*Edited Breanna's POV A rattling from her window woke her up to realize that the windows were wide open, a big gust of wind rushed causing her to shiver. She could have sworn she closed it before napping. Breanna hated taking naps in the afternoon anyway, it always left an unpleasant head ache afterwards. Shuffling to her feet, she walked over to pull it close, when she heard a silent shutter sound. Thinking the sound was from her neighbors, she fixed the lock and tried to sleep again, but as tired as she still was, she couldn't seem to go back to sleep, it was a miracle she had even slept in the first place. Breanna didn't get a wink of sleep the night before, the monsters of the night came in their thousands to make sure she was miserable the next morning. The day Jack would have been twenty-four. She used to think she didn't have anymore tears left to shed, but even after months, she still did. So she cried, blaming herself for his demise yet again, there was no other way to s

*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 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

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

*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