Chapter three and the final part of the current story arch. I have plans for more and will be putting them together soon. I hope you have enjoyed everything up to this point, and would love to hear back from you.
Special Thanks to Bubba my amazing editor.
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Max snapped awake, holding his head as it throbbed and pounded in pain. Sunlight filtered in through the windows across the room, and he realized he was laying on his couch, still dressed from the night before. Grunting with effort he sat up seeing an empty glass cup on the floor next to a empty bottle of Jack Daniels Whiskey.
Groaning softly he ran his fingers through his blond hair, trying to focus, through the haze clouding his mind, struggling to remember the events from the night before. He remembered coming home with the bottle after the failed attempts at calling Tina....
Breathing deeply he remembered the last text message she sent him about leaving town and to take care of himself. Standing up from the couch, his vision swam causing him to stumble slightly, reaching out he caught the end of the coach steadying himself.
Slowly he made his way to the kitchen, determined to find some pain killers to stop the awful headache that lanced through his alcohol soaked mind. Max stood silently in the kitchen mentally berating himself for getting so drunk that he couldn't remember what he had done. Taking the pills in his hand, with a glass of water, he slowly made his way towards his bedroom.
After stripping and taking a long hot shower, Max started to feel a bit more alert, but while in the shower he battled with waves of nausea which threatened to send him huddling over the toilet like a college kid at a frat party. Walking into the bedroom he stood staring at the bed, which was still left in shambles from the evening with Tina.
Shaking his head slowly making his way into the closet to get changed, he made a mental note to take his bedding to the cleaners. Dressing quickly in a pair of faded blue jeans and a dark blue t-shirt, he walked over to the bed and stripped the blankets off leaving them in a pile at the foot of the bed.
Thoughts of her still drifted through his mind, unanswered questions haunted each through; why had she left? What had he done to drive her away so abruptly? Sighing softly he walked back into the living room picking up the empty bottle and glass. He spent the next several hours just keeping busy cleaning his apartment. Trying in vain to just keep his thoughts at the task at hand, instead of her.
Max was stuffing the last of the bed sheets into a large cloth sack he used to take his clothes down to the laundry. He was walking into his living room to get his wallet when a very quiet knock sounded from the front door. It was so quiet that Max stood silently in the living room trying to figure out if he had heard it or if it had been a figment of his imagination. Shaking his head, he took a step but stopped when he heard the sound again. Turning he walked towards the door, opening it he glanced out, and his heart froze for an instant, he felt his pulse race as he saw Tina, standing in the door way giving him a nervous smile.
"Hi...Max" she whispered looking up at him with her piercing blue eyes, which were red and blood shoot from recent tears. His heart was hammering in his chest, he felt his hands shaking, and a small part of him was screaming for joy, while another part of him was seething with rage.
"Hey.." he replied trying to keep his voice even, masking his mixed emotions. He made no motion for her to enter, and she made no move towards him, only dropping her eyes to the ground searching for something unseen.
"Max....I.. I am sorry about last night." She whispered fingering the zipper of her blue lightweight jacket. She was wearing a red t-shirt, blue jeans with a large duffel bag on the floor next to her.
Max's rage won out the battle of his emotions, when she mentioned the events of the previous night. He fought back his desire to shout her down, tell her how much she had hurt him, how used he felt. Swallowing past the lump in his throat, "It's fine, I understand." he replied hearing the quivering anger in his own voice.
'Fuck if he understood why she had done it!' he thought to himself feeling his anger rising clutching the door he resisted the urge to slam the door in her face, and walk away from this whole mess.
"Max It's not fine, you don't understand...." she pleaded taking a step toward him. "I...I know it was wrong what i did last night, but I freaked out."
"Why?!" he asked sternly
"Cause I was afraid of..." she let the words trail off nibbling on her lower lip.
"Of What?!" Max could feel his anger reaching the breaking point, his mind swirled with thoughts of slamming the door shut or screaming at her, anything to get her to explain why she was being so cryptic.
Tina shook her head sniffing loudly and whipping her eyes with the cuff of her jacket. "That I was falling in love with you." she whimpered.
Max felt his emotions come to a screaming halt, standing in shock trying to process her last remark. Guilt sweep over him, realizing that saying that line alone had been a very large hurdle for her to overcome.