..
"Okay, boo. Whatever you say."
Max was crouching on the sofa, knees pulled up to her chin, surrounded by Kleenex. She
couldn't remember the last time she had cried like that. She didn't even think that she ever
had. A good soldier didn't cry. But then tonight she was just a normal girl, who had been
yelled at and pushed away. That damn idiot had made her cry! She'd just wanted to help him,
be there for him in whatever he was going through. But he had just pushed her away again.
She had a right to know what was going on, damn it! He knew so much about her-almost
everything. But what did she know about him?
But it didn't matter anyway. She was done with him- and he probably wouldn't want to see
her again either. She had never seen him so angry! He had scared her.
"Here you go boo." OC handed her a steaming cup of milk. "Thanks" Max whispered.
"No problem, maybe that will calm you down a little." Cindy sat down next to her roommate.
"So what is it? Thought you were going to have a nice evening with rich boy?!"
Max sniffled. "Remember I told you that he was acting so strange?" she said.
"Yeah,...so?"
"I asked him about that...article he is working on. Seemed to be a real hot story. At first he
seemed so eager to tell me everything about it, but then he suddenly backed away.
He got real pissy and told me that it was none of my business. Just like that."
"He did? Wow!"
"... I decided not to take any more of his crap and left. On my way out I came by his
office..." Max picked up another Kleenex and blew her nose.
OC raised her eyebrow.
"Well, I thought I might as well take a quick look myself. After all I was worried about him!
He was acting so weird.Heck it scared me!"
"And nobody scare my boo!" OC stated, squeezing Max' hand.
"I found a folder with information on that case...and it seemed to be...somehow personal,
you know.." she shrugged.
"Personal? In what way?"
"something to do with his family I guess..."
"So...?" OC pressed.
Max sighed deeply. "I don't know! Point is, he caught me going through his stuff."
"Ouch!"
Max nodded. She felt the tears well up in her eyes again. She could still hear his yells in her
head.
"I tried to explain it to him. That I was worried and...But he just yelled at me and threw me
out!"
"So you left!?"
"Yes. I've never seen him so angry." The tears were running down her cheeks again.
"Oh no boo, come on. Stop crying. No guy is worth you cryin' about him. Especially not
some dumb assed snob like him."
"Right." Max sniffled. "And I don't wanna see him ever again!" she added defiantly.
"That's my girl. Nobody treats my girl like that! If that guy don't see where you coming from,
he don't deserve you anyway, right?!"
Max nodded. She had just wanted to help him, but if he didn't want her help she wouldn't
press him. He had hurt her by not telling her what worried him and he had hurt her more by
yelling at her, accusing her of…whatever. It didn't matter anyway. She certainly wasn't going
to apologise.
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TBC. Please review!
Thanks everybody for the reviews. I finished this chapter shortly aftzer the others but I had posting problems again. It still isn't working the way I want it to. Anyway. Here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
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Chapter 9
Logan stared at the papers that were scattered all over the floor.
For a long time his head had felt empty and he didn't move. When his mind started to work
again the scene that had just happened replayed in front of his inner eye. His ears were ringing
with his own yells. His pulse was hammering against his temples.
F*** you Max! How could you do that?! He had been so close to tell her. He just would
have needed a little more time, wait for the right moment. But she had destroyed it all.
How could she have done that? He'd thought or at least hoped that she cared. If not like a
lover then maybe at least like a friend. She had been the only person he had fully trusted for a
long time. Now even she had proven him wrong. Damn it! He had trusted her but she had
blown it all. He would have told her all about his whole messed up life. All the tragedies he'd
like to erase from his memory, all the anger, fear and confusion. All the tears he had never
cried. He had been so close to let her in. If she hadn't pressed him.
It wasn't that easy. He didn't even know where to start, let alone how. Unlike to what most
people thought, his life was no nice story you'd like to tell your children at bedtime.
It was the kind of story you'd rather keep locked in the closet because it was dark and haunting.
A story you didn't like to hear, let alone relive. He knew he had pushed Max away and had
refused to answer her questions but there were some things that weren't easily said.
And now she would never hear them. "I hate you Max!!" he cried out loud, his voice echoing
from the walls. "I hate you. Now I'll never be able to trust you again." He buried his face in
his hands.
Max had been speeding through the dark streets for what seemed like hours. It was raining
and her wet clothes were clinging to her body. She had left her coat at Logan's and looking
down at herself she realised that she was still clad in the clothes he had given her.
Suddenly she felt the urge to get out of those clothes as fast as possible, so she frantically
rushed back to her apartment. She had forgotten Cindy was hanging a Crash, but she was glad
she didn't have to face anybody now, as confused as she was.
Once she had dried up and was wearing her own clothes she felt a little better, but still the
feelings were turning inside her head. She could still heart his yell: GET OUT OF HERE.
…ITS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS…..She tried to calm herself down, but gave up after a
few minutes. She just had to get him off her mind. She had to get out of there. She jumped off
the couch and picked up her keys. She couldn't stay there alone. Not tonight.
Max burst into Crash like she was going to kill anyone who would come into her way.
She went right towards the corner table where the other guys were hanging. Without a word
she grabbed Original Cindy's glass of beer and emptied it in one gulp. Wiping her mouth with
her sleeve she checked out her friends . Her eyes fell on Sketchy who was sitting there staring
back at her, mouth open at her performance.
"What are you staring at?" Max snapped and put the glass down.
"you're up for a game of pool?"
Sketchy started to protest, but Max had already walked over taking over the table from two
drunk guys who were just fooling around but not really playing.
"You're done with the table?" she said, not really waiting for an answer. With one swift
move, she took the cue from the man and stuck it out in Sketchy's direction.
From the expression on Max face, he knew this wasn't the right time to argue.
"I'll break!" Max said while she arranged the balls.
Sketchy backed away a little from Max, while she positioned herself to start. Better not get in
her way, he thought. Might get hurt!
Original Cindy strolled over and stood beside Max:
"Hey boo, what's eating you? " she said, drawing a face.
"Nothing" Max snapped, trying to concentrate on the next move.
OC rolled her eyes: "Oh, right. You walk in here like hell's lose, help yourself to my beer
then order poor Sketch around just for the fun of it?"
Max raised her eyes from the table.
"Just a little tense…" she said toneless, shrugging and turning back to the table.
OC held up her hands and said: "Aiight! Whatever you say boo. You know where to find me
if you wanna talk about..tense.."
With that she went back to the table.
Max continued the game in silence while Sketchy watched her suspiciously.
Her moves were not as smooth and catlike as usual. She seemed to be trembling with anger
and he didn't want to get his ass kicked, so he kept a low profile.
After she had sunk the sixth ball in a row, she circled the table to find a good angle for the
next shot. But one of Sketchy's balls was in the way. Trying to let the ball jump over the other
one, Max rammed the queue into the table, leaving a nice scratch in the green carpet.
The ball she had tried to hit jumped off of the table and landed crashing on the floor.
"Damn it!" Max yelled, throwing the queue on the table. The impact rearranged the balls,
sending some of them off the table-one of them hitting Sketchy on the foot.
Sketchy howled loudly.
OC jumped up from her chair and rushed over to prevent further damage, but Max was
already turning to leave. She had a strange feeling that she was about to lose control
completely. Hysterically she brushed off Cindy's hand touching her arm. Without a word she
burst out of Crash, leaving a perplexed crowd behind.Cindy ran after her. She had never seen Max so upset.
She couldn't just let her leave like that.
"Max, wait!" she shouted after her. Max kept on walking. She was about to break into a run.
She didn't care where her motorcycle was or if she was running into the wrong direction, she
just had to get away from the crowd. She couldn't let them see the tears that were welling up
in her eyes.
"Max!" she heard OC panting behind her. "Please!" Her legs suddenly felt tired. She felt the
cold air filling her lungs. She could hear that OC had stopped in her tracks.
"What's the matter with you?" she could hear her in the distance. Max slowed down until
she was at a walking pace. She could feel OC catching up behind her, while the tears broke lose and
started to stream down her face.
"Hey, Boo" OC said softly. "What happened?" She was shocked to see Max cry.
"Hey,come on! You can tell your homegirl!"she said touching her shoulder.
Max' feelings were totally out of control now.
"He.... I ...I blew it." She said between sobs.
"Blew what?"
Max wiped her nose on her sleeve. "I,...I just want to go home, okay?!" Max said hr voice
almost a whisper..
"Okay, boo. Whatever you say."
Max was crouching on the sofa, knees pulled up to her chin, surrounded by Kleenex. She
couldn't remember the last time she had cried like that. She didn't even think that she ever
had. A good soldier didn't cry. But then tonight she was just a normal girl, who had been
yelled at and pushed away. That damn idiot had made her cry! She'd just wanted to help him,
be there for him in whatever he was going through. But he had just pushed her away again.
She had a right to know what was going on, damn it! He knew so much about her-almost
everything. But what did she know about him?
But it didn't matter anyway. She was done with him- and he probably wouldn't want to see
her again either. She had never seen him so angry! He had scared her.
"Here you go boo." OC handed her a steaming cup of milk. "Thanks" Max whispered.
"No problem, maybe that will calm you down a little." Cindy sat down next to her roommate.
"So what is it? Thought you were going to have a nice evening with rich boy?!"
Max sniffled. "Remember I told you that he was acting so strange?" she said.
"Yeah,...so?"
"I asked him about that...article he is working on. Seemed to be a real hot story. At first he
seemed so eager to tell me everything about it, but then he suddenly backed away.
He got real pissy and told me that it was none of my business. Just like that."
"He did? Wow!"
"... I decided not to take any more of his crap and left. On my way out I came by his
office..." Max picked up another Kleenex and blew her nose.
OC raised her eyebrow.
"Well, I thought I might as well take a quick look myself. After all I was worried about him!
He was acting so weird.Heck it scared me!"
"And nobody scare my boo!" OC stated, squeezing Max' hand.
"I found a folder with information on that case...and it seemed to be...somehow personal,
you know.." she shrugged.
"Personal? In what way?"
"something to do with his family I guess..."
"So...?" OC pressed.
Max sighed deeply. "I don't know! Point is, he caught me going through his stuff."
"Ouch!"
Max nodded. She felt the tears well up in her eyes again. She could still hear his yells in her
head.
"I tried to explain it to him. That I was worried and...But he just yelled at me and threw me
out!"
"So you left!?"
"Yes. I've never seen him so angry." The tears were running down her cheeks again.
"Oh no boo, come on. Stop crying. No guy is worth you cryin' about him. Especially not
some dumb assed snob like him."
"Right." Max sniffled. "And I don't wanna see him ever again!" she added defiantly.
"That's my girl. Nobody treats my girl like that! If that guy don't see where you coming from,
he don't deserve you anyway, right?!"
Max nodded. She had just wanted to help him, but if he didn't want her help she wouldn't
press him. He had hurt her by not telling her what worried him and he had hurt her more by
yelling at her, accusing her of…whatever. It didn't matter anyway. She certainly wasn't going
to apologise.
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