Okay, so as i promised, a new chapter!. Its a continuation of the the last, what do we think?. Are Max and Sloane truly over?, do we believe him?. Comment, like and leave a review!. Love, Bee.
*Edited Breanna's POV "Ugh!, this is the thirteenth request for recommendation to Hallhouise this week." Maxwell groaned, throwing his head back. Breanna laughed, her legs perched on his laps. They were seated in the backyard on the rocking love seat his grandparents used to spend all their time on. She felt incredibly special when he mentioned it earlier. "Even your handsome Stan emailed me." He said in a wrong over exaggerated accent, rolling his eyes. "Even if I decide to recommend anyone, its definitely not him." "Don't be mean." She gasped. "You can't blame him, everyone wants internship at Hallhouise." "Then why haven't you asked me yet?." He turned away from his laptop to her. Breanna narrowed her eyes at him with a smile assuming that he was joking. "Are you serious?." "Don't you want it?." "Well, I do, but if my hard work and grades are not enough for me to get in, then I don't want it." She shrugged. He went silent for a while, his eyes still on her as if regarding h
*Edited Breanna's POV "Crap!." She jumped out of the swinging chair, a hand on her hair she ran, he was hot on her heels, but they didn't make it before the rain soaked them, Brenna began to shiver immediately, the heat from before disappeared. "Wait here, let me get towels. " He said and rushed in, leaving her in the kitchen. The Tv and record players was playing something she recognized as a Mozart violin orchestra, she heard it once back in high school in the museum the school took her class to. There was this really musical kid that identified it and was ranting off to his friends that his personal music teacher could play that piece, his friends stared at him as he spoke wide eyes and mouth drinking in his lie. She could tell he was lying because he said his music teacher played 5 instruments but he never mentioned a violin. Breanna removed her shoes and pushed it to the back door, before Maxwell reappeared with Bear behind him, sniffing around for God knows what. "You're
*Edited Breanna's POV Waking up with a jolt, she winced as the brightness of the room burned her eyes, the sound of loud clanking filled her ears followed by a few curses. Sitting up, she winced again as pain attacked her lower abdomen, she rushed to the bathroom with a curse. It was that time of the month. The trip to the bathroom was horrible, but luckily for her, the guest room had its personal one inside. Breanna looked around, but of course there were no pads or anything pad related, she needed to go home. She knew he was already awake and must have heard the water running because another sweat shirt was waiting on the bed as she stepped out. The shirt smelled like him, like mint and detergent, the scent had a strange calming effect, she never wanted to take the shirt off, now she knew why girls stole their boyfriend's clothes. She was never giving this back. The kitchen was almost up in flames when she appeared, a pile of burnt pancakes sat on the counter space, while he
*EditedBreanna's POV After ten more minutes of tossing around her bed, she was finally about to fall asleep when her phone rang.Breanna let out a long string of curses and she reached for the phone in anger, ready to toss it across the room, when her eyes caught a whiff of the caller ID.It was the mechanic, after the week of being stood up by Maxwell, she decided to save up to fix her car and now, weeks later, it was finally ready.It took a lot of mac and cheese for dinner, bagel and coffee for lunch, smoothies or nothing at all for breakfast, to save up enough. But she finally saved up enough even though she didn't think it could work again. After a quick conversation with the mechanic, she got ready to go pick it up. She had mentioned fixing her car to Maxwell before, he didn’t seem to happy with the idea, he insisted she didn't need it and even a tornado would not stop him from driving her to and from work. He even went ahead to offer to come pick her up from home to campus, w
This chapter contains strong language and refernce. *Edited Maxwell's POV Maxwell woke up with a start, his ringing phone pressed to her face. 'Ugh, I feel awful.' And like a hard blow, him memories came to him. He was on the floor of his room, having fallen asleep calling Breanna non stop, he would have gone after her, but he was high. He groaned as the sun attacked his eyes. Sloane came to his house that night, crying with a huge bottle of spirit that her baby's father just broke up with her after finding out that the baby was not his when she came out of jail. Then she lit a smoke and offered him a hit. It's just cigar, she said, but he should have known better. After that things spiraled out of control, Breanna came and found them in a compromising situation. She saw Sloane with his dick in her throat. Petra warned him to deal, but he chose to ignore it, he hadn't seen Sloane in five years he didn't think there was anything left there. Of course he was wrong, she came b
Trigger: This chapter contains strong language and physical abuse. Breanna's POV It was dark, her head throbbed, her lips felt chapped and dry, Breanna winced slowly as her tongue slowly graced over it. The air was hot, her hair glued to her forehead, while her clothes were drenched in sweat. She couldn't see anything, no matter how hard she tried to squint, there was absolutely no light coming into the room. It felt like a box, a large box. She tried to move only to realize that her wrists and legs were bound to the iron chair she was siting on, painfully tight with ropes. Breanna jerked violently, refusing to believe that she was bound, her back felt sore and her butt was numb, her body ached all over. When her hands and feet wouldn't budge, she tried to remember how she got here, wherever here was, how she became tied up in a dark hot place, with no windows, no doors. She was driving home from Maxwell's place - crying, having witnessed his ex, suck him off, she was driving w
*Edited Trigger : This chapter contains use of strong language through out. Maxwell's POV "I messed up Petra." Max burst into her office, pulling at his hair like a raging man. Petra shot up from her chair, walking over to him quickly. "What happened?......." She asked alarmed. "I fucked up!." "Calm down……what happened?." Petra asked again noticing his busted knuckles. "God, I'm stupid." "My heart can't take shit, I'm over here shaking a like who pissed his pants or was called to the principal's office, for someone extremely strong on the outside, I'm a mushy mess on the inside, it was fucking pathetic!, but I really don't care anymore, I just want to be sure that Wilson will not leave me, I can't fucking take another one!." He rushed out in one breath, his hands balled to a tight fist. "I don't understand you…….slow down." Petra tried to stop his ramble. He took in a deep breath and turned to punch the wall several times. "Max!." She called out in fright. He didn't stop t
*Edited Trigger: This chapter contains violence, use of substance and graphic description od sexual assault. Breanna's POV Breanna woke up, to find that she had been gagged, at this point she was sure, she had been missing for a few days. With no idea as to who whas behind this, why they wanted her or what they were going to do with her, she began to think of how to escape. Becuase quite frankly, nobody would come to save her, she didn't have any family, not coherent enough to help, anyway. Breanna thought of Maxwell for a while, but he had his own problems to deal with, she concluded, remembering how red his eyes were and the joint in his ex's hands. She would easily be the least thing on his mind. He didn't care about her, he had been lying the entire time, she would be the biggest fool on earth, if she for one second thought that he would try to help her. She needed to save herself. Breanna used to think she was done with life, but as her life began to lfash before her ey
Trigger warning: This chapter contains stroing language and references Breanna's POVBreanna kicked the door close behind her, with a thundering heart.All her efforts to not be bothered by him came to no avail, she even made sure her hotel was far on the other side of town to his house. She refused to leave her hotel room unless it was absolutely necessary.The number of times she thought she had seen him in the last few days was disturbing. Every where she would turned to, someone was dressed similar, was as tall, had same tone of hair and the most annoyingly, his large black Escalade!. Everyone seemed to have one now.But it was inevitable, they still had things to work out, it was clear after their conversation that they needed to now more than ever.He was still under the impression that there was anything left between them. She had long moved on, sure she still had feelings for him, those feelings don't automatically disappear, but she had no intention of rekindling anything the
MAX'S POVThere were times when it'd cross his mind that she'd return and never want anything to do with him again in her life. That he came into her life to cause her more pain than she was already experiencing early on in life.Still, Maxwell didn't think it'd be as heart wrenching as it was hearing her loud silence.It's true what they say. You never know what you have till you've lost it. He thought to himself. And now he had lost a precious gem. Would he ever be able to move on from this lose this time around?.Amidst his deep depraving thoughts Breanna replied."When I left, it was too hard to maintain." She began in a dry, cracking voice after a prolonged silence. His eye brows creased together, trying to understand her words. But as she tried to speak again, more tears filled her eyes."My hair." She motioned clearing her throat. His eyes following her every movement. "So I cut it all off, and when it began to grow, I wanted it out of the way so it was just easier to just strai
MAX'S POVMax brought a peach up to his nose for a quick sniff before dropping it into his cart as he continued his walk down the isle. As promised Martha, he planned a small dinner for the family, Cece and Steve, Petra and her husband, for a simple dinner and maybe poker.Only one problem to hosting his family, cooking. He took a left turn remembering where the spice isle was, as he came into the opening, the smell of fresh basil, paprika and other spices he could not pronounce hit his nose. But that was barely the surprise, his eyes lifted up, following the shadow of the person at the other extreme end of the isle, he stopped dead in his tracks.Standing there at the other end was Breanna. Just as beautiful as she was last night in his dreams. Her melanin skin seemed to have gotten a tan, glowing under the supermarket led lights. Her slicked back in a low ponytail."Hi." She waved dropping a bottle of honey in her basket."Brie." He called out to be sure he wasn't seeing things. A fe
MAX'S POV"Thank you all for making it tonight!." Cece said through the microphone from the large podium as a loud cheer ensued with clapping. Maxwell looked around the large room, pleased at the turn out of the night.He certainly did not expect this many people for the award, then again, many people have contributed to the cause and he was proud to be a part and one of the founding members of it. After the kidnap and the whole drama, Maxwell finally realized something.That in every career he ever chose, one thing was prevalent, helping people. At first it began as an act of revenge against the people that killed his grand father, but then along the way he met amazing people, in amazing circumstances that helped shaped his life and shift his focus.Sure he could have realized these things without the deaths and immense pain and hurt that came with it, but he was grateful for it all. Not many people had the privilege of being as successful or comfortable as he was early in life. Plus
*Edited Breanna's POV "Go home Breanna!." Ada shouted, pulling the large clear bag from her hand to drop it by a pile of other identical bags in the warehouse. "Ada!." Breanna cried, staring at her now empty hands. "Don't give me that look, you need to go pack." "We still have to sort out a whole truck of gift bags for the volunteers, there is so much to do." Breanna moved past her quickly, grabbing a cardboard box with random things sticking out of it. "We've got this, you have a flight in six hours, Breanna." Ada dropped the Ipad in her hand on the table to pack her sultry ginger hair into a bun. "Me, Wendy, O, and the girls have got this, all you have to do is go collect more money to keep this going." She pointed round the huge space. Standing in the middle of a large mess of stuff tossed everywhere, Breanna heaved. After the just concluded Africa outreach, they were left with hundred and thousands of gift wrapping and souvenir hand-outs to the volunteers that helped from
Maxwell's POV Three years later. Maxwell dropped to a squat, breathing heavily as he stopped before the huge statue in the middle of Grand park. Sweat trickled down his chest, soaking through the spandex material of his shirt. Bear caught up with him barely a second later and he smiled, scratching the dog behind his ears as reward. He checked the watch on his hand to stop, the timer with a grin. Beating his own record the third time in a row again in the month. After catching his breath a second longer, he called for Bear and they began their run back to the gym. After everything went to ruin three years ago, he quit his job with the University and with the CIA. He took his time to himself and finally handled all his issues with anger and the hurt he had bottled up for years, this time he didn't spiral out of control. He didn't know much about Breanna's whereabouts but he knew she wasn't missing or in any danger, that much was good enough. A long work out and shower later, his pho
*Edited Breanna's POV A month later. ( Right after Don's arrest not after Ma's two months, if that makes sense. ) "Thank you so much Dean Hansen." Breanna smiled as she shook his hand. He gave her a curt nod once and returned her smile as she left his office. Kenzie caught up just her just as she exited the building, teary eyed. Without a word, she pulled her into a hug. Breanna laughed. "I'm going to miss you so much." "I'm not leaving the earth Kenzie." Kenzie was about to retort when the sound of Jessica honking her horn interrupted them. "That's my ride." Breanna said to her friend. They already had a girls night and said their goodbyes because Cece was travelling with her boyfriend. So naturally, Breanna didn't prepare for another emotional farewell. "Call me once your plane lands okay?." Kenzie said, releasing her from the hug. Breanna nodded. "I said I wasn't going to cry." Kenzie cursed, wiping the corner of her eyes with her fingers. "Kenzie…" Breanna hugged her aga
*Edited Maxwell's POV Maxwell took a much needed two months leave from the university, his bullet wounds almost turned lethal because he ignored it for too long. But between making sure Breanna was okay and all the court shindig, he barely had any time for himself. Breanna relatively stayed away from him, and he couldn't blame her. She didn't return his calls, and was never home or at work every time he went looking. Her friends also did a good job at hiding her. Petra decided to become professional for once in her life and threatened to get a restricting order on him if he dropped by the clinic again. Martha also said Petra refused tell her anything when she asked. And Jessica who would have been of help, quit her job once again and left Lake Side. He later found out Breanna dropped all her psychology courses weeks after being discharged from the hospital, the Dean had called to ask him why one of his most promising students decided to drop all her courses. He stuttered all throug
*Edited Maxwell's POV Maxwell jerked awake, a grunt leaving his dry chapped lips as pain shot through his sides. He heaved a sigh of relief as his eyes found Breanna asleep on the hospital bed. Breanna had been right about the Bee factory, her tip was enough for the police to track the phone's IP adddress. He was not supposed to be there, it went against every work ethic, but there was no option of not going. It was not possible. Steve had to stow him away in the van of the CIA officers convoy on the condition that he stayed in the car and not interfere because his dad had talked to the DO to make sure he stay at home. Tech guy Zayn, as they called him now, was quick to find the previous owners of the factory since it had been sold about ten times over the years. The previous owners give them the original blueprint of the bee factory and access to CCTV footage of the bee factory of cameras that were still working anyways, in under 30 minutes. Perks of working with the CIA and Loca