Logan didn't know what to do. He had made a mistake and she just wasn't
giving him a chance. It wasn't all his fault. Max's emotional baggage was
apart of this too. She just refused to let him fully explain himself. When
she didn't contact him for two days he got worried. He panicked. Was it so
wrong he cared that much? If she hadn't shut him out, if she hadn't been so
scared.He wouldn't have called Lydecker.
It isn't all my fault, Logan thought as he rolled away from the door and to the kitchen. The sight of untouched dinner depressed him. He couldn't bear to look at it. He left for his office, but no matter what he did he couldn't get that sickening soft voice out of his head. "You betrayed me. You betrayed me." It replayed over and over in his head until he couldn't take it anymore.
He grabbed his coat and keys and left the apartment. Everything inside his place reminded him of Max in some shape or form. Everything. He got into his car and decided to go to a pool hall right of the borderline of Sector 1 and 2. It was a crappy place on the outside. It was called Ryan's Place, lit up outside, but the "R" and the "P" lights had gone out. So now, yan's lace was a pool hall/club. Inside, it wasn't exactly classy, but decent enough. At the bathrooms appeared to be clean.
Oh well, Logan thought, Something's got to pass the time. It's not like I can go to Crash.
* * * * * * At the crash.
"You did what you need to do, boo?" Original Cindy asked.
"Yeah," Max replied, placing a stack of papers on the table, "Yo, can we get another round?"
"Sure," Cindy replied and got up to get a pitcher of beer. Max put her head in her hands, What am I gonna do?
"Wass up?" Cindy asked concerned, putting the pitcher on the table. Cindy sat down across from Max. Max raised her head up.
"He said he didn't what lose me. Cin, you shoulda heard his voice. He sounded so."
" .lost, sad, depressed? Tell me when I'm getting warm here. Girl, he cares about you what else did you expect?"
"I don't know. I just didn't think it would be this hard. He hurt me and yet. I don't know. I really should leave. Just up and go. But. " Max sighed in confusion. "Life is bitch," she concluded
It isn't all my fault, Logan thought as he rolled away from the door and to the kitchen. The sight of untouched dinner depressed him. He couldn't bear to look at it. He left for his office, but no matter what he did he couldn't get that sickening soft voice out of his head. "You betrayed me. You betrayed me." It replayed over and over in his head until he couldn't take it anymore.
He grabbed his coat and keys and left the apartment. Everything inside his place reminded him of Max in some shape or form. Everything. He got into his car and decided to go to a pool hall right of the borderline of Sector 1 and 2. It was a crappy place on the outside. It was called Ryan's Place, lit up outside, but the "R" and the "P" lights had gone out. So now, yan's lace was a pool hall/club. Inside, it wasn't exactly classy, but decent enough. At the bathrooms appeared to be clean.
Oh well, Logan thought, Something's got to pass the time. It's not like I can go to Crash.
* * * * * * At the crash.
"You did what you need to do, boo?" Original Cindy asked.
"Yeah," Max replied, placing a stack of papers on the table, "Yo, can we get another round?"
"Sure," Cindy replied and got up to get a pitcher of beer. Max put her head in her hands, What am I gonna do?
"Wass up?" Cindy asked concerned, putting the pitcher on the table. Cindy sat down across from Max. Max raised her head up.
"He said he didn't what lose me. Cin, you shoulda heard his voice. He sounded so."
" .lost, sad, depressed? Tell me when I'm getting warm here. Girl, he cares about you what else did you expect?"
"I don't know. I just didn't think it would be this hard. He hurt me and yet. I don't know. I really should leave. Just up and go. But. " Max sighed in confusion. "Life is bitch," she concluded
