Life is Strange: The Cruel Hand of Fate

Chapter 9 of my Life is Strange story, enjoy.

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Chapter 9

Max shifted in her seat in the hospital corridor. She was still distraught, fearful, there was still no word on Warren's condition.

'It's my fault, it's all my fault.' Her mind plagued her. 'I should have known better; I should've...I should've held back, tried to sort out what was going on with those thugs before Warren...'

She broke down, tears flowing as she buried her face in her hands. Her mind kept torturing her by replaying that horrible scene again and again, she flinched every time she heard the gunshot in her mind.

She shuddered at the memory. 'I, I came dangerously close to, to trying to rewind.'

She had sworn to never do that again, yet there she was, actually considering it.

She shook her head, trying to compose herself. 'Why?'

That was all she could ask now, again and again in her mind, why? She wiped away the tears and tried to remain calm, there was still no word, no sign of any doctors coming to inform her of any change or result. She was left to wallow in her guilt and fear, while Warren lay somewhere in this hospital, dying and she had no idea if they could save him.

She heard footsteps and looked up; her stomach clenched when she saw the trio of people approaching; she knew right away they had to be Warren's family. The man had dark hair and brown eyes he also had a strong jaw and was going grey, but otherwise, it seemed Warren had taken after his father in appearance, although his features were certain softer, presumably his mother's genes.

Said woman was almost as tall as her husband; it seemed Warren had inherited her hair colour too, although her eyes were hazel. Her hair was tied back in a severe bun. Max bit her lip, standing up, unsure of herself again.

The third figure was a girl of nine years old, most certainly Warren's little sister, with the same hair and eye colour as Warren, pale skin and being taller than most nine year old girls. Like her parents who were dressed in somewhat formal clothing, the girl wore a well-made, fancy looking knee length dress, white ruffled ankle socks and expensive looking Mary-Jane shoes.

They soon spotted Max and approached her, Max was a little worried by the severe look on his parents faces.

"Mr. and Mrs. Graham..." She began worriedly.

It was Warren's mother who replied. "You, we were told about you, how dare you be here?"

Max stepped back, suddenly afraid. "Wha, I…?"

Mr. Graham snapped at her. "This is all your fault!"

He was glaring at her, and Max couldn't help but notice that, despite being the same colour, this man's eyes were harder, nowhere near as warm as Warren's.

"Mom, dad, please." The girl piped up.

Mrs. Graham cut her off however. "Don't interrupt Emma."

Emma pouted, Max meanwhile was stammering.

"I...I'm sorry, I, I just..." She really was sorry.

She already felt guilty, now it just all felt confirmed to her. Her main fears were being justified.

"This is all your fault." Mr Graham repeated. "This happened to our son because of you, you were the target and dragged him into this."

Emma spoke up again however. "That's not fair, he was trying to save her, he cares about her."

But again Mrs. Graham cut her daughter off. "Enough Emma, you don't know..."

"I do!" Emma snapped, clearly not having it. "Because Warren told me, he told me all about her and everything."

There was a stony silence following that.

Max felt her face heat up, embarrassed to hear that Warren had spoke about her. To his little sister of all people, yet nevertheless; she felt grateful to Emma for supporting her, amazed and hopeful.

"Warren didn't tell you that." Mr. Graham growled. "How dare you lie, he turned his back on us and..."

Emma glowered. "Yeah, he ran away to Blackwell, to get away from you, can't say I blame him, but he still stayed in touch with me."

Max bit her lip at that; shocked, it was clear Warren's parents were overbearing, perhaps that was behind his awkwardness, he had lived his life, trying to please them, until finally fleeing to Blackwell apparently.

She felt sorry for Emma, who clearly had to still live with this. It also surprised her that Emma seemed startlingly intelligent for her age. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough.

"That is besides the point Emma." Mrs. Graham said. "You, Max Caulfield, endangered out son, you still endanger him, so you stay away from him."

"Ma'am..."

Mr. Graham practically barked. "Leave!"

Startled and dismayed, warned to stay away, Max left, deeply saddened at this outcome.


End of chapter, sadly things are not getting better, although now Warren's family is introduced, read and review please.