My Roommate Max... A Max Schneider Fan Fiction

Chapter Fourteen: Choking

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Chapter Fourteen: Choking

"I thought I might find you here," I heard behind me. I whipped my head around, coming face to face with Adam. The wind blew my hair in front of my tear streaked face, my eyes red from continuous crying. I wiped my face, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Go away," I said coldly. He didn't move, just stood there and stared at me sadly. I groaned, turning back around and sitting back down against the air duct. I leaned back, staring out over the cityscape.

Yes, I walked all the way to the abandoned building that Max had taken me to when we first met. I didn't even realize that's where I was going until I was stepping over debris downstairs. The sun was just rising over the buildings, casting beautiful shadows. I completely ignored Adams presence as I pulled my knees up to my chest, silent tears rolling down my cheeks, just like they'd been doing the past several hours. I felt so hollow, so much pain burrowed deep in my chest. I was so numb, everything around me slightly blurred.

"Are you going to come home?" Adam asked, breaking the silence.

"Go to hell," I said automatically, my voice bitter and cold. He sighed, coming and standing in front of me. I clenched my fists as he crouched at eye level with me.

"If you so much as touch me," I began, "I will throw you off this building. I promise."

He crossed his arms over his chest. "It can't be any worse than what Max would do to me," he said. "I'm surprised he didn't lay my ass out last night. He was livid."

I scoffed. "He wasn't livid. That's a façade he put on..." I was silent a moment, before adding "Because he was hurt. He's still hurt."

His gaze became softer. "He's been out all night searching for you. He's making himself sick worrying over you... He's literally puked a few times."

I ignored him, staring past him. He groaned, throwing his hands up in the air. "Look," he said. "You have ten minutes before I call him and tell him your here. He doesn't deserve to make himself sick because he doesn't know if your okay."

"Whatever," I muttered, still staring out over the city. I was angry and hurt, and right now I didn't care. Adam began walking back towards the door, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He paused, looking back at me.

"I had a good reason you know," he stated. "For what I did."

I scowled, clenching my jaw. I took several centering breaths before asking, "And what was that reason?" He was quiet for a moment, before he began.

"When Max falls, he falls hard," he explained. "When I asked if you guys were legit, he seemed convinced. I wanted to test it, make sure it wasn't a fluke. I wanted to see if he'd fight for you. I think getting angry and upset was his way of fighting."

I was quiet. I was so angry and hurt. I loved Max so much, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't force myself to endure that kind of pain anymore. Fighting for me or not, he hurt me worse than I did him. He hit a raw nerve, and he knew it. I couldn't help the tears that poured again as I thought.

Adam looked at me. "I'm sorry," he said. "But he's dying inside, Blakely. Think about that."

He turned and left, leaving me with my own thoughts. The rising sun and chirping birds calmed my nerves slightly, though the silent tears never stopped. My breathing was ragged and uneven, the pain that flooded my body all too real and familiar. I'm not sure how long I sat there, crying to myself until Max burst through the door. He was so pale, his hair messed up and out of place. He looked as if he'd been crying too, and there was a stain on his shirt.