EXPLICIT LOVE ❇ MAXINE BAKER

chapter ten

Emily was completely wasted. She didn't take into account how much her tolerance would've changed after taking a break from drinking. She wasn't thinking straight, her emotions clouded everything. Still in her Halloween costume, she wandered down the street. 

Tears poured down her cheeks, erasing lines of the green face paint she put on before. But she didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore. She helped kill her father with a woman who had been lying to her since the beginning. Her life was ruined.

She was regretting everything. He didn't have to die. As much as it was hell she could handle his inappropriate comments and touching, it had been happening since she hit puberty. It was fucked up but it was what it was. Her mother never said anything, too scared of the man.

Georgia was supposed to be her savior. Get rid of the evil that loomed over Emily in her father. Take her away from her mother who couldn't care less about her mental health. As long as she had expensive clothes and an endless supply of pills she was happy.

But she wasn't saved, not at all. If anything it was worse. Sure she now had friends and a sort of girlfriend. But she was still drinking just as much, if not more, and doing drugs whenever she had the chance. And now there was the risk of being arrested for murdering her father.

It was her fault. Georgia didn't force her to help, she merely mentioned getting rid of the man and Emily jumped on the idea of ending his life. She could've left it all up to Georgia and gone with her birth mom. She was a shitty parent, but at least she wouldn't maybe be going to jail.

Emily had stopped walking without even realizing it, now sitting on a random curb. She had no idea where she was. She didn't know Wellsbury well enough yet. Stranded, drunk, in her costume, no phone, keys, or wallet. There was nothing she could do.

A sob escaped her lips as she let her head drop into her hands. Everything was completely fucked and she was just making it worse. Like always, she made everything worse. She was a mess.

It felt like she sat crying for hours, in reality, it was only ten minutes. The sound of footsteps caught her attention. She looked up, wiping away her tears to clear her vision. A girl with blonde curly hair and a fake snake wrapping around her torso was walking in her direction.

Emily took a deep breath, trying her best to look okay as the random person walked by. "Emily?" The girl suddenly called. Emily furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, not recognizing her at all. "W-who are you?" She stuttered out, her voice hoarse from crying. 

"It's Max." She said as she got closer. Emily realized she was wearing a new wig, obviously having a costume change after she had left the party. "Oh, hey." She mumbled, hating that Max was going to see her tragic appearance. She did so much to hide her problems.

The younger girl sat beside her on the curb. "What's wrong? Why are you out here?" Max asked nervously, assuming that the blonde's breakdown had to do with her relapse at the party, which she had caused. 

"Nothing," Emily said with a fake smile, but it was weak. "I'm fine. I'm great." She added, not noticing that the tears were once again escaping her blue eyes. "Em, you're not. Come here." Max said, holding her arms open. She had stopped drinking once the girl left, meaning by now she felt relatively sober.

The blonde bit her lip, trying to silence her sobs with a small head shake. "I said I'm fine, Max. I'm always fine. Don't you get that?" She croaked out, her voice gaining volume. "I can't have problems, I'm perfect. I have to be perfect."

At her last word, she broke down, falling into the brunette's arms. Max didn't care as she and her clothes got covered in green paint and tear-stained makeup. It was the last thing she worried about as the girl who always seemed so strong and confident was a broken mess in her arms.

"It's okay, it's okay." Max mumbled in the blonde hair as she rubbed the girl's back in comfort. Emily's sobs only grew stronger at her words, her arms tightening around the girl. She had never been comforted like that, not by anyone. Her mom, Georgia, and Ginny, none of them knew how to handle real emotions other than anger.

She felt safe in Max's arms, no matter how many times she messed up Max didn't care, she was always there for support. "I got you, Em." Max whispered sweetly, letting the girl cry her heart out.

"I-I'm sorry." Emily sighed once the sobs had subsided, pulling her head from the girl's chest. "It's fine." Max told her softly. "No, I'm a mess. A complete mess." Emily said, shaking her head. "Hey, don't say that about yourself. You're amazing Emily."

A smile grew on the blonde's lips, a true smile, not a drunken one. Emily leaned in, pulling Max into a kiss, softer than any they had shared before. Max smiled into the kiss. "I love you, Max." Emily said once she pulled back. 

Max wanted to grin, be ecstatic about the girls words. No girl had ever told her they loved her. But it wasn't real. She was drunk, wasted. It wasn't right. "I-I love you too." She mumbled back with a fake smile, not wanting to upset the blonde. Emily grinned before pulling her back in. But all Max could think about was that it was all fake.

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