Is he really a bad boy? [English]

~Chapter 40~

I could feel how the mattress started to move. And it wasn't Maxim. It was something more little, something lighter.
After we ate chef Maxim's five-star meal we went back into his room. He told me some stories about his tattoos and how the tattoo artists were. We talked so much that we fell asleep somewhen.
"Where are you coming from, my angel?", I heard Max say softly. I opened my eyes and saw a little five-year-old girl sitting on top of him. Her brown hair was braided with two pink bows. She was wearing a light blue dress and smiling cute as a button.
"The door was open", she answered, "is this your girlfriend?", she whispered loud enough that I could hear her. I laughed quietly and introduced myself.
"I am Veronica. And you are?"
"Sophie" I gave her my hand.
"Nice to meet you, Sophie"
"Why did you sleep in his bed?" Little kids and their curiosity.
"I-"
"She climbed through the window and just laid herself in my bed", Maxim cut in. I looked at him within high dudgeon.
"Really?", she asked shook.
"No, I'm just kidding. I invited her and we've talked too much that we fell asleep.", Max explained.
"So she's your girlfriend?" Maxim whispered something into her ear. She started giggling and looked at me.
"Sophie, let's go upstairs", a young woman came down the stairs and was standing in the door. She didn't even enter the room which was surprising since it was her house.
She was pretty and was nice and dressed fashionably. Maybe in her late twenties but definitely not older. Her shining brown hair Sophie definitely got from her mother.
"It's fine Taylor, she doesn't bother us", Maxim said and stroke over Sophie's hair. I stood up from the bed and walked over to Taylor to introduce myself.
"I'm Veronica, nice to meet you ma'am", I said.
"Oh sweetie, please call me Taylor. I'm not that old yet", she said, "well I hope so", she added and that made her even more likeable. I laughed and nodded.
"Sophie, let's go. You have to eat", she said again, "Have you ate already?", she asked us.
"Yes. Maxim showed me his amazing cooking skills", I told her.
"Frozen pizza or instant meal?"
"Pizza", I answered and we both started laughing.
"You know what Sophie? I think Veronica was here for the last time", Maxim said to her and looked lowkey annoyed. 
"If you will not invite her anymore I will invite her again. I like her", Taylor promised and put an arm around me.
"Those two are made for each other.", Max said and Sophie was giggling.
"Sophie, we are leaving. Let's go", Taylor, insisted. Sophie climbed off of Maxim and toddled to her mother. Taylor grabbed her daughter's hand and left the room with her.
"Taylor is really nice", I said and sat again on Max' bed, "I like her"
"Yeah, she and Martin are cool. They are the most chill and the youngest foster parents I ever had. And believe me, I had many", he laughed.
"Tell me something about the other foster parents", I begged him. He grabbed a pillow, placed it under his head and with a quick hand gesture he signified that I should lay down next to him. I laid myself next to him and snuggled up against his chest. With swinging moves, he was stroking over my head and started telling.
"My first foster parents were stiffs, they had no kids and thought they could satisfy their thirst with me. But I made their life a hell.", he laughed, "I mean I was 12. I just lost my parents, had no family and some 50-year-old stiffs, tried to tame me like a dog. Somewhen they had enough of me and then they gave me back into the children's home. At this point, it was better for me than any foster families. Every few months some people came and took me with them, then they got exhausted and gave me back."
"Why did you defend yourself like that?", I asked him.
"I felt alone and didn't want to let anyone in, because no one understood me. Everyone wanted to raise me differently started to tame me, and I refused to accept. I was even in a boot camp for one summer, although I just didn't care what they were saying. After that, I met Dan and everything started to get better. He is- he was one of the best people I've ever met in my entire life. You would've liked him."
"I think so, too", I said.
"Taylor and Martin then wanted me for whatever reason they had. They were cool from the start and let me have my space. I guess it's because they are only some years older than me. Anyway, I'm still with them", he finished. I gave him a little kiss on his shoulder.
"You said that you are expressing yourself through your tattoos. Is that the only reason why you have them?"
"The pain that you feel when you get tattooed let you forget your mental pain for some hours. I hide in studios and let myself get tattooed if I have any kind of problems. At some point I wasn't feeling the pain anymore that's why the tattoos got bigger and more elaborate."
I couldn't even imagine what mental pain he was feeling, how bad he was feeling. His whole body was full of them, he probably spent more time in those tattoo studios than at home.
"Wasn't that extremely expensive?", I asked him.
"Yes. That's why I was painting people on the street for money or I was saving my pocket money, actually, I did a lot of shit in the past to earn money. But now money isn't the problem anymore. I have a lot of it"
"Do you think you will regret it somewhen in the future? Your whole body is full of them"
"I think I would regret it if I wouldn't have done it"
"Does it bother you when others don't have tattoos?", I looked at him, "Sorry that I'm asking so many questions", I apologised cause I realized how stupid that question was.
"Its fine babe, don't worry. Do you know what the only difference between tattooed people and non-tattooed people is?", he didn't wait for my answer, I wouldn't know it anyway and continued talking, "tattooed people don't give a fuck if you are non-tattooed. And I think the same, here", he said and showed me his underarm. In a typewriter font was the sentence Ask me if I give a motherfuck' written in black ink.
My look fell on his watch. It was already past 3 pm.
"It's late already. I have to go home", I said.
"It's 3 pm. I don't know what you understand by late."
"Usually I'm always at home at 3 pm. My dad doesn't know that I left school so early. He will be unnecessary worried.", I sat up and went through my hair.
"Just call him and say that you are with me", he said.
"Just drive me home, please", I begged him. He sighed and said "Okay"

"Here you go", Maxim said.
"Thank you for driving me home", I thanked him and opened the car door.
"Veronica, wait!", he said, "can I ask you something?"
"You already did", I smiled, "Sure. What's up?"
He looked at me seriously and put his hands on the wheel.
"How did you feel after Jake picked you up yesterday?"
"Why does it matter?"
"I don't know I just-"
"You don't want to know it, believe me", I said and left the car. "Thank you for driving me home", I smiled and walked into my house.

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