Unrealistic Reality

Chapter 32: Unrealistic Reality

The next morning, I woke up in my bed. I looked around and expected to find Jamie, but I couldn't see him. I slowly got up and dried my tears. I've cried enough. I am done being weak, I will make them pay.

When I opened the door and walked downstairs, I saw Max standing there. He didn't even gave me the chance to react, but he immediately walked towards me and pulled me in a hug. I hugged him back tightly as he whispered, "I am so sorry Chloe, so sorry." I pulled back and looked in his eyes.

The emotions in them showed me he recalled his memories from his loss. He knew exactly how I felt and he knew how much pain it was causing me. I took his hand in mine and smiled a bit.

"I am so glad you are here for me." He looked back in my eyes and nodded.

"That's what friends do." He squeezed my hand and walked to the door. I looked up at him with questioning eyes and he smiled.

"We need to get you out of this house. You need some fresh air with your best friend." He cockily winked at me and I smirked.

"Where is Samuel then?" His face turned into a scowl and he sniffed.

"I don't know why, but something about him isn't right. Nate and I talked about it and we both see something is wrong with him. He is hiding something big, I can feel it." He really looked like Jamie. They all thought something was wrong with Charlie, so how come I am the only one who believes in him?

"He is not so bad as you think he is." I began to argue. We were outside now and he still held my hand, giving me the warmth and protection I needed.

"He is a nice guy, but everyone has their secrets. I am sure he is hiding something, yeah, everyone does. But I know for sure he isn't the killer. He just can't be it." I shook my head again and looked down.

"He's been there for me through good and bad times, so I can't imagine him to do something like this. My head can't accept it and I don't have to because it's not true." Max looked at me skeptically, as if trying to say I was wrong and blinded, but he didn't react.

I looked around and it was still a bit dark. I had a feeling someone was following us. When I saw a dark figure walking behind us, I nudged Max.

"Pst." I whispered. "Max." He reacted immediately and looked at me.

"What's wrong Chloe?"

"Someone is following us. Don't look back, but there is someone." Max nodded his head and pulled me closer to him. He threw an arm around my shoulder and whispered,

"Don't worry. Follow my lead." I didn't react as I kept walking next to Max. We walked down a couple of streets until he suddenly took a side passage. He pushed me against the wall and laid a finger on my mouth. My breath began to speed up and I waited impatiently until the stranger would pass by.

A couple of minutes later, it was time. The dark figure came closer and the moment he walked past us, Max ran up to him and attacked him from behind. The guy fell on the ground and Max quickly sat on his stomach to cage him.

I slowly walked closer until I saw the face.

It wasn't a stranger.

It was Elliot.

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"Elliot? What are you doing here?" I asked with a strict voice. Max held him down and he was looking up at me with a disgusted face.

"That's none of your business." Max stomped him in his stomach and he cried out in pain.

"You might be my boss in Criminal Minds, but outside of it, I can do what I want with you." Max hissed. "So you better tell us the truth before I beat you up, you little piece of shit." I never saw Max so angry and dangerous before.

I guess you need it when you want to be intimidating.

Elliot sighed and began to speak. "I followed you for quite some time now. Ever since Max and Nathaniel came to your house I knew something was wrong. I discovered very quick you were Samantha, but I had to play along. My dad wanted me to find out what you were up to." The look in his eyes made me want to puke. He had the nerve to look guilty. I was beyond pissed right now.

"When I told that to my dad, he pieced the puzzle together. He found out what you were doing and when you lost your wig, he had an excuse to punish you. I don't know what he did, he didn't tell me. Can you please let me go now Max." Max got off of him and stood by my side.

I looked at Elliot with so much hatred and anger I almost lunged at him to kill, but Max held me back.

"Traitor." I spat his way. "I don't know why I even thought you were nice. You are such an asshole, you can't even imagine what I want to do to you right now. If Max wasn't here, you would already be dead by now." Hurt clouded his eyes and he looked away, ashamed of himself.

"Chloe, I didn't mean to hurt you. I.... I love you." My eyes went wide when I heard his words. Before I could react, Max stepped forward and punched him in the face.

Elliot fell on the ground with blood out of his nose. Max towered over him and anger was radiating off of him. "You don't expose the people you love like this. You wouldn't have turned her in if you really loved her. You don't love her, so stop saying that if you don't know the meaning of it!" Max was yelling in his face and with every word, Elliot winched.

Max lowered his head and whispered in his deep voice, "Now tell me where your dad is. We need to finish something." Elliot listened and gave us his father's location. Max backed away and took my hand.

"We need to go Chloe." I nodded my head and looked back at Elliot one more time before walking away, towards his dad.

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I arrived at the place that was given to us and turned to Max. "Thank you so much for helping me Max, but I need to do this alone." His eyes went wide and he was about to protest but I shook my head.

"Please." The pleading look in my eyes made him gave in. He hugged me tight and looked at me again before walking away.

He is such a good friend.

Mark came walking out of the shadows, as if he was expecting me to be here. He stood in front of me with a smirk on his face. "Ah, Chloe, it's so good to see you here."

"Shut up you asshole and tell me why you wanted your traitor of a son to follow me." I put my hands in my jeans and grabbed out my gun.

"Why? Does it make you feel good to make me feel like shit? Does it make you happy to see me going down?" I spat in his face. His smirk grew wider the moment I said those words, and I couldn't take it anymore.

I lifted my gun and pointed it at his head.