Rebecca Ch 7

Au Note: I have one request, which was more of a "Omg, what if this happened." So I might go that way just a tiny bit to where Rebecca figures out the little pieces and puts them together without nothing real big pushing her in that direction, but she will figure it out.

That means I need seven suggestions actually really five, but this is your time to put something in a story and get credit for it and be able to affect the plot in a small way. You always wanted a cute Maxerica moment click the little button at the bottom of the chapter and tell me!

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Without further ado, Rebecca Ch 7, my dearies.

"Hey Sam," he turned in his seat and looked at me. We had found a guest room that hadn't been used since the palace had been built. Most people had forgotten about it, which was lucky for us because that meant no one came here and we could set up camp.

"Why didn't you tell me you were hit?" he asked.

"I just thought you already knew. You have all those awesome cameras I kind of thought that you had seen it already." I said, "I want to know what Maxon was doing while I was getting attacked. He looked like he was going to go straight to America but when America came in he wasn't there. I want to know if he told her like he said he would."

Sam turned around and got to the part in the footage where rince Maxon exited the room. Instead of looking at what had happened inside the room we followed Maxon as he walked down the halls, supposedly to America's room, but a voice stopped him on the way there.

America had been waiting two hallways away from Celeste's room.

"She must have known what was going to happen. She was going to protect you. Why didn't she just call a guard to look out for you then?"

"She probably didn't think of it or she didn't have the power, we'll look at that next."

"America, what are you doing here?"

She smiled at him, "I'm coming up with a plan to sabotage you."

Maxon smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. That got America concerned, "What's wrong?"

"I have to tell you something, otherwise Rebecca will tell you and I think you need to hear it from me." America and Maxon sat down on a window sill and America took his hand, as if silently telling him it was going to be alright. "When Rebecca walked in she saw something."

"What did she see Maxon?"

"I, we… Celeste and I. IT happeed again." Again? He made it sound like it was a federal crime, but America seemed to understand what he meant.

Her eyes brightened in understanding, then darkened in confusion, then she turned and kissed his cheek, "Thank you."

Now Maxon was confused, "What for?"

"For telling me. That must have taken a lot of guts, although I'm pretty sure Rebecca just scares the crap out of you."

"It's like she sees into your soul and sees your motives for everything."

Aerica laughed, then took his other hand in hers as well. She suddenly looked up at him, "I think it would be okay if you started calling me Mer now."

MAxon looked shocked, "What about your boyfriend at home?"

"I think I found something a lot better than him." She took a deep breath like she was entrusting Maxon with her child, "In my family, a nick name is like showing you know everything about that person, that you have personally stripped them down to their vulnerabilities and love them anyway. You can use mine. If you want.

"After all, the only way to build trust with another person is to give them some trust too. Give them something that scares you and can be held against you, and trusting them that they won't betray you."

She was rambling on, probably too scared of what he would say if she stopped. He silenced her with a series of kisses, whispering the nickname in between them or going down to her neck and whispering them on her skin.

Unfortunately, they were interrupted by Anne running down the hall screaming America's name. Anne grabbed America's hand and dragged her away leaving a very confused Maxon in their wake.

"Look at his face," Sam said laughing.

I slapped him over the head, "Go to when I was in the infirmary. They were standing right under a camera while they were whispering, can you get it?"

"I could gt it if they were whispering on the other side of the room."

He got footage, cranked up the volume and we could hear their whispers like they were yelling into the microphone.

"I want Rebecca taken off of Celeste' maids list." America said.

"Done," Maxon said.

"I also want that little girl taken off too. She's too young to be put through that kind of trauma."

"Done, but America. Don't ask for it. You know I can't take Celeste away. She's too popular with the people."

"Maxon, if you have to pick her, what happens if she get bored hitting maids and starts on you. You already have enough abuse from your father, I don't want you to have to deal with two people hitting you."

"I know Mer. Just, we'll figure it all out."

What?

"What? What did she say?" Sam and I looked at each other with sudden clarity." The prince was being abused by the king, Celeste was only here because she was popular with the people, which I told myself wouldn't be for much longer, and Prince Maxon undeniably loves Lady America, and I would do anything in my power to make sure she won.