Chapter 37

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Damien:

It's been about two weeks and a half since I've been promoted as a detective.

I knew it be more exhausting, I just never thought how mentally drained one would get.

My first case was a robbery at a convenience store that led to three people getting shot and killed. I already had the suspect in hands, but needed more proof to show that he was the guy in order to take him down without the case getting closed on me. I'd be down right pissed not having able to give justice to the victims family.

Even though my career was taking up alot of my time, I still managed to see Max as much as I could. We would usually see each other after hours when there wasn't so many people roaming around the streets. I felt sort of guilty for having her do that, but she shrugged it off saying it was no big deal and that her mom was ok with it.

I had a feeling she wouldn't even ask for permission and ended up sneaking out for some reason. I couldn't be certain though, she's always so secretive about her family and her personal life around me. She simply had no desire in talking about anything that had to do with her. And it bothered me a bit.

I rested my chin on my thumb and index finger as I vividly remember our first time in the hotel room. My other hand was gently tapping the pen I was using on the table.

I bite the inside of my mouth to hold in a groan. With all the women I've been with, I have never experienced that type of passion and sex like the ones I've had with that little brat.

I smile picturing her face.

I still haven't manage to brake her the way I usually do with my past women. I must admit, she's tougher than I thought. I truly underestimated her,I'm dealing with a hard nut to crack. It was as if a thick sheild hovered around her and I needed to know why.

Max was so different from any other person I've met that it intrigued me in such a way. She rarely showed any type of emotion, good or bad. It was hard to tell if something was bothering her, another thing was how little she smiled. Sure she'd throw me her smug smiles and wicked smirks that made me want to pull on her hair and fuck it right out of her. But I almost never saw a real genuine smile from her.

But giving the tiny bit of facts that I gathered about that girl. She wasn't about to straight out tell me what was going on even if I asked her nicely, that much I knew. It was stomething that I would have to investigate myself.

I hear the shuffling of footsteps from across my new desk I was given, and see my bestfreind, Jason bending down as he reaches for my mug filled with coffee that's been forgotten and now probably cold.

I truly started to miss the annoying bastard. After becoming detective we wouldn't see each other much since he would be out patrolling. He actually got partnered off with Liam, the rookie I was 'mentoring' for a couple of days.

I looks up at him with a constructive brow as he takes a good chug from my old coffee. He suppresses a gag noise and spits the black brew back in the cup, along with his sputum. "Ugh! I kinda threw up in my mouth a lil bit" he fans his face dramatically with his hands.

I laugh softly, "How are you a cop?" I ask in all honesty

"Cus I fail med school" he answers sitting down on the chair that's provided across from my desk.

"So, how's your case going so far?" He asks

I let out a sigh as I toss my pen on the folders i had next to me. "Do you know what I would do if I was president?" I ask, pointing my finger at him.

"Uh.... Legalise marihuana?" He pauses and I scowl

"No wait that's what I'll do if I become president" he retorts

"I'd change how the system works" I answer him. "You know I got the suspect in custody from the case I'm working on, but he'll be able to walk out a free man because we don't have sufficient evidence to hold him. I mean, I got two eyewitnesses that put that fucking prick right in the crime scene, not only that but the bastard was recorded on camera from the deli three blocks away from the store he shoot up ten minutes before the store got robbed" I lick my lips from the dryness then continue my ramble session "all because I don't have the murder weapon or his prints on anything." I let out a long breath.

Jason gives me a sympathetic smile getting ready to give me his same inspiring ass pep talk that never made any sense to me in the first place.

Fortunately for me Captain Smith had came out of his office walking to the direction we were in.

He stops next to my desk with a wrinkled frown on his face directed specially for Jason. "Officer Erick you and I need to speak about the incident that occurred not too long ago" he states with a firm voice. I recognize the red and blue tie he wore proudly with his navy blue suit. It was a birthday gift from my father's. Them both being big Cubs fan, my father thought appropriate in getting him a tie of the team's color. But it wasn't just any red and blue tie, in the back of it was the autograph of Captain Smith's favorite baseball player, Ernie Banks.

Before saying anything else, Jason shoots up from the chair "It was an innocent mistake Capt., and it won't happen again" Jason defends, his face looked serious but in all reality, he was choking in his laughter and ready to burst.

I stay looking between the two of them curiously wondering what my best friend had gotten himself into this time.

Regardless of Jason's exuce, Captain Smith did not look satisfied with his answer "You left your partner behind in your domestic disturbance call. You forgot about him inside the house of a crazy cat lady along with her fifteen cats and pissed off roommate." He argues

I look down raising my hand to my mouth to stiffle my laughter, and I see Jason biting his lip to keep in his smile, clearing his throat before speaking. "It won't happen again Sir" he promises

"Yes well it most certainly won't. I can't have my officers making idiotic errors such as this one, or playing your little games. Your partner Liam isn't a rookie anymore, so enough with the pranks. Understand?" He raises a grey brow at a sorry Jason.

Jason nods "yes sir, promise, scouts honor" he states, raising up his hand and making a weird hand gesture that looked like something from Star Trek.

Our captain rolls his eyes at him "I'll be keeping an eye on you Mr. Erick" he narrows his eyes after. "You know what they say, never trust a man with two first names" he states turning back to his office.

Jason slaps a hand to his chest, creating a high pitched gasps that I've never heard been done by a grown man "Captain, I'm offended!"

"Good, now back to work" he looks at the both of us followed by others that ended up walking past him "all of y'all"

We only nod and do as we were told.

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MAX:

I finish the last drag of my cigerett then flick it to the ground, stepping on the bud until the sparks were fully out. I stopped smoking weed for the fact that I had no money for it, and cigarettes were a cheaper buy. After a while though, I began to enjoy the nicotine a whole lot more.

It was after school but me and the gang didn't end up going. It wasn't an important day for them and we decided to spend the school day at Sophies. Something that rarely happens. Lets just say her parents weren't big fans of ours.

Soon after, they had gotten home from work. Meaning we all had to start leaving and getting back to our own sack of life's.

Mason had been spending more time with his girl. She started spending the nights more often, and I decided to give them their space and start staying back at my devil's nest.

Which is where I was right now, hoping that the damn door wasn't locked.

I turn the knob from the door and it creeked open from the old rusted screws that needed oiling. Strangely it surprised me that it was open. Usually Kayla, my mother, had an ass ton of locks on the door to keep nosy neighbors out. She didn't like anyone outside of the family to know what a junkie she truly was. How classy of her.

I close the door behind me as the smell of the house hits me fast. It smelt of mildew and cigerett, maybe a little bit of corn chips was mixed around in the odors. I don't know, that must have been just me being hungry.

I walk to the living room where the old perfume bottle I use to spray around was and start to spritz it at the air. It didn't smell all that the great, but it was something.

I hear shuffling around the tiny spaced kitchen and curse. I hated getting home after her. At least when I would come home early I would get the chance to grab some type of food that be lurking in the kitchen, run to my room, lock the door and pretended to not exist for the sake of Kalya.

But in unfortunate days such as this one when she slept in or simply didn't go to work for the day, I ended up having to see her when I got here from school, and walking into a battle with her of 'how many hits does it take to get to the center of Max Blacks nerves.'

All I wanted was for her to leave me alone. But she loved fucking with me.

When I was six years old I remember how I would wish for her to stop yelling at me and love me, then by the age of eight I would look up at the stars, hoping they'd grant my wish for my mom to at least give me a hug once in a while, or if that was so much to ask, for her to at least leave the scraps of the meals she ate on the table instead of the trash, so it wouldn't be so icky for me to eat it afterwards. I still remember as clear as day how she would make me watch her eat. Her maniacal grin would grow wider when I began to cry because my stomach kept crying itself for food. I would walk to the fridge to grab anything I could snack on, but was prized with a heavy hand on my hair, pulling me back and away from the food then back to standing in front of her.

"You don't need anymore food than what you get at school, little girl. You're already a fat nobody." She so bluntly called me. "No, you get to sit here and watch me eat. If you stay very still without your stomach growling like a fat little porky pig, then maybe I'll give you a drumstick." But I guess I never stayed still enough for her. Fast forwarding to when I was ten and a half, I had wished for her to stop hitting me with her favorite instrument she used on me. It was a black rod that had a rubber or leather like texture, its was braided at the end with a few lose strands dangling at the tip. I'd rather her hit me with anything else instead of that, hell even a punch was better then that fucking thing. But she liked it, she liked how red and swollen my skin would get when she'd use it. She'd find any little thing I'd do wrong and used it against me. She would say that she was only disciplining me so I wouldn't misbehave anymore. That every parent did this to there children. They'd discipline them. And for a long long time I'd believed her, I'd believed that was she was doing to me was normal. She was only disciplining me like the rest of the parents in the world. So that wish didn't come true either, because she kept on hurting me with that fucking lash for years. Her favorite spot to whack me in was my outer and inner thighs. I remember how disgustingly scary my legs looked after her lashes. They stayed red and sore for days before they started looking scaly with a tint of brown. The scars she caused me soon started to fade with time, along with my pain tolerance. Now all they looked like were little small stretch marks, but they weren't and I'm the only one that knew that.

By my pre-teen years I had burned that whore of a whip one night when she was working a double at a titi bar. Of course I had gotten beaten for doing it, but at least it wasn't with that horrible rod. At that age I didn't believe in wishes any more. But if they really did exist, I'd thought, then what I wanted wasn't for Kayla's love anymore, but for her to leave me the hell alone, or drop dead.

I hear her footsteps that were coming from the kitchen and into the living area. My mother's sunken eyes meet my dull ones. She still wore the tight leather outfit I'd seen her in since yesterday morning, her eye make up was smudged and crusty looking. She looked like shit, and dangled a bottle of beer in her fingers. She took a small sip of the beverage before returning back inside the kitchen. I hear a muffled voice followed with Kaylas respond. "Don't worry it was no one. How bout another slice of pizza" She giggled.

I roll my eyes and turn to the direction of my room. Fuck her, fuck who ever was with her, and fuck her pizza too. Hope they both choke on it and die so I could finish the rest, I grunt to myself as I lock the door too my room.

I let myself fall onto the springy mattress, not bothering to remove my jacket or boots. I didn't even want to be here in the first place, but I'm a minor and dumb as rocks. Where the fuck would I possibly go?

I stay staring at the black mold on the corner of the ceiling, soon closing my eyes with a heavy sigh. In the darkness of my mind, Damien's strong face appears lighting up my bleak thoughts. I sigh even heavier. I think I'm starting to like the man. I groan, I was only hoping for a few good fucks here and there. But the feeling of him thinking the same of not wanting anything else made me bite my tounge in annoyance.

Still, I wasn't completely sure about what we were. He hadn't really ask me to be his girlfriend. Do people still do that now? Ask each other out then become official. I don't know, I've never been too long into a relationship to find out.

Regardless, I hadn't fooled around with anyone since I've been fucking Damien. And Imma hoe, so that says alot. Plus I didnt need another dick when I already have Officer Wess's thick one.

Whatever the fuck me and that sexy cop of him were, I knew he wanted more of it too.

I say that because one time I accidently on purpose over heard a phone call. He spoke lowly to the person, saying "I'm sorry I don't think you should be calling me any more. I'm trying my best not to be rude to you but I dont need you blowing up my phone because you can't get the hint when ones ghosting you."

I had grinned like a devil when I heard that.

I just hope that even though I'm catching something for that guy, it ends up just being a sex thing, a good sex thing. nothing more and nothing less.


I just had way too much baggage for him, or for anyone. I'd probably end up doing something stupid and fucking up like always.

If there's one thing I wholeheartedly agreed on with Kayla, was how much of a screw up I was. All I was for a guy was a piece of ass, a good fuck. Just that, nothing more. "You're a nobody Max. No one will ever love you, you're just a trash on the side of the road. You ruined my life. You destroy anyone and anything that crosses your path. You took my happiness away. My life eneded when yours began."


I mean if I couldn't even make my own mother happy and love me. What makes me think I'll be able to make someone else happy?

I'm just not girlfriend material, I'm not fragile, innocent, sweet, kind or caring. I'm rough, raw, blunt, rude and cold. And I like it that way.

I hadn't notice the vibration of my phone through the bed from me being so deep in thought. I dig into my pocket and flip it open. I had a couple of messages that marked unread.

Damien Wess: How is it that I can't find you on any social medias?

Damien Wess: Not that I'm trying to see what stuff you post or anything.

Damien Wess: Also, why do you take so long to message back?

Troy: Send nudes 🙏🍌

I stay laying on my bed as I reply to Damines messages and ignoring Troys.

Me: first, I have no social media. Second, I have an old phone.

It took about three or so minutes to get the next message . In the meantime, I had gotten up and searched through my drawers for some protein bars I would keep in my room to snack on . Lucky me I had two unopened bars left.

Damien Wess: What teenager doesn't have any social media accounts?

I roll my eyes while I stuff the brownie flavored bar in my mouth. The reason I don't have any of that is because I simply dont have any type of technology to do so. I'm lucky enough to have this old phone. And all its good for is talking, texting, and taking old blurry pixiled pictures. And I'm fine with it.

But he doesn't need to know all of that.

Me: Me I guess..

Damien Wess: Interesting. So jumping off topic, How has your day gone so far?

Me: Good

Damein Wess: Come on Max, you gotta give me more than that..

Me: Really good.

Damien Wess: real funny

Damien Wess: let me take you to school tomorrow.

My eyes widened and I chocked on the dry ass protein bar I was eating. I am NOT about to show this fool how and who I live with.

Me: yea ok. Thanks

I didn't know what else to say. I'll figure a away out of it in the morning.

We kept texting for a while longer. He's been starting to become more and more interested in my personal life. Fucking annoying as shit.

Asking if me being an only child was lonely or boring at times. Did me and my mom spent alot of time together, or if my parents were strict with me?

Like what the hell should I respond to that?

No I'm actually glad that no one else has to put up with the beatings and shoutings that my mother constantly does. Or, if you can call getting thrown empty or even filled up beer bottles to the head a mother and daughter activity? Cus then yea, there's a whole lotta mother daughter bonding up in this family. I didn't even want to think of my father. That's one part of my life I don't ever want to dig out.

It was getting all too personal again with his questions, that I decided to change the subject as always and began to ask about his sister, Jasmine, instead. To be honest, I did really want to know if she was ok. I hadn't spoken to her for a while, she's been missing a couple of days now in school. Something about her needing to go to some doctors for physical and evaluation exams. I didn't know exactly what she had only that she was anemic and would get more tired than a normal person would. I felt for the girl for some odd reason. I felt very protective of her and didn't like one bit the news about her.

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I hadn't notice when I had fallen asleep, or hung up on Damien for that matter. I turn my body to the side of the window checking if it was still dark outside.

It was.

I blindly feel for my phone on my bed but had no luck. With a grunt and a yawn, I stretch myself before getting up from bed.

I stay laying down mentally scolding my lazy ass to just wake up. So after about maybe fifteen minutes of just looking at the black ceiling, I do. Accidently

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