And we are caught up!. Long time no see!, what up?!. Um, so, next chapter might take a while.........i'm sorry, but i sincerely can't help it. What do you think about the chapter?. The infamous Daisy lives!.....but no, Daisy has no sequel, I would love to, but its going to be a big project that I am certainly not going to take on. If Daisy has a sequel, all the other girls should do too. See? Anyway, from this you can predict what will happen in the next chapter, but there is a twist!, an old character will resurface!. Guess who it is?. If you find any errors, kindly point it out. Thanks!. Love, Bee.
"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 the les
MAX'S POV Max 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.
There 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 straighten it,
*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 description of brutal killings, fights and other disturbing images. ******************* Breanna's POV Every one in the dressing room made a run for it, screaming out their lungs. Chaos ensued. The door burst open a second later and two men in black came in, she quickly recognized them from earlier. Her survival instincts kicked in and she quickly tucked herself under a table as the men opened fire, silencing the screams of the girls, shooting every living thing in sight.A girl rolled to the floor, beside her, eyes wide open, a bloodied hole in her head, her chest had burst open. Clutching her legs, Breanna bit down her scream as blood splashed to her.Watching silently as their black boots began to retreat after a quick sweep of the place. She muttered the lords prayer in one shaky breath and waited till she was sure they had gone far enough before crawling out of the table.Shaking, she looked around, not a single person was spared, bodies splayed o
*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 Breanna's POV "Where are you going?." She heard him call out, as she limped across the street. "Home!." She let out a deep breath. "They finished questioning me!." She called back with a grunt as pain shot through her side. He jogged over to her. "You need to go back to the hospital." She watched him give her a once over, eyes lingering on her side. "No." "Why?." He asked as she resumed walking, hot on her heels. "Wilson, Wilson!, Wilson!!." "Leave me alone!." "You can't even make it to the other side of the road!, so no, I won't leave you alone!." He raised his voice, puffing out a deep breath before he continued. "Why don't you want to go to the hospital?." "Because, unlike you, some of us have to work to live!, okay!." She paused, the breeze tugging at her hair. "To pay tuition, to pay house bills, to pay hospital bills for our father!, some of us don't have it easy and quick in life and become a professor at 29, which was why some us had to start stripping in th
*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