Sorry for taking so long updating this fanfic. Also, sorry if there are any grammar or vocabulary mistakes, my friend didn´t proof read this chapter yet so it might have some. Hope you still enjoy the chapter.
Max got up and run to the window, opening the shutter subsequently, it was dark outside; no light could be seen besides the moon light and the office building lights. It was night and there was no sight of Chloe Price. Max opened the window and peered out of it, not finding any soul outside. She was terrified, horrified, her mind couldn't stop thinking in all the awful things that could be happening or could have happened to Chloe. She just disappeared and there was no clue where she could be. Max hurried to the bathroom, hitting the side of the door with her arm in the process, she screamed in pain, then she turned the switch on and jumped inside, rapidly acknowledging that she was alone in that minuscule place. The bedroom was empty like her in that exact moment.
The brunette tried to calm herself down, taking her hands to her head trying to think about positive things: "Chloe is an adult already" "She can do whatever she wants" "She might be just taking a walk outside, no biggie" But it didn't work, soon she was having a breakdown, and tears were falling over her freckled cheeks. Max felt a weight on her chest for not knowing where Chloe was, fear soon took over her.
"What is just going on?! I need to find Chloe!" she whispered-screamed, because there were more people next to her room, the walls were paper thin and Max didn´t want to have people waking up and coming to her room, what would be something ridiculous to be done since a lot of people go there to have sex and sometimes they are loud, like really loud. Anyway, Max didn´t want to draw attention to her.
Knowing she could do nothing if she stood there and simply waited, Max grabbed her jacket and jeans in a rush and got dressed, casually noticing she had her jeans backwards when she wanted to pull her zipper up. That clumsy action really showed Max´ discomfort, annoyance and fear, all together. Yeah you're stupid Max, when you should be fast getting dressed you fuck it up. She took her pants off again and this time was sure to be wearing them the right way.
When she was ready to leave the room, Max grabbed her phone and hoped that she would have a call, a text or whatever from Chloe, she just needed something that could calm her poor mind, heart and soul down, something that said that Chloe was just outside smoking or anything, but unfortunately she didn´t have any new messages, she had calls from her mother though, she blew her phone with calls, but this wasn´t the time to call her parents. Yeah mom I survived a fucking tornado and now my Chloe disappeared, no I´m not okay, don´t want to talk and bye. She thought that was the only possible way their conversation could go as Max was in that moment; she wasn't in the best condition to talk with people.
She got out of the room and rapidly went downstairs, jumping two stairs at once at each floor that she left behind. With no idea where to go first, Max thought that the man on the office could help her somehow. Running the most she could, she reached the office door restless and opened it. She was so thankful that it was open all day and night.
"Good night? ...Good…night!" Max shouted breathless. "Is someone there?"
After her hopeless calls someone showed up, it was still the same guy, and he looked annoyed.
"Yeah, yeah. What is it?! Can´t you see it´s night already?" He asked angrily.
He had been sleeping on the back room of the building for sure. And didn´t like to be waked up by Max.
"I´m sorry… sir. Hum… did you see my… friend?" Max asked, hesitating when she said "friend".
"The blue haired girl?"
Max nodded.
"I think she asked me where she could find a bar or something nearby, and I said that if she followed this road she would find one on her right. It´s pretty close. I didn´t see her since by the way."
Max got so confused and surprised with his answer.
"Are you sure she asked about a bar?" Max questioned him, curiosity and anxiety starting eating her alive.
"I don´t know missy, it´s not my job knowing where my clients go ya know?! What they do is their problem." Being this the last thing the man said before turning his back at Max and disappearing of the counter.
"Argh…" you son of a bitch, a "no" was enough of an answer. How can people still come here?!
She got out of the building and remembered every single step the man gave about Chloe´s whereabouts; the brunette couldn't see a reason for Chloe leaving the room. Why would she go to a stupid bar at this time of the day it´s still early, but there´s not light anymore. I can´t see shit. And right in the situation we are in, I can´t believe she didn´t wake me up, I wouldn´t mind going with her… well, maybe I would be grumpy…and she knew that… Fuck it.
Max left the motel area and started walking through the Highway. Her brain was ordering her to go faster, but her feet had other idea, she didn´t want to step on a rock, an animal or simply her laces, there was no time to tighten the laces of her left sneaker. Using her phone´s light was an idea present on her mind for some time, but she wanted to save some battery that could be needed in the future, she had forgotten her charger on her room so no can do.
It was a little chilly, and the wind of the night hitting Max´ face was making her stomach ache, she couldn´t explain the reason of that feeling. The leaves on the trees and bushes waved slightly and Max occasionally heard a fox singing, it was so peaceful and at the same time so frightening to be there alone.
When she reached the place the man on the motel referred, she could see some guys outside smoking, one of them was vomiting on a corner, drinking too much does that to people. Max looked a little disgusted at the environment she was about to get in. Bottles on the ground, people making out, vomiting, she didn´t like that place at all.
The door of the bar was already open so she just had to dodge a guy that was almost falling on top of her of drunkenness.
Geez, if I wasn't careful this could have ended very oddly. Max thought looking behind her shoulder to see the guy just disappearing inside his car. And probably this is not going to end very well for someone or a poor animal out there.
Max looked around the bar, it had some people inside but it wasn't full what was quite a good sign for her, since it would turn her job of finding Chloe easier.
Come on, Chloe, show up. You have to be here. I´m not dreaming, I´m sure I´m not. This is reality and you´re alive…you are, right? Max was completely denying the chance that Chloe wasn´t in the building, but pessimism was slowly taking over her tormented mind. Until she saw her, blue hair could be spotted some meters from where Max was, a beanie, blue hair, it could just be Chloe.
Max walked in a fast step in the bluenette´s direction to not catch everyone´s attention, and when she was near enough to hear her but not to touch her, she stopped walking. She watched as Chloe asked for another shot and a guy poured some cider in the glass she had on her left hand; two beer bottles were on her right side completely empty.
"I hope youu, have more of this bro… cuz this is amazeballs" Chloe slurred drinking all of the glass liquid at once. "Thissss is the bessst shit".
Max watched the guy looking at Chloe with an impish smile. She could bet he was thinking about taking advantage of her when she was completely vulnerable, not that she could say she wasn´t already. The brunette gave a few steps forward and hit the balcony loudly with her hand as she confronted the young guy and then Chloe, it took a lot of self-control to not punch the man and pull Chloe away from him and the beverages. She knew he worked in there but the way he looked at Chloe is not the look of someone who is concerned about a girl getting back home alone and drunk.
"Good night". She said coldly.
"Yo dude… uh…" Chloe said finally focusing on who had talked and was looking at her with hurt eyes. "Max…"
"Good night lady. Want something to drink?" the man asked cleaning one glass with a piece of fabric. Max could feel his discomfort, or better saying, she knew she had "cock blocked" him. The air was thicking, the atmosphere tensing.
"No thanks. I don't drink. I´m just here to take MY Chloe back home". Max didn´t know why she felt the necessity to say it that way, she didn't really care about what others would think. "Let´s go Chloe." She said coldly.
"Just… waiiittt, I have to pay." Chloe protested getting up the fastest she could, which could be represented as slow, because she didn't want to fall.
"Fucking hell! Just get up okay? I´ll pay…" Max said face palming, she took some money of her bag and gave it to the guy.
"Have a good night!" she heard the man say, when she and Chloe were already walking across the bar.
Bastard she thought looking behind her shoulder and then back to Chloe, she was the one needing all the attention at the moment, not that creepy bastard. Chloe seemed so devastated, her hair was a little messy, and her cheeks had a shade of red. Max was holding her hand, their fingers intertwined to be sure she didn´t lose her best friend again, she couldn´t bare it. She squeezed the taller girl´s hand and Chloe noticed. She looked at her out of the corner of her eyes, like a hurt puppy, but didn´t say a word.
They finally got out of the bar and went in direction of the motel once again. Max was walking in front of Chloe still holding her hand. Chloe didn´t have much strength to go faster. She thought that an explanation was needed.
"Max…" she started.
"Chloe, don´t."
This made Chloe feel a sting on her heart. Max sounded so harsh towards her.
"I can explainn…" her words coming out as a slur mixed with a whine.
"What can you possibly tell me?!" Max said turning her body to Chloe and stopping on her tracks. She let go of her hand and Chloe immediately missed the warmth of her girlfriend´s hand. "You left me alone on that fucking motel room and went to a shitty bar to get drunk!"
It wasn´t that common for Max to swear, her girlfriend was serious, Chloe could tell.
"But I'm not even that drunk you know. Like I'm buzzed, but I'm totally fine. You´re exaggeratingg". Chloe defended herself, while shrugging, but even on her numb mind she sounded ridiculous.
"You know what?! Fucking forget it. I don´t want to hear anything anymore…" Max declared giving up on the conversation.
"No, YOU know what? You're not the boss of me! I do all the shit I want!" Chloe shouted jabbing a finger into Max´ chest, losing her temper. Alcohol wasn´t being her friend, but as she said, she knew she wasn´t that much drunk, she was just numb. Max looked at her with mouth wide open and eyebrows furrowed.
"I´m not going to say anything. You´re not ´you´. Tomorrow is another day and then we can talk." Chloe could feel Max pain, and it hit her like a knife on her chest. She apologized and scratched the back of her neck like a little kid that broke a lamp with a soccer ball and felt guilty.
"Let´s just go." When Max finished this sentence a car crossed the road, the lights of the headlights hitting Max on the eyes, she was motionless, just like when a deer crosses the road and a car comes at night. The lights brought memories to the surface. The feeling of being on the cold ground with her hands tied with duct tape, the flashes of the cameras and the drugs, hitting her tormented mind. The last thing she remembers was Chloe staring at her concerned, then everything went white; or at least everything of that reality went white, because she was seeing Mr. Jefferson, and this time who was on the ground was Chloe, completely unconscious and Max was on the couch far from them, not being able to get up.
"Stop!" Mr. Jefferson didn´t stop. It looked like he couldn't even see her. "Leave Chloe alone you sick shit!" He then stopped taking photos of Chloe and turned his body in Max´ direction; a smile on his face. All of a sudden the faces of her friends, Warren, Kate and even Victoria were covering her eyesight, she couldn´t see Chloe anymore.
"Maxxx why did you even get those rewind powers if everything you did was fuck things up?" she heard Warren ask her.
"I didn´t do anything! I didn´t want to hurt nobody!" Max tried not to believe in what the voices were starting to tell her.
"Why didn´t you let me kill myself? What´s even the point if you let me die last Friday?"
"I just wanted to help you Kate!" Max shouted trying to move, this time the couch disappeared and she was on the floor, she could finally get up, but not move yet. "You´re not real! You're not!"
"What a hoe, I can´t believe you even wanted to be friends with me! What a good friend you would be! Letting me die on that tornado is your definition of friend? Grow the fuck up!"
"You´re not real! You´re just on my head!" Max screamed, taking her hands to her head and squeezing her hair; she closed her eyes, trying to make the voices leave her head but it was in vain.
"Can´t you see? Chloe isn´t for you. She is abusive. She doesn´t care about you. Can´t you see?" Max opened her eyes in shock. She recognized this voice, she looked forward and saw her, it was herself. "After you saved her ass she acted all bitchy to you today. Do you think someone that loves you acts like that?"
The four intruders took some steps forward shouting words, Max simply stared at the ground "You´re useless." "Can´t you see?" "You can´t even make one single good choice, you´re pathetic." "Chloe doesn´t like you."
"Okay… I believe you… I trust you… I trust you. You´re all right." Chloe heard Max whisper, she just looked at the distance and whispered unreasonable sentences, she tried to wake her up by shaking her but she hadn´t any luck.
"Come onnnn, Maxxx? Step out of it." Chloe felt like this was a nightmare. She couldn´t tell what was reality or fantasy anymore because of the alcohol. Suddenly she had an idea to wake Max, and slapped her face.
"Ahhh!" Max gasped, and trembled completely terrified. "Chloe?!"
"Dude… what just happened?!"
"Don´t hit me please?" Chloe heard Max plead, she felt terrible for doing it, but it worked, probably if she hadn't slap her, she would still be out of her mind.
"I´m sorry. It was the only idea I got to wake you up…"
See? Chloe doesn´t like you! She even hit you! A voice on Max´mind whispered.
"No, you´re lying."
"What?" Chloe asked confused.
"Oh…" Max said, noticing once again she wasn´t alone anymore. "It´s… nothing, it´s just me taking with myself, don't worry."
Chloe didn´t look convinced, but before she could start an interrogatory she felt her stomach turn, she stumbled on her back and then held her stomach, she couldn´t handle it so she had to throw up, staining her tank top.
"Chloe!" Max shouted with concern, kneeling next to her at the same time. "And you told me you weren´t that drunk, imagine if you were! Dog!" she caressed her girlfriend´s shoulder.
"I told youuu, I´m not! It´s stressss kay?! People can vomit too when they are fucking stressed…" She said finishing throwing up, and painting her tank top in a green, yellowish tone.
Max sighed and nodded, there was nothing she could do, she just wanted Chloe to feel better.
"Let´s… just get back to our room, we will take a shower and then we sleep. Is that okay?"
Chloe nodded, Max helped her getting up and they went the rest of the highway silent. Max always observing Chloe to see if she got worse, but she herself was afraid that what happened some moments ago happened again, she didn´t know why a simple light triggered her so hard and she surely didn´t know why those voices continued tormenting her and why hour by hour she believed them more.
When they got to the motel the office building had the lights still on, Max didn´t want to make any sound that would give them away but Chloe had other ideas, because when they were about to walk up the stairs she started complaining that it was too far and that she would sleep outside.
"Come on Chloe, this is not the time!"
Chloe snorted loudly.
"Oh… man, that was hilarious! Get it? Because you have all the time of the worlddd!"
Max looked to the side, while still holding Chloe by her left arm, trying to pull her. She didn´t try to rewind again, she didn´t know if she had that gift anymore.
"Shh. Chloe… Come. Don´t be a punk baby."
Chloe pouted and then let out a sigh but agreed afterwards. When they got to their room Max felt so relieved and very tired at the same time. She closed the door and made Chloe sit on their bed. She walked from one side to the other of their room, thoughtful, Chloe stood there watching her with puppy eyes.
"So… I guess it´s time for a bath." Max said sighing.
Chloe nodded and tried to get up, but stood there still staring Max. "Take a bath with meee Maxaroniii."
Max was caught off guard. She wasn´t expecting to take a bath with her best friend and girlfriend. She was just going to give her a bath and that was all. She knew she couldn´t do much, if she didn´t agree probably Chloe wouldn´t take a bath.
"Okay. But just this time." Max said with a smile. Chloe jumped like a little kid.
They both entered the bathroom. Max closed the door behind them and then demanded Chloe to start taking her clothes off.
"Could you do that for me? Pletty prease?" she asked with an impish expression on her face.
Max was so amused by how childish Chloe was acting and by the way she mixed letters.
She first took her beanie off and threw it to the closed toilet lid; then she took her jacket off and threw it as well; she tried to take her tank top off in a way that wouldn´t mess her hair and then did the same with her jeans, for some reason she was starting feeling weird while doing it. She eyed Chloe and she eyed Chloe and then her hands for some seconds as they opened the button of the jeans. Chloe was biting her lip. Max couldn´t tell if it was just the effect of alcohol, or if Chloe really knew what she was doing.
When they were both naked, Max started washing Chloe´s tank top on the sink before entering the bathtub; she was so embarrassed to be naked in front of her that she tried to forget about it by turning her back to her and washing Chloe´s tank top. Destiny wasn´t on her side, because Chloe approached Max and placed her chin on her shoulder, and hugged her by behind. Max found it hard to breathe.
"Thanks forrr taking care of meee". She heard Chloe whisper on her hear, making her shiver. She didn´t look at Chloe, just tried focusing on what she was doing.
"Hum… it´s, it´s okay Che."
"Now let´s get ourselves in the bathtub. What do you say?" Chloe suggested kissing her right cheek.
"Okay…" Max said finishing her task. She put the tank top drying on the sink´s side after.
She closed the bathtub so the water wouldn´t go away and then turned the faucet to hot water, when there was already some water on the bottom of it she invited Chloe to get in as well. When the bathtub had enough water, Max asked Chloe to close the faucet, because she was busy washing her blue haired girlfriend´s hair. Chloe was so amused, and Max couldn´t hide her happiness in that instant. Chloe let out some moans while Max washed her hair and her body as well, she couldn´t stop feeling weird, she was feeling so hot inside, she couldn´t control how her inner tights were making her feel.
When Chloe was clean already and with no foam on her hair and body, Max started washing herself. Chloe turned her body to Max, and she felt a little bit embarrassed for washing her hair while Chloe was watching her.
Casually Chloe would play a little bit with the water while Max finished washing herself. When she was about to ask Chloe to get up her girlfriend started crawling and in a heartbeat she was completely on top of Max, caressing her breasts, kissing her. Max couldn´t hide her surprise, but she let Chloe be in charge, it was so peaceful and amazing being with Chloe in that instant. Chloe licked Max´ lips and Max got it as a signal that Chloe wanted more, she gave her permission, opening her mouth slightly, their tongues fighting for dominance. Chloe placed her hand on top of her tight, and Max let out a gasp.
"You like this don´t ya?" She heard Chloe ask between kisses.
"Oh my dog… Chloe, you´re drunk, we shouldn´t even be doing this." Max said stopping the kiss and laying her head on the bathtub with her eyes shut, trying to recompose herself.
"You know you like this, just let it go". Chloe slurred not stopping caressing Max´ tight. "Let me make this, let me make you happy".
Max remembered the times the voices told her the complete opposite, and she was at the point she didn't care about what they continuously told her, Chloe was with her in that exact moment, and wanted to be more intimate, but the reason was telling her that it was just thanks to alcohol too.
Fuck it
"Okay… Oh Chloe, I love you so much". Chloe got this as permission to continue the caressing, and she didn´t stop. She caressed her clitoris and stole some moans from Max, she smiled.
"I love you too."
Max was panting and strongly holding Chloe´s hair as she put two fingers inside of her. The hair holding was driving Chloe insane.
"Yes Maxx, that´s it. Don´t hold it back." She said catching Max´ lips on her own.
Before things could heat up more, Chloe stopped pleasuring Max, and the kisses became slower and slower. In one moment she was all excited and full of energy and in the other she was almost sleeping.
"Hum… I´m so tired…" Max heard Chloe mumble.
Are you cereal? She thought a little bit annoyed. Now that things were getting to a new level she wants to sleep? But… I guess it was better this way. This was so embarrassing.
"Okay. Chloe, let´s just get out of this stupid bathtub first." She said trying to control her breathing.
"I´m… sorry…" she mumbled with her eyes almost shut.
"Don't be."
Then Max helped Chloe getting out of the bathtub, and cleaned her hair and body with a towel and then herself. They didn´t have any other clothes, so they had to sleep with the same underwear. Max led her to the bed and it didn´t take much time for Chloe to be already sleeping.
"It looks like now it´s my turn." Max whispered, laying down next to Chloe, covering the two of them with the sheets. "This was a stressing day as well. I just hope the following ones will get better".
And with this last thought, Max finally fell asleep, with her head between Chloe´s neck and hugging her in an attempt to not let her leave her again. "I love you Chloe."