Hysterical {Maxine Mayfield} COMPLETED

Support Groups Are Dumb

Steve thought things would be difficult when it came to taking care of Max. Considering she was a teenager, those tended to be difficult by default. Max had so much more than age working against her though. Steve was in for a horrible ride.

"So you didn't do anything, at all?" Steve asked for a second time while tilting Max's head up.

"What was I going to do? He took the wind out of me, and I was recently stabbed. I wasn't exactly a good match for Billy." Max huffed and leaned her head away. "Looking at it won't fix anything Steve."

Steve let her go and turned off the bathroom light. "I guess you're right...let's get you settled on the couch for the night. Do you want ice? Do you need uh...Advil? I might have Tylenol if you prefer that."

Max followed Steve to his tiny living room and sat on the couch. "Give me anything, I don't care."

Steve went and wrapped a couple ice cubes in a paper towel. It was the best he could do. He brought it back to Max. "Here, you're not allergic to any medications are you? I do not want to wake up to a dead kid."

Max rolled her eyes. "No, give me whatever is the strongest."

Steve fetched his Advil, which was his personal preference. He tossed the bottle to Max, and smiled when she caught it swiftly. It was just satisfying that she caught it so smoothly. "so uh...do you need water with that?"

"Nope..." Max popped open the bottle and took out two pills.

"Okay- Hold up, that's extra strength. You weigh as much as a chihuahua, are you trying to not wake up tomorrow?" Steve sat next to her and snatched the bottle back. "put one back."

Max put a pill back and slipped the other one into her mouth. "I didn't know..."

Steve watched in amazement as Max swallowed the pill without water. "Man, I can't even do that. I'm a big baby when I have to take medicine."

"I'm used to it, I get headaches pretty often. Plus, my periods are really painful...sorry." Max laughed awkwardly.

"Sorry for what?" Steve leaned back on the couch.

"You probably didn't want to hear about girl stuff." Max leaned back as well.

"I mean...it's just a period? If you aren't uncomfortable, why should I be? I'm no virgin, I've been with plenty of women. I know a nice bit about periods." Steve bragged.

"Oh yeah?" Max giggled.

"yeah." Steve nodded and tapped his foot on the floor lightly. "so...Are you going to tell me what happened now? I'm sure Billy had a motive."

"I just...I accidentally interrupted one of his dates. Can I go to bed now?" Max tried to brush it off.

"I guess, if you're ready..." Steve sighed and stood up. "Just, one more question. Then I'll stop."

"What?" Max grumbled.

"Are you getting help for all this? Like, professionally?" Steve asked curiously.

"What do you mean?" Max asked for clarification.

"Like a counselor, therapist, a support group, anything?" Steve tilted his head.

"Oh, no." Max replied honestly.

"Jesus Christ..." Steve shook his head. "That's not right. You should be getting help. Stuff like this doesn't just go away."

"Even if I was home with my mom, she can't afford that stuff. I'm not even interested." Max thought therapy was just for depressed people in Hollywood dramas.