YOU 2 [Charli D'Amelio]

Chapter 107.

Max's POV.

"Where are you Ken?" The man's voice booms.

"I saw him leave the bar I know he is here." Another man says.

The floor is cold when I climb out of bed to see who is there. At first I thought it was Daddy and his friends but now I don't think it is.

"Come out, come out where ever you are!" The deepest voice yells and there is a crash.

"He isn't here." My mummy says when I reach the bottom of the stairs.

"Ohhh, look what we have here. Who knew Ken had such a bangin' wife." The tall man says and grabs my mum by her arm to pull her off the couch.

"Please.. he isn't here. If he owes you money I will give you all I have. You can take anything in the house, the television even." My mum tells a man with a big ouchy on his head.

"A television? I don't want a damn television."

"I have some jewelry, not much but please.." She says.

"Shut the fuck up!" He says and smacks mummy.

"Mum!" I yell and run into the living room.

"Maxxy.. go upstairs!" She tells me but I am not leaving my mummy with these mean men.

"Get out of here you little shit." One of them tells me.

"See bitch, the problem is that your husband did this." He points to his ouchy. "And since he isn't here, you will do." He smiles and she kicks her legs at him.

"Maxxy, baby go upstairs.. Now!" She yells at me. Why is mummy mad at me?

"I think he wants to watch." The tall man says and pushes her onto the couch.

I jolt awake and sit up. Fuck. They keep coming, every night worse than the last. I got so used to them not coming, I got to sleep. Because of her, it was all because of her. But here I am at four in the damn morning with bloody sheets from my busted knuckles and a killer headache from my nightmare and lack of sleep.

I will deal with the sheets later, right now I want to close my eyes and pretend that she is here and hope that sleep will come.

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"Charli, baby wake up." Max's voice whispers in my ear as she touches her lips to the skin just under my ear.

"You look so beautiful when you wake up." She compliments and I smile, pulling her by her hair to meet my eyes.

I brush my nose against hers and she chuckles. "I love you." She says and presses her lips to mine, only I can't feel them.

"Maxxy?" I question as she fades.

I snap my eyes open as I am thrown back into reality. The room is pitch black and for a second I forget where I am. In a hotel room, alone. I grab my phone off the bedside table and it is only four am. I wipe the tears from the corners of my eyes and close my eyes to try to get back to Max, even if it's only a dream.

When I finally wake up again, it's seven. I get in the shower and try to enjoy the hot water as it relaxes me. I blow dry my hair and do my makeup, today is the first day I feel like looking decent. I need to get out of this.. mess that is inside of me. I need to do as my mother would do, paint a perfect face on to mask what is inside. When I am finished, I look well rested somehow and actually really nice. I did my hair and dig my white dress out of my bag and cringe. Good thing this room has an iron. It is cold, too cold for this dress that doesn't quite reach my knees, but I won't be outside long. I choose to wear plain black heels and pray that I don't slip on the ice outside. I sit the dress and heels on the bed.