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Would You Carry Me To The End?

Backstories

Franks POV

Every second since that encounter, Max hasn't said a word. She hasn't eaten, I haven't seen her sleep, it's been days.
I decided I'm gonna try asking about her sister again. But I'm really going to need to gather my courage if I can pull that off. The silence is sending bad messages. I don't wanna push. (That's what she said)
I know where she is, I think, upstairs in the empty attic. We haven't put anything in there for years, but she seems to be pulled to it.
I hurry up the stairs and down the hallway, where another set of silent stairs leads behind a door. I open it and se her in the empty corner, curled up into herself.
"Max?" I say. She looks up and I can see the faint smudges from her eyeliner, when she wiped the silent tears away earlier, I'm guessing.
She doesn't respond, but I walk over to her.
"Look, I know you probably dot wanna talk about this...at all...but please, could you at least tell me what happened between the two of you?" I had to say it in between breaths. This could be a solution or disastrous.
She looks up at me and I sit down next to her, wrapping my arm around her thin shoulders.
"Do you want to know what happened between me and Renee?" she asks, quietly.
In shock at hearing her words, I quickly pull back.
It might not seem like that much, reading it, but for me, it was a complete surprise. She hasn't spoken in so long, that I started to think she went mute for good. But now she speaks.
I nod.
"Fine." she struggles to find the words to explain something she probably can't even express, I'd its as bad as it seems. "I don't even know why it's a secret anymore." And taking a deep breath, she begins to tell.
"I was 18, and the apocalypse had just started. It was still in the early, manageable stages. No one was worrying. My family were on a small trip for a couple months. I was staying with my sister. She was fine, like she used to be, nothing unusual. But then she started acting weird.
She was running low on money, and even though she'd always been struggling financially, this is when it really started to take a toll on her. She needed that money, and was willing to do anything for it. That's when it all crashed down.
That day she brought a man over to the house. He was around my age, and looked pretty rich. Apparently he invented some fake 'zombie antidote' and got millions from it. Fxcking liar.
But there was one thing he hadn't gotten yet, and was willing to pay thousands for. That thing...was me."
He was willing to pay for her? What does she mean by that? I rack my brain for some explanation, but then it finally hits me. My eyes widen in shock and I can practically see it all in my head.
"Yeah, I know. She used me like I was an 19th century whore. Every night for weeks. And eventually he started to bring more people. For the exact same reason.
I just got used to it. But every day I still wanted to refuse. I lost the tears, but kept the state of mind.
But there was one thing that pushed me over the edge. Apparently I wasn't good enough anymore. I was tired. And there was another client that wanted that. But this one wasn't 18, he was...36....
I refused. Who wouldn't? It was sick, disgusting just thinking about it. And when I refused, he took me into a room, and hit me.
Over and over again. And not just a small hit, no, he felt the need to lodge his pounding fist into every open inch of my body..."
I can't even comprehend all of it. All this time I thought she lived out in the open forever. I never actually thought she had a troubled past...
"What happened...next?" I ask hesitantly.
"I knocked him out, sped to where my sister was enjoying her newfound money and whipped a crowbar against her chest. I told her exactly what he did, I told her never to speak to me again and got the hell out of there."
She's not saying, or frowning, she just has a blank, distant expression.
"And now you know." she says, standing up and heading back downstairs, not saying a single word...

Notes

WHAT'S UP MY KILLJOYS?

So, kinda filler-y, but I wanted to create a backstory for the character. What do you guys think? Whatdoya think'll happen between Max and her sister? What will Frank do? Questions questions and more questions. Yeah...But eventually, I can give you guys a little sneak peek at a later chapter by saying that this issue will eventually be dismissed, but return in a different way....SUSPENSE! Not really....
And by the way, this can be pretty controversial to some people, so if you're gonna make fun of what's begin talked about then please leave, this story isn't for you.
Really, hope you guys enjoy. Please comment rate and subscribe , it really helps me out a lot. Thank you so much for clicking. Happy Reading ^_^

Comments

@bchemicalromance
Thanks :)

TBPAlterEgo TBPAlterEgo
8/12/14

nice chapter!! hope you feel better!!

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