Hello readers!
So this is no longer a one-shot story I have decided to continue it on, so I hope you enjoy and please review, that's how I get motivation to keep writing, so without taking up much of your time, I hope you enjoy!
The pair didn't get a sliver of sleep that night, as much as they tried but it just turned into crying, comforting, and general pain for both. Neither notice the sun rising over the horizon, or the birds chirping. They planned to stay there a while longer, before heading out and continuing their journey.
Knock, knock, knock.
They heard from the door, grumbling at the sound, why can't people just leave them alone for once? Max caved in first when the knock came again, she got up with Chloe following (probably ready to punch someone if it's the paparazzi), as they reached the door they heard a voice on the other side.
"Excuses me miss', it's officer Dixon. I'm in charge of the police stationed here, if you two are willing, I want to ask a few questions."
Max and Chloe looked at each other before nodding, then opened the door to reveal a man in uniform, and from his looks he was in the military at some point in his life. He smiled kindly at both the woman before him, but there was something in his eyes when he looked at Max, a hint of sadness?
"Thank you." He spoke, walking into the motel room and taking a seat at the small table. Max and Chloe following, and sitting very close together. "Let's just get this over and done with shall we? This won't be a nice conversation to have, but we need to do it. If I cross any lines, do tell and I'll either move onto the next question or leave, which ever you want me to do."
Their heads nodded, signalling him to continue. The sooner this was done the sooner they could leave. Officer Dixon looked at his note pad, starting the questions.
"First question, what are your names? And do you have any family that was in the storm, that possibly didn't make it out?"
With a heavy sigh, Chloe opened her mouth the answer as a hand covered her own.
"I'm Chloe Price and this is Max Caulfield. My family were in the storm, Joyce and David Price, My Mom and Step-Dou- Dad. I think my Mom was stuck in the two whales' diner when the storm hit. As for David… I don't know…"
"David?" The cops face had instantly dropped, telling them that he knew David somehow.
"Yes, David. He was a security guard at Bl-" Officer Dixon interrupted Chloe and sighed.
"Black Well… He's a good man, saved my life too many times. He was in my squad in afghan, he's one of the best men I've met in my life. Even if he comes across like a bad one, and if he's okay, the first thing he'd do is try to save your Mom."
They stopped the conversation for a second, when Chloe's eye's began to water and flow with tears, and Max came to the rescue by burying her best friends face in her shoulder, and patting her back saying it was all gonna be alright. They stayed clinging together for a good 5 minutes with the cop waiting patiently, before starting again knowing that they wanted him to leave.
"Question 2, will you be leaving Arcadia Bay or staying? If you're leaving, do you have anywhere to stay?"
"Leaving. Far away." Max replied quickly. "We don't have anywhere to stay, but we'll find something."
Dixon wasn't satisfied with the answer given to him, this was the step-daughter of his of his best friend while he was in combat, a man who saved his live more times than he could count. If he didn't make it he's going to damn well make sure he daughter does, well step-daughter but that doesn't change a single thing.
"I owe it to David to take care of you two, I-" He stopped talking when Max raised her hand.
"As much as we appreciate it, we're not kids. We'll take care of each other." Max was still holding Chloe and vice versa, eager to get going.
"I never implied that you didn't, my apologises to both of you." He looked down for a moment in shame, before looking at his note pad for another question. "Next question?"
Both girls nodded, as Chloe came out of her protective shield of Max's arms readying herself for the next question. The blunette felt kind of embarrassed by hiding in Max's arms, she hasn't been through half the shit her best friend has, she should be comforting Max for fuck sake!
"This next question isn't something I'm meant to ask, but I feel I need to. This question could be hard for you Max, and I don't expect an answer." Both woman looked at him cautiously, and the brunette nodded for him to continue. "Did someone hurt you? Yesterday at the ambulance… I've seen that look before in many of my friends from Afghan, and in my own eyes..."
Max's breath got caught in her throat and couldn't reply, she only shut her eyes tight, gripping on Chloe's hand. This time the blunette took the younger girl in her arms whispering that everything is okay, though the hipster never sobbed just kept her eyes shut.
"I… I don't want…" Max barely choked out, before Chloe answered for her.
"Yes… someone did, but we're not talking about this now…" The blunette stared into his eyes, hoping he won't push any further. It was already a horrible morning for them both. Officer Dixon sighed and didn't push the subject further, but reached into his back pocket taking out his wallet, which Chloe swiftly stopped him.
"We don't need your money." She said sternly.
"I'm not giving you money, I'm giving you a card to someone who helped me after the war. He can help you too, I know it." He smiled as he took out the card placing it on the table, standing up afterward sure he was overstaying his welcome. Though not before placing down another number.
"Mine's there as well, I'll help you in any way I can. Don't hesitate to call for any reason." Dixon smiled softly before turning to the door, leaving the two woman huddling together.
"He's not here Max, he'll never hurt you again. The bastard is dead, but we're alive." Chloe whispered into Max's ear with her arms wrapped around her in a protecting manner, she wondered why the smaller girl wasn't crying, she's been through so much shit and the only time she cries is when it involves Chloe dying.
With a heavy sigh the brunette slowly unwrapped her arms and kissed the taller woman, it's like saying thank you without words. They stayed sitting for a while longer, sharing kisses and comforting contact with each other, before Max's charging phone began to ring on the bed side table as she looked up at Chloe with pleading eyes.
"I got it Maxaroni." The blunette smiled before pacing towards the table and answering it, not looking at the caller ID.
"Max!?" Screamed a worried voice from the other end as Chloe winced away from the phone. "Max, are you alright?!" The blunette instantly recognised the voice and it belong to Vanessa, Max's mother.
"Vanessa." The punk said softly.
"Wha- You're not max…" Came a choke on the other end. "Where is she? who are you?"
"Don't worry she's fine, all in one piece. And its Chloe, hope it hasn't been too long that you forgot about me." Chloe said while shooting a smirk at Max, hoping it'll cheer her up a bit. She did get a small chuckle.
"Chloe, my god that's amazing. But please I need to talk to Max." Her voice was softer now, and a lot less panicked.
The punk looked over to Max, signalling her if she wants to take the call. The brunette gulped and shook her head, with her arms wrapped around herself. Hating seeing her like this, Chloe sat on the bed as the hipster came over. Wrapping themselves around each other before continuing the phone call.
"She's… She's a bit shaken up right now, I don't think it's the best idea…"
"O… Okay, I understand that. Just tell her that me and her Dad love her and we hope she's fine… We also want her to come home, since Blackwell is a bit wrecked."
"No worries Mrs C, I'll talk to her about it a bit later. I don't think w- she has much more choice than that." Chloe sighed, not wanting to say 'we' because she wasn't sure if Ryan and Vanessa would even let her stay there.
"Thank you Chloe, please take care of her." Mrs Caulfield said with a hint of worry in her voice.
"Trust me, that's the only thing on my mind now." She smiled down at the younger girl in her arms before saying their goodbyes to one another and hanging up.
The punk didn't really know what to say, she'd lost her bestfriend once before to the damned city of Seattle and was getting a bit paranoid of it happening again. Chloe mentally slapped herself before thinking, 'Chloe you dumb piece of shit, the only thing this girl has done since you were re-united was save your ass night and day. She sacrificed a fucking town for you!'
The pair remained seated on the king sized bed, holding each other tightly and not muttering a word, though Chloe knew they had to move soon if they wanted to make it to Seattle before nightfall. If Max wanted to go that is.
"Max." The bluenette looked down to the smaller girl as she looked back up, their eyes connecting. "Dude, I think you know what I'm gonna ask." A slight nod is the reply.
"We don't have much choice, even with two grand. It won't last us long…" There were a few seconds of silence before she spoke again. "But Chloe, are you sure you want this? It's not too late to go back to Arcadia Bay and-" She began to ramble before the punk placed a finger on her lips.
"Max…*sigh* We can't go back, there's nothing back there for us… Yes, my mom might be alive, but I dunno… I can't drag you back into hell after everything, we'll always be together." Chloe finished with a sad smile on her lips.
"Forever." Max said with a squeeze of the punks' hand.
The Pair remained in each other's arms for a good half an hour, before the punk slowly removed herself (with great effort) from the photographer's arms. Before their lips connected for a passionate kiss in which they both melted into, as the whole world was forgotten for the slightest moment.
"Well Mad Max, time to hit the road with your trusty sidekick and first mate." Chloe looked at her with a playful smirk, as the brunette giggled.
"You're more of a nerd than you think first mate." Max shot back afterwards as they begun to clean the room up slightly, and packing any belonging they had into the rusty pick-up. Making their way into a new adventure, a new beginning.
An hour later, at the motel…
A silver 4 seater car pulled up, with the paramedic's running to action towards the car as a man emerged from the driver's seat.
"Sir! Sir! Are you okay? Are you injured anywhere?" The first paramedic asked as the other began opening his first aid kit.
"No, No. I'm fine, I was somewhere safe when the storm hit." He said as the paramedics began their check-up on him, when he asked. "Are there anymore survivors? Anyone who came through here?" Raising an eyebrow at the end.
"Yes, two girls came through here, left about an hour ago that way." One said pointing off in the direction away from Arcadia Bay. As the man stood and looked off into the distance, thinking and wondering, as officer Dixon tapped him on the shoulder.
"Excuse me Sir, may I ask a few questions? ..."