Chapter 4
Max opened the door closest to her and stepped inside. It was nothing like she expected.
From what Max could tell, she had entered a small, yet cosy apartment. It was scantily furnished, with odd plants here and there. But by what she could see, it was well looked after. There were photos on the mantle piece a few metres away from her but for some reason she could not clearly see what was on them. As Max came closer to look at them, her peripheral vision caught sight of movement in the room next door.
Okay so where the hell am I? Max thought as she headed into the next room. Maybe whoever's in there can help me out.
The next room was bigger than the first. From what she could see, there was a large sofa in front of a wide screen television. Instead of going into the room like she intended, something made her stop at the doorway and watch.
Inside was Alec, who seemed to be in the throes of an argument with a fiery brunette, who had her back towards her. For some reason Max couldn't hear what was being said, but this went unnoticed. She was too busy staring at Alec. He looked better than ever in his black, silk shirt, which hugged his perfectly toned body, leaving little for the mind to wonder. His hair was short, just the way she liked it and seemed to glisten gold in the rays of moonlight escaping through the cracks in the blinds behind him. Max almost frowned at the thought, it may look good but it didn't do much to cover his barcode. Idiot, when is he gonna start being careful, what if someone saw him? It was only then, that she realised the absence of sound.
Mentally smacking herself for not noticing it further, she tried to pay attention and not let her eyes wonder towards Alec. Trying to figure out what was the argument was about Max realised the brunette in front of her was Max.
The curly hair had almost gone past her, but the hand on hip stance gave it away even before the woman moved to face her. But unfortunately she could not see the expression marring her face, it was blurred like the photograph on the mantle had been. This frustrated her, but not as much as the silence. It felt like she was watching T.V on mute.
Max almost panicked as future Max walked towards her but at the last minute Alec grabbed her by the hand and pulled her towards him. The argument gave Max a feeling of disappointment. Disappointment? What am I thinking? This is exactly what I thought would happen, all he cares is for himself and nothing else. I can't believe I expected anything more from him, I mean this is Alec, for God's sake. But even this didn't stop the feeling of unhappiness, which swept over her. Turning her back to the ongoing argument she walked out from the doorway and headed back to the first room.
The background changed behind her, as she found herself standing once again in front of the two brown doors. Taking a deep breath, Max opened the second door, still trying to convince her self that she was not disappointed and that she shouldn't expect any less from Alec, she walked in.
Tinga watched the exchange from afar with a grim face. Her baby sister was stubborn and headstrong. So much so that she saw and heard what she wanted to. Tinga only hoped that she would open her eyes before it's too late.
AN: Sorry about not updating sooner, it's just that I suffered writers block for a bit and had no idea what to write. I know it's kinda short but I wanted to post what I had.
Anyway thank you for bearing with me.
Please R+R
Max opened the door closest to her and stepped inside. It was nothing like she expected.
From what Max could tell, she had entered a small, yet cosy apartment. It was scantily furnished, with odd plants here and there. But by what she could see, it was well looked after. There were photos on the mantle piece a few metres away from her but for some reason she could not clearly see what was on them. As Max came closer to look at them, her peripheral vision caught sight of movement in the room next door.
Okay so where the hell am I? Max thought as she headed into the next room. Maybe whoever's in there can help me out.
The next room was bigger than the first. From what she could see, there was a large sofa in front of a wide screen television. Instead of going into the room like she intended, something made her stop at the doorway and watch.
Inside was Alec, who seemed to be in the throes of an argument with a fiery brunette, who had her back towards her. For some reason Max couldn't hear what was being said, but this went unnoticed. She was too busy staring at Alec. He looked better than ever in his black, silk shirt, which hugged his perfectly toned body, leaving little for the mind to wonder. His hair was short, just the way she liked it and seemed to glisten gold in the rays of moonlight escaping through the cracks in the blinds behind him. Max almost frowned at the thought, it may look good but it didn't do much to cover his barcode. Idiot, when is he gonna start being careful, what if someone saw him? It was only then, that she realised the absence of sound.
Mentally smacking herself for not noticing it further, she tried to pay attention and not let her eyes wonder towards Alec. Trying to figure out what was the argument was about Max realised the brunette in front of her was Max.
The curly hair had almost gone past her, but the hand on hip stance gave it away even before the woman moved to face her. But unfortunately she could not see the expression marring her face, it was blurred like the photograph on the mantle had been. This frustrated her, but not as much as the silence. It felt like she was watching T.V on mute.
Max almost panicked as future Max walked towards her but at the last minute Alec grabbed her by the hand and pulled her towards him. The argument gave Max a feeling of disappointment. Disappointment? What am I thinking? This is exactly what I thought would happen, all he cares is for himself and nothing else. I can't believe I expected anything more from him, I mean this is Alec, for God's sake. But even this didn't stop the feeling of unhappiness, which swept over her. Turning her back to the ongoing argument she walked out from the doorway and headed back to the first room.
The background changed behind her, as she found herself standing once again in front of the two brown doors. Taking a deep breath, Max opened the second door, still trying to convince her self that she was not disappointed and that she shouldn't expect any less from Alec, she walked in.
Tinga watched the exchange from afar with a grim face. Her baby sister was stubborn and headstrong. So much so that she saw and heard what she wanted to. Tinga only hoped that she would open her eyes before it's too late.
AN: Sorry about not updating sooner, it's just that I suffered writers block for a bit and had no idea what to write. I know it's kinda short but I wanted to post what I had.
Anyway thank you for bearing with me.
Please R+R