Trapped (Maxon and America Love Story)

Chapter 14

Maxon's POV

I pace outside her room for hours. It's been about five hours since she's woken up. The nurses say she couldn't slow her breathing down. They had to put her to sleep for a little bit. She should be up any second. Marlee, Carter, Lucy, Aspen, Magda, May, Gerad, Kenna, James, and Astra wait outside the room in chairs. Her family came when they heard she was awake. They don't live too far. They accepted the house I got for them. Her family doesn't know what I've done. I think only Marlee and Aspen know. They might've told their spouses. I hope not.

The doctor goes in and checks on America. I hear him talking. I can't see in the room and don't hear her voice. I'm probably the last person she wants to see. I'll let everyone go in first.

When the doctor comes out everyone perks up. He says she is a bit tired but wants to see us. I let everyone in before me. I hear them all talking. Once they all leave. I hesitantly walk in. She's sitting up and isn't looking at me. She looks at her hands. Her bruises have faded but there's stitches in the corner of her forehead. I slowly walk closer. "Hey," I say softly. She doesn't acknowledge me. Her blue eyes stare off into her hands.

I sit in the chair next to her. "I'm glad you're awake," I say. Her hospital gown is tied in the back. She sits up a little. Her scars and stitches are revealed on her back. It's a mangled mess back there. Stitches up and down her back. Some skin trying to regrow where the slash marks are. I shake my head. She catches me staring and backs up hiding them. "I'm so sorry, America. I'm so sorry. I will never forgive myself for this. I'm so sorry. They said you were hanging by a thread. And I know I did this to you. I feel terrible. I feel disgusted with my own presence. I can't stand myself right now. But all that matters is that you're okay right now," I say and reach for her hand. She jerks it away and crosses her arms and stares straight ahead. She chuckles to herself.

"Its funny that you think I'm okay," she says never looking at me, "My back has over a hundred stitches. Part of my skull was fractured. My neck is sore from the internal bruising. My legs feel limp. I can't even feel them right now. And you call that okay?"

"America I'm sorry I really am. I will never forgive myself for what I've done to you and the baby. I never will." She finally faces me. She's confused. No one has told her that I killed our baby. "What do you mean our baby?" She says. I can see tears start to cloud her eyes.

"I'm so sorry America. If I knew-"

"Maxon, what baby?" She says forcefully as a tear falls out of her eye.

"When I did this to you, you were pregnant," I say. She gasps and holds her hand to her mouth. Tears flow out of her eye. "And since you were barely living the baby couldn't survive," I say choking it out. My heart breaks. It hurts even more when I say it out loud. It makes it even more real. Tears drench her face. Her hands cover her eyes. "I'm sorry," I say starting to cry, "I'm sorry." I reach for her hand. She slaps my hand away. "Why would you do this to me? To us?" She says through the tears. "I didn't mean it. I was drinking too much. I'm sorry. I would've never done that. Ever. You don't know how sorry I am. I should've never done that. I'm sorry." She puts her face in her hands bawling. Mourning our lost child.

"Get out," she says softly. I'm taken back a little. "Get out," she says louder. I don't want to leave her. "MAXON SCHREAVE! WHAT DO YOU NOT KNOW ABOUT THE WORDS, GET OUT! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU!" She screams crying. Her eyes are puffy and red. Her whole face is red. I walk out. Before I go out the door I look back. Her knees are against her chest as she cries into them.

I slide down the door and cry into my hands. America will never forgive. She will never love me. I see everyone staring at me. Right now I don't care. I'm heart broken. I feel disgusting being me right now. A killer and an abuser. I grip my hair and cry. If my father saw me right now he'd beat the life out of me. I wish he was here to do it. I deserve it. I deserve to die. Beating America and murdering our unborn child. I don't deserve my life.

Everyone around me is staring at me. America's family doesn't know what's happened. Marlee does and so does Aspen. But nobody knows I've killed our child. And nobody knows I'm the one who did that to America. All Marlee and Aspen know is that I've cheated on her. They don't know I've beat her.

Marlee looks at me with forgiving eyes. Aspen gives me ice cold eyes. She comes and sits next to me. "Do you want to talk about it?" She asks. "Our child was killed," I say then more and more tears spill out of my eyes. "What do you mean?"

"America was a month pregnant when she was beat. She didn't know and neither did I. But when she was barely alive the baby couldn't survive. Our unborn, innocent child was killed," I say never revealing the whole truth.

"Do we know who did this to her?" She asks. I shake my head lying. I can hear America's cries from out here. "Do you need something? Anything?" Marlee asks. "I just want to be alone right now." She nods. Everyone walks away. I'm still against the door with dried tears in my eyes. I eventually fall asleep.

I wake up to an alarm going off. I jump up realizing it's the rebel alarm. I open the door and America is on the floor. I scoop her up. "I can't walk," she says, "I tried to but fell." I run to a safe room and lock it. We're not in the royal safe room. "How long were you on the floor?" I ask setting her down on a bed. "When the alarm went off, I got up. I stood on my feet then fell. I can't feel them," she says looking at her legs. I grab a blanket and put it on her. "No," she says, "I have to get up anyways. Doctor Lander said I need to put cream on my back, so the wounds won't get infected. It should be with the medical stuff." I grab it. She holds her hand out but I insist on helping her. She hesitates but let's me help.

She turns her back towards me, revealing her wounds. I only got a glimpse of it before, now I get the full picture. There's one that is trying to heal but has no stitches. Her whole back is filled with lashes. My eyes tear up to what I've done.

I rub the cream all over her back. It covers her wounds. Her back will always have scars on them. My hands rub her back for a little too long for her liking. She bends her back stretching. She grimaces in pain.

She lays back down and covers herself with the blanket. I take my coat off and put it over her. I feel ashamed for doing this. "I'm sorry America. I really am."

"Maxon I really don't want to talk about this right now."

"Sorry."

She flips over facing away from me. The blanket cover her wounds so I won't be reminded. I shake my head. I grab a three blankets from the little shelf. I lay one on the floor then use one as a pillow. Then cover myself with the other. I face America. She's flipped over facing me as she sleeps. She looks so beautiful. I shut my eyes and fall asleep.

{A/N: MAXMERICA IS NOT OVER. I have a plan up my sleeve. It might take a while to write out. But in the end they will live happily ever after. Do not lose hope in the story. They will come together! Thanks for reading!}