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10. A Glass Angel

10. A Glass Angel

Part Two

People cry, not because they’re weak.

It’s because they’ve been strong for too long.

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                “Please tell me you see him too,” Max whispered, looking straight ahead. I nodded my head. Part of me was afraid we were going to get murdered the second I stepped foot on the pavement, but the other half was willing to throw myself in front and risk my life for Max to be safe. Who am I kidding? That girl has long legs. She can use them.

                I unlocked the doors, knowing this would probably be the last time I saw Max. Ever. Hesitantly, we both stepped out of the car, closing the doors behind us. That simple sound that you probably hear at least ten times every day seemed to catch his attention. He turned his head to face us, a grim look spreading over his middle-aged features. If this was the first time I met him, I would probably be scared out of my pants.

                We slowly walked side by side, taking slow and careful steps towards Javier Chase. Max stood behind me a little, urging me to be a man and go forward. To be fully honest, I wanted to push her forward and run for my life, but not now. Not when I basically snogged the life out of her in my automobile.

                “Do you think he saw us?” Max whispered, trying to be secretive but failing miserably.

                “Of course I saw, you traitor!” Max and I both screeched, holding onto each other. I didn’t think his voice would sound so loud and... Angry. I was frightened. My bones felt like jelly and my brain felt like a giant piece of meat. Not the good meat that is in hamburgers but the kind of meat you’ll see a wolf try to eat.

                Max and I now stood in front of Javier, shaking. I was shaking because I had to pee really badly and I felt like my bladder might explode if I didn’t use a toilet in less than ten minutes. Oh, and did I mention I was scared out of skin? That is something no one likes to feel. Imagine being so afraid that you actual want to rip your skin off? This is the only time I have ever felt like this. Oh, and the time that clown tried to hug me at the carnival.

                “How could you, Max? You ran away to be with this criminal? I have never been so ashamed of you in all my life. I actually thought I could trust you. For all I know, you could have already told the police about me! Imagine how all the workers would hate you. Especially Rider,” Chase spat, an evil smirk forming at the end. Max shook beside me, grasping onto my forearm.

                “Rider is not involved in this! You know how much he means to me, yet you bring him up in every conversation? You truly are the worst father ever. Heck, I don’t even consider you a father anymore, Mr. Chase!  Rider probably isn’t even in jail, is he?” Max snarled. Yeah, you go, girl. Confidence boost. Whoop whoop.

                “He isn’t in jail! Do you know why, Max? Do you?” Chase said, grinning evilly. Max shook her head in fear. Girlfriend, what just happened to your confidence boost? “Because I murdered him! He was getting too close to you! I care, Max, I care! I might be a drug dealer, but I care about my only daughter!” Wow, I was not expecting that…