Beach Days

Chapter 19 - Lies and Betrayal

Max's POV

I took a deep breath, losing myself in the memories and telling Shannon the story I hadn't told anyone.

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I woke up in a hospital bed, cringing at the harsh light.

I frowned, sitting upright. I looked around but nothing looked familiar.

I tilted my head to the side, trying to recall what had happened for me to be in a hosptial but I couldn't remember anything at all prior to waking up.

I found myself panicking when I realized I didn't even remember my own name. Who was I, where was I and why the hell couldn't I remember stuff?

A kindly looking nurse walked in, but upon seeing me sitting upright, turned right on her heels and rushed out of the room, her shoes squeaking on the polished floor.

She promplty returned with a grave looking doctor who explained to me that no one told him what had happened to me but that I was rushed in with a stabbed gut and multiple broken bones.

I was lucky I hadn't died, as I had been found on an empty fair ground. 

A while later a very stern and tough looking lady walked into my ward.

I squinted hard, trying to remember who she was. I thought until my head hurt but I didn't remember her. And how could I, considering I couldn't even remember who I was?

The lady sat and told me things that would change my life forever.

She explained that I had taken a test for becoming an agent the day before the accident. My parents had been agents and I had come to take the test to become an agent and I had qualified. I was supposed to start the next week.

But the next thing they knew, they received information that  my parents were found dead with my mother's knife gone and I was found in an empty fair ground broken and bloody.

She told me my name was Max Trelle, and that I was thirteen at the time, but she didn't have much more information because she was meant to get that the day I started working at the agency.

It didn't take long for me to put two and two together and realize that the person who murdered my parents would want me dead too. I mean, they had tried to kill me and failed, and so once they found out, they would come back to kill me.

I still had no memories from my past at all, so I didn't even know what my parents looked like.

I moved into the agency dorms, and a little while I got adopted by Esther, who was also an agent and lived at a beach.

I agreed readily and she treated me like a real son and everything was great.

I was still trying to piece together my past, but nothing came back to me, and the doctor had told me that it would be more and more unlikely for me to get my memories back the more time passed.

I completed my missions successfully, I had a good family. I let my guard down but I started getting these stupid phone calls and text messages threatening me.

The problem was the voice on the phone always changed and although the agency hackers tried their absolute hardest, no one could track down the number.

It infuriated me, and soon people I loved started to disappear, and reappear dead.

It broke me, and I shut myself away from the rest of the world for the longest time. I refused to pick up calls from unknown numbers, I wouldn't make any friends.

Then Esther finally decided she had enough and put me through lifeguard training and made me become a lifeguard.

I slowly started to relax, made some friends and stopped being so paranoid. I completed all my missions and I met Shannon who I thought I'd never cross paths with again.

The night she spoke about her sister's death and why she died ... well it hit me right in the heart. Not because I pitied her or anything but because someone was going through pain just like I had, and she was dealing with it.

Later when I spoke to her she held herself strongly and looked me in the eye although I could see the shattered look in her eyes. I knew she had done a good job of covering it up but it was a pretty hard job to cover that look up from a person who had seen that look every time they looked in the mirror for six months.

I admired her for being so strong and decided if I ever became friends with her, I would treat her right, the way she deserved to be treated.

That night when I showed up at Shannon's Grandma's cottage I wasn't pissed, I was upset. I had done something to trigger a flashback but the flashback only gave enough for me to feel pain and not enough for me to figure out something significant from my past.

Then when the storms started I knew immediately they were due to some sort of magic so I went out that day to try to calm the storm down and left my phone at the house because technology and magic don't mix.

When people started turning up dead, I was instantly terrified that something would happen to Esther, Lily, Jacob, Abby, Samantha, or ... Shannon.

I don't know what it was about her that attracted me to her so much.

But all I knew was that despite how soppy and stupid this sounds, whenever I held her in my arms ... everything felt right in my life for the first time ever.

Having her in my arms, talking to her, laughing with her, teasing her ... felt so natural, so comfortable ... so at home.

I couldn't let all the lies and betrayal in my life catch up to her.

No, she wasn't a damsel in distress who needed her knight in shining armor.

Shannon was my Princess, and I was Max fucking Trelle, the guy who would protect her with his last breath.

A/N

This is Part 1 of a nice conversation/heart between the two! Or is this part 2? Probably haha

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