Falling For Professor Caines

*Edited Breanna's POV The heels were killing her, pinching her toes, even with the bandage hack she saw on social media. Breanna muttered a curse under her breath. Picking up a mascara and the false lash she already smeared glue on, trying to multi task, she started to coat her eyelashes but ended up stabbing her self in the eye. She let out a yelp as the eye started to sting. "God I hate this job!." She threw everything down and cursed again. One year in, a whole year of stripping at 'Carl's strip club' and it still felt the same every night. She felt filthy. She watched herself in the mirror, scowling at her own image, the thick coat of make up on her face, her boobs pushed up, almost reaching her chin in the stupidly tight corset she wore under her tiny cow girl outfit barely reaching over her butt. A direct contrast to who she was outside the club on a daily basis. She was no longer the naïve young girl that came to the club a year ago desperate for money to pay her father's

*Edited This chapter contains language and strong reference. ****************** Maxwell's POV His vision swayed as he tried to move, he could feel the heat, he saw the bright red fire before him, the now open wall behind him. The rational thing was to run out as fast as possible, but he didn't. Which was crazy because he didn't really even know the girl or get along with her that much for him to second guess his own safety. He could hear the ambulance as they arrived, the men in uniform behind him shouting for him to run, but he hesitated. "Well fuck it!." He groaned, glancing behind him, before he darted for her, pulling her from under the large rock that hit her head and carried her in his arms. Another huge rock fell as something exploded again behind them. He looked back at their escape space which was now remarkably smaller, he could see more people had gathered outside, shouting for them to come out. A loud rumble came of more things falling, the floor shook. Walking qui

*Edited Maxwell's POV "We are here." He announced, unfastening his seat belt. She looked around warily. "I hope your new girlfriend wouldn't mind me being here." He paused, glancing at her, trying to decipher her words. "What new girlfriend?, I'm single, as far as I know." He muttered slowly. "Didn't mean to judge, but I've heard stories and I'm just trying to be careful." Eyes narrowed, he tilted his head, didn't smile or frown, but waited a beat before speaking. "No, you're good." The house was a small brown bungalow, the once pretty roses on the front porch now stood dying away in their pots. The roofs looked a little dated, like the other town houses that surrounded it, but the window and doors had been remodeled. As soon as the door opened, a large hairy beast attacked Professor Caines' legs barking. The dog perked up at the scent of another person, she smiled softly at the black hairy Newfoundland, that was now going round her feet sniffling, then he stopped suddenly and

*Edited Maxwell's POV A week later The day was hot and bright, not the best combo in Lakeside. After the crazy week with Breanna, he couldn't deny it, all he had thought about after she left on Sunday morning was how crazy the entire thing was. He felt awful and angry, that she was hurting and it may or may not be his fault. He had not been able to get her screams out of his mind, how she called out to her brother that night, how she kicked and shouted for him to wake up, he couldn't get the glare on her face to that officer that questioned her, out of him mind. He had not expected her to be in school the next Monday, like at all, he didn't want to seem impulsive or suspicious, he would have asked her to stay one more night in his house. He didn't know what was going on in her mind, what she was thinking, if she had another nightmare, but he was sure of one thing, she was choosing to ignore it, her being here only proved it. Immediately he saw her strut in for class, he desperate

*Edited Breanna's POV Just like the night before, and every day since it happened, she sat down in the living room, perfectly still as she stared into nothingness. The day had been extremely hard, from pretending to be alright, to a new five thousand word thesis she had to write, her car breaking down, the constant pain in her side, her landlady screaming insults at her and coming home to an empty apartment. It had not been the best. She had thought that by now, her eyes would be dry, that there would be no more tears. But her eyes proved her wrong, every time she came home, to his house, the house they had shared since she moved in with him. She cried. His presence lingered every where, it was his house after all, she had never cried so much in her entire life, but for course, she had never lost a brother before in her entire life. She wasn't sure if she wanted to continue with life, If she wanted to be in school, she couldn’t afford it anyway, she couldn't handle being constant