Shawna"His ass is nice. Not too big, not too small.""Hmmm." "Yes, but I think his eyes are the best. They are almost gray.""Hmmmm.""You ladies quite done?"Candice, Lyla and I break apart from the entrance of the kitchen where we were just caught checking out Demon, the Nightmare Warriors newest patched in member. The man is muscles upon muscles and has the attitude of a prison guard, but holy guacamole, the man is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Well, besides Max."Sorry Demon, we're just bored. Have you heard from Austin yet?""Nothing yet darlin' sure he will be here soon." He goes back to making his coffee but turns back around when he notices we have returned to our favorite program of starring at his ass."Like being eye fucked and all, but doubt your men would appreciate it." He says smirking in our direction and holy shit the man looks good with a smile. Someone needs to have a baby with that man, stat."Oh right, yeah sorry. I'm going to go and stare at the do
MaxThe hard wood under me creeks as I lift my body off the cold bench. I rub my shoulders as I sit all the way up and adjust my eyes to my surroundings.It's cold, and foggy and I can feel a little wetness on my cut, most likely laying in the damp grass all night long.It's been two days since I have been released and from the moment I got out and got away from Onyx, I've been completely drunk. It's ironic that I wound up at a park that I used to imagine bringing my kids to. It's the same one mom used to take Austin and I to before we would go and visit dad at the compound. Often times Shane would be there with us, but right now, it merely feels like a lonely, cold, desolate place.I hate that I have returned back to the pathetic drunk that would drink each and every time something bad would happen, but after the news I got two days ago, I think I'm about due for this.Two days before"So it's your cocaine huh Stone?""Yep.""And since when have you been doing cocaine?""Al
Shawna"You knocked him unconscious?" I shout at Austin as he bends down to collect more glass on the floor.The place is a mess, glass scattered everywhere from the alcohol knocked over, tables overturned from them trying to wrestle Max down, and decorations separated from the walls. Candice has actually been a pretty good trooper about the whole thing and is not only helping to clean up but has everyone laughing by making jokes about how someone should have told her how lame the theme was."Had no choice." Austin states calmly making me want to smack the back of his head."You had no choice? He's your brother Austin, and he had just poured his entire heart out to you about what he went through over there." My voice cracks as I recall everything I heard Max telling Austin.After all the commotion, Abby, her boyfriend Jason and I, went to the windows where we saw them trying to subdue Max. He wanted me, all he wanted was to speak with me and they wouldn't give that to him. I was s
Max"Hey brother. Thought we could use a talk." I say as I take a seat in the damp green grass.The smell of summer whiffs through the air as a nearby landscaper plants some flowers next to the administration's office.I pull some small weeds that have started to grow since the last time I was here. It's strange knowing I was here not too long ago hung over and angry that he had left me, but after screaming out in agony how badly I was hurting and having not only my brother hear me, but everyone from the club, I feel different."You know, you could have told me you had a brother, but judging by how fuckin' crazy he is, I'm guessing that's why you decided to keep him under wraps." I joke feeling more and more like myself.This morning I woke up in my bed at the clubhouse and knew where I had to be. I left around five this morning, catching a cab to my house to grab my bike and heading straight here. I left my phone back at the clubhouse with a note saying I just needed a few hours.
ShawnaJulian has come in every few hours to visit me.The first time, he brought me into the other cell, located right next to the one I woke up in, and sat me down on the filthy chair and strapped me down. I tried fighting him but he proved easily I could be overtaken by him and his size.To say fear racked through my body at an alarming rate was an understatement. I was petrified he was going to do something I wasn't so sure I would be able to walk away from, but instead he merely walked away and returned with food and water. Maybe he didn't get the whole torture thing but I wasn't complaining. I ate the dry sandwich and swallowed down the half bottle of water with gratitude.The second time he came in, he let me pee, which was as disgusting as it sounds. He seemed different, almost frustrated but kept his cool. His cargo pants were dirty and he had some stains on his green shirt but nothing looked like blood so I had to believe he didn't have anyone else somewhere in this hell
MaxMemories are a strange notion.I remember small bits and pieces of my childhood. Moments of my brother and I swinging in the backyard or walking to school together in the morning. I remember our Christmases, or the time we decided to make thanksgiving dinner for mom which ended in a disaster when we nearly caught the house on fire. I remember when I got the call about dad's death, and the moment I met Shawna. But, as I walk slowly down the corridor that is filled with filthy cell after filthy cell, the same memory kindles inside me on constant set of repetitive notions.The first time my squad was on assignment to go around a city and make sure there was no danger. I was petrified, worried that any little mistake could not only cost me my life, but the lives of my brothers. The army trains us to be brave, to make a life changing decision in the blink of an eye, but it doesn't teach you not to be human. So, naturally your main worry is that your human aspects will make a turn for
ShawnaI let the beat of Alessia Cara's Stay overwhelm me.My body moves to the new rhythm as I try and remember the steps I created in my head last night when I went to sleep. I round my neck slowly as the song begins and just as her voice fills the room, my hips circle moving quickly into each notion. The beat quickens and I lean my body into different forms.Ten minutes later I lay on the floor in a sweaty mess as the song goes on and on. I tap my chin with my finger thinking of how much better this dance would be if I had a male partner. I have to look into where and when I would have to most likely host auditions.I hear footsteps coming up the stairs and it aligns with the occasional thump. I smile thinking of Miss O'Neal walking up here to tell me to cut off the 'rap music'. She hits the last step then switches the iPod player off."You know, you should be resting that foot of yours." I yell out with my eyes still closed."I could same the same thing to you little missy. Are you
"Okay everyone, take your places and make sure you're all showing your beautiful smiles." I say as I walk around and check everyone's form.The curtain should be going up soon and I want to make sure they are all in their right places. This is the second showing we have done and the first one went down very well. After the first showing a week ago, I have had about fifty different sets of parents that wanted to be a part of my classes. It's been a successful few months and I couldn't have been happier with the success of the studio."Miss Shawna, your boyfriends here." Little Amanda sings as Max rounds the girls waving to them as he walks past them."Hey what are you doing here? I thought you couldn't make it.""Like I would miss one of your shows? I managed to get the bike finished sooner than I thought. Plus I wanted to see you in that tight little leotard." I roll my eyes at him and take the dozen pink roses he hands over to me.I lean in to kiss him, not being able to help myself a