Hola amigos!, Double update baby!. This wasn't supposed to be a chapter on its own, its Max's only the POV, but Breanna's was already too long, so i had to split. Don't forget to comment and leave a review!. See you later. Love, Bee.
Breanna POV*edited"Then of course I witnessed the most horrible thing any human can witness, I was beaten and assaulted it traumatized me. You say you love me but you had many chances to tell the truth, to explain to me even if I didn't understand or believe you. Tiana was not a great person, but at least she gave her life for me. That shows much more love than I ever thought you showed me." "All your lies only proved that you never trusted me or trusted what we shared, that it could be tested and tried. You already concluded that we'd fail but jokes on you, we were put on the biggest trial and failed."Breanna shook her head now fully crying. "No I kept the truth from you because you were a struggling student dealing with the trauma of losing her best friend, dealing with the weight of finally have a choice for the first time all your life." He shook his head."Do you remember what you told me,?"He continued without her reply."Why you didn't want to ask for the Dalhousie intern
Breanna's POV*editedDinner was pleasant.The battle of the fastest. That what things soon turned into. One minute she was at dinner with Max and the next minutes, she was at brunch with Stan.Anna's eyes drifted to the traffic on the road as she finished the rest of her coffee. Stan had gone up to the front to pay and use the rest room, leaving her to her thoughts. She didn't think she'd ever find herself in a love triangle, yet here she was.Even though she had done a great deal of healing in the past three years, some things stayed deeply rooted in her heart. Like the feeling of not deserving of love. What she had thought was once pure true love turned out to be deceit. Maxwell had deceived her, used her, in the worst way possible and now she questioned if she would ever be deserving of true love or if she was bound to being constantly used.Stan on the other hand, had done nothing to make her distrust him yet she couldn't bring herself to fully open up to him.Her phone rang out
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