A Second Chance I DISCONTINUED

An Explanation

Hey guys! I'This is chapter 8 and I will be introducing some new POVs in this chapter. I hope you guys like it! As always, all rights go to KC!

Marlee POV

Carter and I were just about to settle in for the night when a knock sounded on the door. I looked over at Carter quizzically. Who could be visiting at this hour? He merely shrugged, apparently just as confused as I was. I was hesitant to open the door. Only a few people, including Maxon, knew we still lived here. Ever since we had supposedly been banished to Panama we had been living in secret, thanks to Maxon. Carter smiled reassuringly and motioned for me to open the door.

I moved towards the door and peeked through the little hole at the top. The person I saw through the hole quelled my anxiety, but increased my confusion. What on Earth was Maxon doing here? It was nearly midnight. I quickly unlocked the door to let him in.

Before I could even completely open the door Maxon flew through the door and took a seat on our small bed. I quickly shut the door and turned towards him. He looked nothing like his usual self. His hair was tousled and his eyes were rimmed red, a wild look in their eyes. I frowned. Had he been crying? I was about to voice my concerns when Carter beat me too it.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?" he asked politely, an undertone of worry in his voice.

"Please, call me Maxon. I'm fine. It's just been a crazy evening." His voice was weary and broke slightly at the end. My frown deepened. Something was definitely wrong. And I was determined to find out what it was.

"Maxon, what's wrong?" I asked sternly.

Maxon looked up at me and sighed deeply.

"I promise I'll explain in a second. Just, give me a second to think." I nodded understandingly. "Do you need anything?" I asked hospitably.

"Some water if you have it", he asked. I quickly flitted to the corner of the room and poured him a glass of water from the jug sitting on the table. I handed it to him and he smiled gratefully before taking a sip. The water seemed to do him some good. It relaxed the crazed look in his eyes and added some color to his face. He drained the cup quickly and set it aside. He then turned to us.

"I suppose I owe you some answers. After all, I did barge into your room at the middle of the night", he said. He laughed wearily, poorly attempting to lighten the mood. Neither I nor Carter cracked a smile. Something was up and we were going to do our best to help. He had saved us from death and exile, the least we could do was try to aid him with whatever was going on right now.

Maxon sighed deeply once and then launched into his explanation. He told us all about how choosing Kriss was a bad decision and how he regretted it. I couldn't help but smile at that part. I liked Kriss well enough, but I always knew that Maxon and America were meant to be together. I'm glad that he had realized that.

He then moved onto his botched attempt at getting her back just a couple of hours ago. The smile disappeared from my face during that section of the story. I burned with anger when Maxon told us about how he had left her crying. I glared at him throughout that entire part. I couldn't believe that he had the nerve to hurt America. Again. I of all people knew what a generous and giving person Maxon was, but at times he was just as bad as all the other guys. This was one of those times.

Maxon noticed my expression. "Not my best moment", he said jokingly. My glare only heightened in anger. I could accept the fact that he had made a mistake, but I wasn't going to let him joke about it. America was my best friend in the whole wide world. She hadn't pried when I had acted strange during the Selection and she had tried to save me during the caning, not caring about the repercussions of that decision. She was the sweetest and most loyal friend a girl could ask for. I couldn't stand to see her hurt.