Made of Steel

Chp 9



I Trust You



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Max pushed door to her home open. She ignored the urge to slam the door in Terry's face. Three hours of this " Bad Baby" talk had gotten on her last nerve. She dropped her bag on the floor, then fell on the couch. She just about scratched her skin off where the injection marks were. On top of everything else confusing the hell out of her in her body, She had something of an anxiety test earlier and almost fainted. Terry drove her so crazy that she said that she WOULD just go home and rest. Thought that would shut him up but, no. Terry and his "batty" instincts insisted on walking her. Terry noticed her behavior and had a good guess on what she was thinking, but disregard it, and pressed the issue.



" It's no big deal." She said in some half hearted attempt to argue a lost case.

No big deal? No big deal she says. He walks around the corner and sees Trevor piratically humping her, with his hand under her shirt.



Terry shut the door. "Then why didn't you push him away?" He asked crossing his arms.



Max eyes shot over to him. She stood up." Terry, Drop it already." She went to walk past him, into the kitchen but his hand came up, putting a barrier over the entrance. She gave an aggravated sigh, her hands on her hips, looking at like he was crazy.



Terry ignored her and spoke low and hard. "He's a pusher. Stay away from him."



She turned around to avoid his cursed eyes. Her sights settled on her bag than something dawned on her. "I'm going to the restroom." She said walking away, snatching her bag up and walking down to the half bath in the hall way.



She shut the door, dumped everything into the sink from her bag. She pushed past her credits and make-up until she found it. The hit Trevor would have given her if not for the others, he slipped it in her bag before he handed it to her. Max picked it up, looked at the yellowish liquid swirl around the staff of the palm, sized sliver, injection gun. She turned it up to look at the tip. It was small and round, with four small needles inside, looked like the spots on her lower waist. Her finger went up o the trigger. She wanted to push it to her skin and pull. It would make her feel better, that's what Trevor said. How could she trust him. She was tired. She could get another hit for evidence.



She felt like she wanted to cry. She wasn't this weak. But it was her hit, she could do whatever she wanted. She was so caught up in everything she didn't here the knock on the door.



When he didn't hear an answer. Terry cracked the door. " Max you ok?" Her back was turned to him. In the mirror's reflection there was a injection gun in her hand. Terry pushed the door open and reached for her hand. "What the hell?" She cursed, trying to push her way past him.He blocked her way. Terry quickly caught her hand. He squeezed her wrist until she let it go. " Shit. Terry!" She yelled snatching her arm away.



Terry looked at it in his hands. "Your using this stuff?" He yelled. " Are you crazy."



She tried to walk out. "Move." She demanded.



Terry held it out. "How many times?"



Max angrily shoved him back a few steps"MOVE!" She yelled quickly walking away. Her vison blurred, and she started to feel dizzy and sick to her stomach.



" How many?" He asked again, walking up behind her.



Her walk slowed, she reached out to grab something for support. "I don't know." She sighed. Her hands found the back of her couch. Her hands clenched tight as she tried to smooth out her stomach.



"Guess." Terry asked watching her actions.



She inhaled and exhaled slowly until she felt a little better. "More than four, maybe."



"Why didn't you tell me?" Terry calmed down. He walked up behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder.



Max spun around, knocked his hand away."Tell you what?" She hollered "I don't even understand what the hell is happening." She pulled the waist band of her pants down. "I've got the same track marks that Cree had, but I don't remember when I got them. Trevor and Todd were around me from day one. That was the first time Cree had any contact with Todd. Leo's police report said Cree had a over dosed. The other 33 kids went into comas before they died."



Terry watched her rant around the living room."Detox to fast." He stated. Max stammered over to the couch.



She sat down. Her hands hadn't stopped shaking. She rubbed them together nervously. "Yeah." She agreed. Terry walked over to her balcony window. She watched him slam the liquid capsule on the wall and throw the broken mess out. A ping of regret and anger it her as she watched him destroy it. He came back in and sat next to her.



"We couldn't figure out where Cree came in." He said, not looking at her but to the ground.



"She wouldn't fit into it, Todd killed Cree that night because he was pissed off." She stated, now rubbing up her arms, The shaking had spread. She stared at the blank vid screen.



"What are you thinking?" Terry ask her.



That I can't handle those guys by myself. That I really wanted that hit. That you would hate me for saying that. That I could have dead that night. That you would leave if you knew I wanted you to put your arms around me and never let go. "Nothing." she lied



"I think I need to lay down." She said getting up. Terry followed her as she shakily walked into her room.

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For almost two hour now Terry sat on the floor his back to the bed. Max tremors had gotten worst. She slept through it, Thank God, Terry thought. It would only up-set her more which would cause her more damage. A file reminder popped up asking if he wanted to send reply message to Cree M. He opened the message it read:



Cree( or should I say artist formally known)



That poem was great. I give you two snaps and a latte, as you once said. Here is my app. Poem for the meeting on Monday. Tell me if you like it then tell me if you think your group will like it.



My Sun. By, Maxine.



We would tell jokes

We would talk about our childhoods

Talk about current events

I was always giving him

My stupid ideas

About what I though should be done

In the administration or

Different views on things

I think back on it

And he always made me smile

When I was with him

It was a lot of....He was my sun.









He closed the message, set the lap top aside and ran his hand through his hair. He glanced at he laying in bed before he walked out into the living room. He picked up the phone, dialed a number, waited for an answer and explaining to his mother that Bruce had a bad day and he needed to stay to make sure he had a smoother night. Mr. McGinnis gave ger love and told him to call in the morning. He hung up the phone, glad she had a supportive tone. A loud thud was heard from the bedroom. He put the phone down. He came in the room, Max was on the floor. Her hands clenched into tight fist, her chest risen up, violently convulsing. Terry ran over, fall to his knees, pulled her up on him. Her back to his front, holding her down tight to him, his soothing voice in her ear, " Max, it's going to be ok, Just relax." he chatted over and over.



After a another minute, he felt her slowly begin to release. She inhaled deeply. Her hands loosened their grip, she relaxed against him. Her skin was cold to the touch. Her eyes fluttered but she didn't wake up. Terry picked her up, lay her back in bed, this time climbing over to the other side. He pulled the covers over them both lay one arm over her waist. He watched her chest rise and fall until he fall asleep

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There was a door. No wall around it. The door stood in the middle of here. He walked to the door. It was white like everything else here. He stepped over and looked around it. The floor there was liquid. A deep almost black, purple. 15 feet into the liquid floor stood Max. She was standing on the liquids surface. Like everything but the liquid ground beyond the door she wore white. She had on a bra and g-string, Over it a fish neat material shirt with one sleeve and a hood pulled over head. The sleeve fell long to the ground. It was stained from the liquid floor. The back of the fitted gown fell to the ground as well, the train floated a top the liquid floor also stained. The front fall just above her thigh. He called to her but she didn't look up. He looked around once more. He stood in front of the door and opened it. A white cat walk behind the door lead to were Max stood. He slowly stepped on to the walk. He walked towards her, called her again. She looked up this time, causing the hood to fall to her shoulders. As he got closer, Her face seem to show more worry. He turned around and looked, the door was gone. He turned back to Max. She looked from where the door use to be, at him her brown spheres gazing in his. He walked up to her, looked her over from head to toe. She wasn't stand on the ground, her bare feet were about an inch above the surface. He looked back up at her. Max hands begun to shake, her breath was fast. She was terrified of him?



He shook his head. " Max it's me. It's Terry. I would... never hurt you, what's wrong?"



Her eyes filled with tears at his words. A signal tear ran down her almond skin. It hit the ground, send it into ripples around them. Terry slowly reached to whip it away. Max froze sold, she didn't even breathe. Terry hesitated at her reaction. She followed his hand with her eyes. His thumb barley touched her soft skin.



She cried out in pain. The most horrible scream Terry had ever heard. He snatched his arm back. Her head fell back, she fall forward. Terry caught her in his arms.



"Max?" He called. She did move. He lay her down on the walk, cradling her to him.



"Max?" He whispered to her.

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Terry's eyes shoot open.



Terry sat up, He kicked the covers off him. His hand scraped the empty spot next to him. He looked over. She was gone. He got up, walked out the room. He looked around the dark shadow lite living room. Nothing. He turned around to the sounds coming from the kitchen.



He stopped in the door way. The light from the open refrigerator door put s spot light on that part of the kitchen. Max sat a top the kitchen island top. Her head down, an almost empty drink bottle in hand. Terry watched her for a second. He walked in behind the island, passing four empty Vanilla Coke bottles and a open bag of oatmeal cookies laying behind her. He came around into the light. She looked up at him, gave a shy smile. He rest his hand on her shaking knee. " I didn't want to wake you. You looked peaceful." She said. He looked her over, her body still had a slight tremor, but her smooth deep tanned complection had come back to life. He rubbed the back of his knuckles down her arm. She felt a lot warmer than before.



"You don't like oatmeal cookies." He smirked. She downed the last of the bottle in her hand.

"I stomached two before I found these." She gestured to the empty bottles behind her.



She tossed that one with the rest, reached to her right and grabbed another one from the cardboard carrier. " This is my fourth six pack in the last three days." She said in a little laugh. Terry reached over her, grabbed the last coke, he twisted the top, held it up.



"Cheers." He said tapping his to hers. She laughed and took a drink. He took a drink from his, took hers from her hand and set it down on the counter. " Come back to bed." He half asked. She slide off the counter not even an inch apart from him. Her body convulsed forward into him. Her hands clung to his shirt, her eyes squeezed shut. He held her up. " easy,easy." He said calmly. She nodded that she had it under control. They walked steadily back to her room. Max went into the bathroom, to wash her sticky hands.



Terry sat on the bed. He watched her walk by him. In the kitchen when they were that close, he wanted to feel if the rest of her body was as heated as her arms. He wanted to her to want him to... Where did That come from? He thought. He knew exactly were it came from he just didn't want to believe it. When she disappeared into the bathroom. He lent forward for his shoes.



" I think I should go now." He mumbled.



Max put the towel she dried her hands with down. She walked out, stared at him. She went to say something but cut herself short. "Ok," she said instead. " I'll see you later." Terry stopped messing with his shoes. He looked up at her. She hugged herself still staring at him.Terry looked at the pout in her lips, her sad, down cast eyes. He recognized that look. He sighed softly and looked down. If she only knew what that look could do him, she could have had her own bat suit a long time ago.



Max slowly backed up, back into the bathroom. She looked around the floor, waiting for any sounds of him leaving. She heard nothing. Max stepped out the bathroom. Terry still sat on the bed, his elbows resting on his knees. His head down. Max walked over to him and stopped about a foot short. She reached out, let her finger pull the hair out of his face. Terry looked up at her. She looked to him as to ask if this was ok. When he didn't move away from her, she closed the small distance and stepped in the space between his legs. He set up. Her fingers played at the nap of his neck. He turned his head so that his cheek rubbed the inside of her wrist. She brought her hand down to his shoulder, stepped forward, and got on top of him in a straddle.

She inched herself up on him and rest both her hands on his shoulders.



Terry watched her watch him. Watched how her eyes batted, watched the last beams of sunlight shimmer on the skin of her neck. Watched her lips. His hands slowly closed around her lithe waist, slide down to her plump hips. Max brought her lips down to his, she sweetly kissed him. Terry returned the kiss, when she broke it, he lightly nibbled her bottom lip. Max pulled at the bottom of his shirt. He lifted his arms for her to take it off. Her hands glide over his hard and soft chest. She lowered her face to his, let her lips graze over his before she stole another kiss. They hungrily kissed each other for a moment. Terry could feel the wonderful heat on him from between her legs. He squeezed her hips. Max set back, took off her shirt, Terry reached around, unsnapped her bra, and slide the straps down her arms. Her bra fell on the floor, on top his shirt. His hands came up and tenderly cupped her breast. Max's hand came up over his. He moved closer, taking her nipple in his mouth, letting his tongue softly go over it than sucking it harder. Max's other hand ran through his hair. His mouth on her, his hands touching her skin, it all felt so good. Her head fell to the side.



Max let her hips grinned into him. Terry let out a pleasurable growl. Terry's arms wrapped around her, pulled her close to him. Max returned his embrace ten fold. Him, pressed to the front of her made her feel somber about things for the first time in a long time. It felt right. Terry inhaled the spice of her skin. He picked her up, turned around, lay them both down on the bed and planted kiss all over her neck and shoulders. His hand slide down her body, unbuttoned her pants, he hesitate in pulling her zipper down. She didn't protest. He continued. She sat up on her elbows and helped him pull her pants off. He dropped them to the ground. Max pointed over to her dresser. " Look in the first drawer."



Terry got up and walked over to where she said. He pulled in open, pushed a few sucks around until he found the foiled wrapped rubber. He picked it up.



Max got up and walked over to him. She pressed her necked body to the back of him. She kissed his back and shoulders. He reached behind, his hand settling on her ass cheek.



" Maxine, are you sure? I mean, You want me be your first?" He half whispered.



She turned him around, pulled him into a heated kiss then spoke. "Yes," she said with a soft smile, "I trust you."



*** I couldn't go NC-17, so I thought I'd be a tease. Thanks for reading. (HA I was writing this as I watched Goldmember, Oh, yeah he turns me on, lol. "HHHilo everabodty, hah'm frrrom Holand. Ishan't tat weird." Bad, I know, but I tried!***