Project Population Maintainance- //Klax//

Chapter Twelve

April 6, 22xx
Morning-(6:31am)

-Maxim's P.O.V-

"God Maxim your shit is scattered everywhere," Kla said picking up a pair of my black underwear, I frowned at him.

"It's not that bad," I snarl and he gives me a cocked eyebrow with a sharp stare, we glare at each other for a while, it's been like this for the past three days and he won't stop annoying me about it.

"Maxim, you're acting like a 5 year old, just pick up your stuff," he throws my underwear at me and it lands on my clothes fort, jokes on you Kla.

"What the fuck is going on with your bed?" he eyes the numerous articles of clothing formed into a defensive wall surrounding me. He's sadly mistaken if he thinks this is going down.

"My bed," I answer in a mocking monotone voice and he sends another death glare to me, I look away before it begins to affect me. A long pause of silence is in the room before he sighs and looks to me.

"Whatever, just don't make a mess with your little game," he almost rolls his eyes and I glare back at him.

"Just fuck off," I snap at him. I really don't know why I get defensive like this, but it does make Kla stop asking me questions. I frown however, I really don't want us to drift because of my temper. My mind becomes clouded with questions, I want them to stop but they won't.

What if he thinks I'm just another brat again?

What if we don't have any more fun days?..

What if he doesn't want me around him because of it...?

What if he hates me..?

My eyes become glossy and my sniffles turn to heavy sobbing, it doesn't take him long to notice.

"Maxim?? what's wrong?" he climbs up the ladder to me and sits beside my fort, placing a comforting hand to my shoulder. I don't look him in the eyes but he holds onto my chin and makes me face him. His face turns worried when he sees my expression.

"N-Nothing," I try to push him away but he doesn't budge, he places his free hand on my thigh and I flinch. Why does he do this, It only makes me feel worse. I'm so ungrateful that he's my pair and not some jerk that just wants to force me to have his kids, and Kla doesn't want to do that to me. I can hear myself screaming through tears and I don't want to look at him, I know he's worried sick and I just don't know what to do. God I don't know anymore, I just want to-

He embraces me.

He embraces me..

He embraces me...

He really embraced me?...

I am dreaming, No?

I don't know if I'm just imagining or if I've reached cloud 9.

My crying intensifies, I don't get it at all, I don't deserve him and he does this to me without trying. I have to calm down, but I can't stop straining my lungs for oxygen and I'm going to pass out if this continues.

He uses his shirt to wipe the hot tears streaming down my face, pulling me into a tight embrace and all I can do is sob loudly, I'm such an embarrassment to him and I've caused nothing but hell for him, yet he just stays with me.

I don't know.

-Kla's P.O.V-

His crying is just mortifying, what is he thinking about? What I should do, should I just wait for him to cool down or should I call for someone? He latches on to me tightly and I don't dare to move, I would have to be a cunt to just leave him like this, and god knows what drove him to this point.