Max couldn't believe the turn of events, she couldn't believe Chloe, she had promised Max that she wasn't going to blow up; that she was going to give her a chance to talk to Nathan.
Taking deep breaths, just a few exhales before opening her eyes again "Enough!" Max looked over at Chloe getting in between Nathan and her "We aren't here for this bullshit. You promised me that this wasn't going to be a problem." Max's eyes sadden as her gaze rested over Chloe.
"That's right. You better control your guard dog Caulfield, before I call security." Nathan growled, shooting both girls an angry glare.
"Shut the fuck up you pompous ass daddy's boy." Chloe retorted rather angrily, trying to comply with Max's request.
Max shut her eyes again, this had been the first time since the storm that Max had even contemplated about using her powers; the powers she said she would never use. This much she had promised Chloe and herself. Max unclenched her hand that was resting on her sling, the start of her hand felt like a roar, maybe like starting a car but only she she could hear or feel it. As Max focused on trying to rewind, she felt the pressure on her head; like bricks on top of bricks just weighing her down. Max's head felt heavy and loaded, she looked over at Chloe who was too busy arguing with Nathan to understand what was happening. The trickle of blood spilled on the laces of her converse. Maybe if she pushed herself a little more she could give Nathan and Chloe another shot to do this over again.
After what seemed like moments later Chloe found it was curious that Max was rather quiet, she turned to her side; seeing the frail attempt of trying to rewind, the vein in her neck popped out and she looked paler than she had ever seen Max, even after the shooting. " Dude, Max! Max!" she didn't want to freak she didn't want to have to explain this whole situation to Nathan and the hospital again. She couldn't.
Chloe snapped Max out of it, she grabbed her wrist as gently as she could while still leading her away from this horrible mistake she was making. Chloe knelt down and whispered to her "What the fuck are you thinking Caulfield, do you want to fucking obliterate from here? You're not Harry potter, you geek." Chloe pushed Max's bangs out of the way and saw tears spilling down her face.
"I just want some answers and we're not getting them. This is partly your fault so if you want to blame yourself; go ahead Chloe." Max was outraged, angry but also very broken and sad about the turn of events. Max knew that Chloe wasn't the one to blame. Mostly everything that happened had made it's way back to Nathan as if he sole beneficiary sadly that was not the case.
"Jesus Christ, will you two just shut up already?" Wounded Nathan rolled his eyes and with a heavy sigh he got up and staggered his way to his safe, hiding in the section in his closet. "Look any day now the police will come looking for this, I can't offer anything else. I don't know where Jefferson hides the rest of it… he was only beginning to trust me, he asked me to bring someone I admired inside our world." He paused making his way back to his desk while the two girls were still hunched over the floor. " I know what I did was wrong; with Rachel, Kate and you caulfield. I know Mark never really wanted Kate.. she was just there to keep him from lashing out. He wanted you, Mark was so adamant about it the whole time. The moment that he laid eyes on you; he just knew." Nathan rubbed his face, wanting to wake up from this nightmare. By the time Nathan looked back up Chloe and Max had emerged from the floor and now towering over him, they looked anything but mad, almost sympathetic to his words, even though the things he was saying disgusted them, they wanted to believe that it wasn't really him using them but rather to explain the situation that they both were in.
Handing an envelope over to Max she grabbed it in her trembling hands, still pretty shaky about her whole trauma, her headache mostly and nosebleeds or whatever you wanted to call them. Max lifted up the flap and inside there was two sets of papers, on one of them there was a long list of all the girls before her, dating back to the early 90's. Max couldn't believe this, this is how he got famous, how he made a name for himself. Inflicting this type of pain into his models for his "art." There was the second sheet of paper and in this packet there was a more detailed description of these girls; followed by the coordinates of where this particular person was seen last. It was all so very organized, these girls were either dead or hadn't remembered a thing from those nights that they had shared or in better terms; survived. Turning to the last page in the package, there was the locations as of now where the bodies were buried or where these girls still lived. The only thing that was really missing was the year that these girls had vanished and were tormented.
Chloe looked at the few samples that had been photocopied onto a separate sheet of paper, her heart ached for all the families whom had looked for these girls, who continued to look just like she did. Months of this bullshit search when those fuckers knew exactly what happened to Rachel, how was she suppose to move forward now. How could she just let it go?
"How can we even believe a thing he's saying? Look, come on Max, we know that it was him that killed Rachel. HE killed her and didn't have the balls to come forward. He tried to fucking kill me twice!" Chloe bit her tongue, technically the second time had not happened thanks to Max but it would have happened and it was going to happen if Max hadn't been to stupidly stubborn.
Max was still leaning against Chloe with the biggest headache as she walked away. "I can't fucking deal with you right now Chloe, you're unreasonable and lashing out at me when I didn't do a goddamn thing. I think if you're not here to move past this; just for right now..this situation, then you should go." Max waved her away, Chloe felt her heart heavy, she couldn't believe that Max of all people was siding with Nathan. Psycho Nathan; the one who had tried to kill both of them, the one who was responsible for all of this fucked up shit. Without the Prescott money Jefferson wouldn't be able to pull this shit and he knew it from the second he urged his father to invest in Jefferson.
"Fine just fucking fantastic. You're actually taking his side over your best friend? Oh great, this is going to be just like before, so these bullshit promises that you were gonna to be here with me were just that huh?" Chloe knew she was pretty harsh but she counted on Max and her best friend was willing to let her down again because of a stupid empathetic boy.
Max ran her fingers through her hair letting out a heavy sigh, the
blood on her nose clearly flakey by this time. "Chloe.. it's not like that. I never lied to you, we both agreed that we need to be here. We both need to be here to discover the truth about Jefferson and his ill mind. I need you with me to figure this out." Max tugged on the bracelets on Chloe's hand, pleading the older girl to stay and help her figure this out, social injustice to the girls all along the coast; trailing back to them.
Chloe huffed as she tugged on her necklace containing the empty shells of bullets close to her chest.
Chloe shoved the stacks of papers to Max's chest "I am done here. Finish up whatever you have to do with this scum but i'll be waiting outside for you… take all the time you need Max." Chloe gave Max a tight squeeze on her shoulder before dragging her feet down the stairs and out of the Prescott mansion, she knew that being that close to the person who killed Rachel was dangerous, and she had no clue as to why she had agreed to this meeting. The blue haired girl slumped down on the front porch, being torn and stabbed at, in one hand she wanted wanted to protect Max; she wanted so much for this sweet caring girl. On the other hand she was torn because of Rachel.. her friend. Who knew where Rachel and she would be if that eager spirit were still alive, things would have been more confusing with Max back. How could it be possible to love two people at the same time, how was it even possible that one of them was dead?
Max stood in awe her eyes following the trail back to Nathan, she stepped closer closing in on whatever he was doing.
"I guess I really should work on my aim and that stupid bitch would be off my back, you're dumbass would be dead and everything I worked for would have a purpose. Do you know what shit this has been for me and mine, because of you. You and solely you are going to pay for this fucked up shit." Nathan picked up a gun strapped to his desk and pointed it back at Max, his hands were shaking; in his mind this is how Nathan would take care of all of his problems. "You might have wanted to give your punk trash a goodbye kiss before you left for good."