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A Day of Chaos
The Chronicles of Maxwell - Book II

Steph Macca
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Contents
Stalk the Author!

The Madness Begins
1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
9. Chapter 9
10. Chapter 10
11. Chapter 11
12. Chapter 12
13. Chapter 13
14. Chapter 14
15. Chapter 15
16. Chapter 16
17. Chapter 17
18. Chapter 18
19. Chapter 19
20. Chapter 20
21. Chapter 21
22. Chapter 22
23. Chapter 23
24. Chapter 24
25. Chapter 25
26. Chapter 26
27. Epilogue
Author's Note
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The Madness Begins
Welcome back for round 2! We love going for more than one round, don't we?
Like book 1, this next part is equally as dark and a clusterfuck.

But unfortunately some of the triggers are spoilers to the story so instead of putting the warnings
here, the triggers themselves are going to be put into the back of the book.
If you have no triggers, then proceed full climax ahead. If you are unsure, or definitely have known
triggers, please check out the triggers in the back.
As always, your mental health matters. Take care, and when in doubt, good vibrations might always
help.
But in all seriousness, if you need help, reach out to your support network or a counsellor who can
help you
xx
To the guys who broke our hearts.
You bettered us and made us stronger.
So thank you & fuck you.
Chapter 1
Dex
uck me.
F People get stupider every single day.
I really had no patience left after a long ass 10 hour shift where I had spent the majority of my last
hour arguing with a new program client that carrots, were in fact, gluten-fucking-free.
Instagram influencers were quickly becoming a pain in my ass. Why even bother signing up for
Finn's stupid health kick thing if they already "knew everything".
Richard was pleased when Finn and I had announced our reconciliation and thus, this stupid
program was back on. Except if I was being honest, I still didn't want to work with him.
I didn't trust him.
I couldn't.
Not when he looked at Harlow like that.
Not to mention their history. How would I ever be able to compare to a first fucking love?
Besides, I had been a downright asshole the past few months. I knew it.
I wanted her, but I also wanted her to stay away.
I hated how much she made me ache.
How much she made me hurt.
Most of all I hated how much she made me fucking love her.
Seeing her hurt and vulnerable broke me. I couldn't help but feel guilty.
Fuck, my mind was constantly playing the what-ifs.
What if I had been nicer?
What if I hadn't brought Candice over?
What if I had just paid more attention?
Hot, red guilt chipped away at my insides and I bit back the bitter taste as my fingers shifted
through my keys. The apartment door was locked and I could have just knocked, but my mind was still
running a million miles per hour. I knew Harlow was with Bryson inside and the last time I had come
home to them together, they had been in a pretty suspicious position.
Part of me wanted to catch them off guard, see what they were doing inside. The other part of me
whispered that as long as Harlow was safe and happy, then I should be too.
But the rational part of our brain rarely won.
I slowly opened the front door, stepping inside. The living room was empty and I frowned as the
apartment was dead silent, drowned in darkness.
Flicking on the lights, I walked around, checking each room until I reached the last one: Harlow's
bedroom.
Harlow hadn't stepped foot inside it since she had gotten home a few days ago, but she had to
eventually. I just hoped it wasn't now.
Taking a deep breathe, I slowly opened her door, silently begging whatever entity was listening that
I wouldn't find her inside on the floor again. I wouldn't be able to take it, not again.
Harlow Falls had ruined me.
And as each day passed, I was slowly realizing that I wanted to protect her – World be fucking
damned.
I think the real reason I was so angry was not because I hated her.
No.
It was because Harlow had my heart ... but I didn't have hers. And not only that, but I also had to
compete with the two loves of her life. Her infamous first love... and the guy she had been crazy about
the moment she landed that job.
It was like fighting an uphill battle with no legs.
My eyes blinked as I tried to peer into the dark room. I flicked on the bedroom light, relieved, and
also disappointed, to see that the room was, in fact, empty.
"Huh..." I murmured, confused as to where Harlow could be. Ever since the incident she hadn't
wanted to leave the apartment, only speaking to me, those other two dicks, and the weird chick who
had threatened to shove my quesadillas up into my asshole.
I turned off the light, closing the door behind me as I stepped into the living room. Pulling out my
cell, I sat down on the couch and scrolled through until I found Bryson's number. We had exchanged
numbers when Harlow was discharged so we could keep in touch if anything happened or if she
needed us.
Pressing dial, I sat back, momentarily wondering if this was the right thing to do, but some emotion
– either jealousy or concern – won out. The phone line rang, and I waited, tapping my foot impatiently
as I looked at the time. It was nearly 1am now, I honestly couldn't understand where they would be.
Oh fuck.
Were they at his house?
Where did he even live?
The thought of Harlow in someone else's bed dug deep and I let out a frustrated sigh as the line
eventually went to voicemail. I ended the call before it could let me leave a message, switching to
Harlow's number instead.
The call was silent for a few seconds before Harlow's voicemail played in my ear. Strange... her
cell didn't even ring at all. It was either turned off or out of service.
I didn't like this.
I didn't like this one fucking bit.
With a bit more aggression, I hit the button on Finn's number, cursing internally at the thought of
having to speak to that wanker when all I wanted was to go to bed the moment I located Harlow.
I heard the click as the line answered, followed by a gruff groan. "I hope this is important, Dex. Is
it Harlow? Is she okay?"
Sighing, I put my forehead on my hand, rubbing it as I grumbled. "I don't know where she is."
"What do you mean? She was with Bryson."
"Yeah," I spat back, annoyed. "And now they aren't here. And I can't reach either of them."
The line went silent and I huffed in frustration as Finn let out an equally annoyed groan.
"Dex... they are probably asleep somewhere. Maybe at his house. It's the middle of the night. Chill
the fuck out. Go to fucking sleep. Like I was."
The distinct click of Finn hanging up on me sounded in my ear and I threw the cell down on the
couch.
"Fucking wanker."
I ran my hand through the top of my hair, telling myself to calm down when a soft knock scared the
shit out of me. Immediately, I jumped up, rushing to the door and pulling it open.
I had been expecting to see caramel blonde hair. Not my little old neighbor who needed a walking
frame just to travel the tiny hallway.
"Sally?" I asked, surprised and confused.
Sally's short silver hair was dangling around her ears and I took note of her fluffy pink dressing
gown and slippers as she stood at my front door at nearly one in the morning.
"Oh, Dex. You're finally home, dear. I've been waiting."
"Sally, it's 1am. What's going on?"
I resisted a cringe as she shifted on her joints uncomfortably and I felt the need to carry her back to
her apartment. She was an early sleeper so I was immediately on edge at the sheer fact she was
awake and waiting for me.
"I wanted to make sure you were both okay after this afternoon. The young lass especially. She was
quite upset."
Alarm bells rung in my ears, my nerves and senses on edge as everything sharpened and heightened
around me.
"Sally, what do you mean? What happened? Are you talking about Harlow?"
Sally's eyes lit up in acknowledgement. "That's it! Harlow. I'm getting a bit absent minded these
days. Yes, she was very upset. I could hear her crying from my apartment. It was during Wheel of
Fortune."
"Sally," I groaned, trying to keep my tone as pleasant as possible, even though I was about 3
seconds away from having a nuclear explosion. "What happened, please?"
"The police came, dear. Took that young chap away with them. Jerry down in 5G said that
apparently it was for murder charges. Said he heard them in the foyer. But I didn't hear that myself.
The poor girl, she was quite upset after they left. I wanted to go and check on her myself, but by the
time I got my shoes on she was gone."
"Wait," I muttered, my head spinning with the information as I tried to dissect the relevant parts.
"When was all this?"
Sally's light blue eyes were hazy with exhaustion but she gave me a small smile. "Around four
o'clock, dear. During Wheel of Fortune."
"For fuck's sake, Dex. What now?"
I growled, my short fuse long gone the moment I had found out Harlow had taken off upset.
"Listen here, you prick. I don't want to talk to you but for the sake of Harlow, I tolerate your ass.
Bryson was arrested and Harlow took off distraught."
Finn went silent and I felt a tiny sense of smugness that I had successfully shut him up.
"Right," he finally answered, "I'm on my way."
I could hear shuffling in the background before the familiar jingle of keys as Finn started to make
his way over here.
"Any idea where Harlow could be or what police station has him?" he asked, a car door slamming
through the phone.
I rolled my eyes. "If I knew I would be with her, not on the phone to you."
Finn sighed, the engine revving up. "I swear to God, Dex. If you don't shut your mouth, I'll do it for
you. I'm in no mood for your shit."
I muttered a curse under my breath, well aware he could hear it and I returned the favor of hanging
up the phone on him.
Fuck him and the horse he rode in on.
I looked at the time before heading to my room, desperate to get out of my work clothes and into
something more comfortable. I needed to find Harlow, and I would search all night if I had to.
Opting for a pair of sweatpants, a cotton shirt and my hoodie I was ready to go as soon as I heard
the elevator ding. Finn had barely stepped out of the metal box when I had shut the apartment door
behind me, on a mission to find her.
Finn threw me an annoyed glance but I could see he was worried too. Harlow had taken off and
after her recent history, neither of us wanted to picture what could possibly be happening. Or have
happened.
"Stop it," I accidentally muttered out loud, shaking my head as the elevator descended to the
ground. Next to me, I sensed Finn turn to look at me. He stayed silent for a few seconds before he
finally spoke.
"I'm worried too. She'll be okay though."
The usual snarky response I wanted to throw back died on my tongue as I stared at the floor. "How
do you know?"
"She's strong," murmured Finn. "Stronger than she believes."
I pondered his answer. "Have you ever seen her like this before?" I asked, trying to cling to some
form of pathetic hope.
"No," he admitted softly, "but she'll get through it. We'll make sure she does."
I nodded, oddly enough believing his words. "So where do we start looking then?"
Chapter 2
Harlow
"B ryson Bailey, you're under arrest for the murder of Clara Falls."
I couldn't tell you exactly what happened after he said those words.
All I knew was one minute I was happy, genuinely happy for the first time in a long time ...
The next my whole world was ripped out from under me, again.
The police officers ignored me as they cuffed Bryson, a look of disbelief and pure panic on his
face but he stayed silent, his eyes pleading with me.
But for me, all I felt was the raging pain of hearing my mom's name and the accusation that Bryson
had hurt her. It was absurd. It was unreal.
It was devastating and destroying.
As the officers took him out of the apartment, leaving the door wide open, I fell to my knees in the
living room. So many questions were flying through my mind but it was like they were stuck in a
whirlwind tunnel. I couldn't focus on them, instead I became overwhelmed with all the thoughts, all
the feelings and emotions.
Why? Why me?
Every time I finally dared myself to cling to hope or happiness, it was ripped out from under me.
I didn't even know I was crying until I realized I couldn't see the floor anymore. My vision was
glassy, blinded by tears as I sobbed uncontrollably on the floor.
You'll never be happy, Harlow.
This is your life. All that will ever be.
See... even now, you're all alone.
Alone.
Always.
I cupped my face in my hands, the sobbing increasing in intensity as the all too familiar dark
thoughts filled my head. I tried so hard to fight them off, to shut them out but it wasn't working.
That desperate feeling of seeking something to numb the emotional pain was reaching dangerous
heights and my nails dug into the carpet as I tried to push them aside.
I needed to escape.
I couldn't do this any more. This was too hard.
Slowly, I managed to get myself off the floor, grabbing my keys and slipping on my shoes before
leaving the apartment. Down the hall I could see Mrs. Ferris hobbling out of her apartment with her
walking frame so I quickly picked up the pace, heading towards the elevators before she could see my
messed up state.
I pressed the down button hard, ignoring the pain that shot through my finger. I could hear the
elevator gears and cables slowly winding as it made its way to me, and I pulled out my phone,
pressing the keys frantically as I stepped into the metal box once the doors opened.
Everything was in a fog. My brain was locked in tunnel vision settings, but I managed to shoot off a
text message as I slowly descended towards the foyer.
My heart ached. More than I thought humanly possible. All I wanted was to be happy, and the
moment I felt like things were finally turning a corner, it was taken from me again.
I wasn't meant to be happy. The stalker had already seen to that. I was doomed to be miserable for
the rest of my life and I was sick of trying to fight back. There's only so many times someone can get
kicked down before they stop trying to get back up.
When the elevator doors opened, my feet carried me out, my body on auto-pilot as I left the
building. The wind outside was cold, my skin instantly turning pink from the chill but I couldn't feel it.
Around me, the side walk was bustling with people, everyone wrapped up in big jackets while I
slipped by in just my jeans and a light shirt.
It didn't matter any more.
And I didn't want to feel anything.
The familiar metal gates came into view and I slipped inside, throwing a quick glance around to
make sure Alejandro wasn't around. It was fairly late now – around dinner time – so I assumed he had
finished for the day. The sun was just starting to set, the shadows in the cemetery making suspicious
looking figures out of the corner of my eye that ordinarily would have scared the crap out of me.
But not today.
Nothing was scarier than a fucked up reality.
I stopped in front of my parents' graves, noticing the plot next to my father was still vacant. The
grass was nice and maintained and I threw a silent thanks to Alejandro for his endless work at caring
for the dead, when most people didn't even give a shit about those who were alive.
Sobs broke through my lips and it wasn't long before my knees hit the dirt, my legs giving out as all
the hurt and pain rose to the surface. I hugged my torso, rocking on my knees as the image of Bryson
being taken away played on repeat in my mind.
The only sounds in my ears were my own, and I was so caught up in my pain I didn't hear the
approaching footsteps.
In that moment I wanted to die, and I no longer cared who saw me broken. Because that's all I was.
Broken and beaten.
Arms wrapped around my shoulders as I was pulled into someone's side, and the familiar smell of
raspberries and vanilla hit my senses.
"It's okay, I've got you," came Lily's voice, her tone more softer and soothing than usual as she
rocked me against her.
Hearing her words, and her voice, made me sob harder and that's where we stayed until slowly, my
cries eased off.
Eventually, the cemetery went quiet, the only sounds were our breathing, as the grounds were thrust
completely into darkness as the sun vanished from the sky.
I could feel my body shaking, the shock wearing off and the cold air finally affecting me.
"Come on, wildcat. Let's get you back to mine," she said, pulling me to my feet and helping dust off
my legs.
"Lily," I croaked, watching her as small bits of light illuminated her face from the nearby street
lights, "it's bad. It's really bad."
Lily grabbed my hand in hers, and started leading me towards the cemetery gates. "Everything is
fixable, Har. We'll sort whatever it is out. Let's get you inside before you get sick. It's only a few
minutes walk from here."
The suburban streets were thankfully empty, likely people still in the central business district or
inside eating dinner. I could see the city lights in the short distance behind us, the buildings still lit up
with late night workers. Our footsteps echoed on the road, and I followed mindlessly until we
reached a small one-storey peach colored house. A little rose garden lined the main window at the
front, the paint peeling off the house in some parts from being exposed to the sun.
A few lights were on inside and I hesitated at the front singular step. Lily, sensing my panic, turned
to look at me.
"I live alone, wildcat. There's no one here. It will just be us. You're safe."
I nodded, still hesitant but following her inside the small house. I let out a sigh of relief at the
instant warmth, my hands rubbing together to generate heat.
Lily led us past a bedroom, and into the living room. It was simple – a small couch, a modest TV
and a coffee table littered with seven different types of nail polish.
She sat down on a bean bag that was in front of the coffee table, motioning for me to sit on the
couch.
"It's not much, but it's home," she murmured, watching me carefully.
I shrugged, sniffling as I looked around. "Looks pretty good to me, Lil."
Not one to beat around the bush, she threw me a bottle of dark green nail polish. "Start painting and
talking."
"What?" I asked, confused as I stared at the forest green shade.
"Start painting," she repeated, opening a shade of purple and painting her own fingernails. "I'll do
your demented one for you."
I shook my head. "My demented one?"
"Yeah, you know. Your fucked hand. We all have one. It doesn't pull its weight. Unless you are
ambidextrous. That would be cool."
"There's nothing cool about me," I answered, opening the polish and looking at my left hand
suspiciously. "I don't know what I'm doing."
Lily pointed to the table. "There's remover there if you really mess it up. But you'll be fine. Now –
start talking, wildcat."
The whole situation was so laughable and strange that I actually found myself distracted from the
darkness for a second. My eyebrows pulled tight as I concentrated on my nails, trying to paint my left
hand without looking like I was a 5 year old with a paint obsession.
When I got through my third nail, I felt a bit more confident that I could multi-task.
"The police arrested Bryson."
Lily stopped painting her nails, looking at me with utter confusion. "Bryson? Not Dex?"
I let out a bitter laugh. "Right? If anyone..." I sighed, "Anyways, they said it was for the murder of
my mom..."
My voice broke as I trailed off, my eyes staring way too intensely on the green as I tried hard to
control my eyes from crying again.
"Ahuh..." Lily murmured, deep in thought. "This doesn't seem very Bryson-like from what you've
told me. Isn't he the good law-abiding one? Just checking – you're sure you don't mean Dex, the
fuckwit?"
I nodded, a small smile on my lips at her comment though the feeling of nausea hung in my stomach.
"Yeah... I don't know what to think. I just needed to get away. I just... the thoughts again..."
My mouth snapped shut, embarrassed by my confession, but also desperate to tell someone how I
felt. But I didn't know how to explain it. I barely understood the emotions myself. How could I tell
someone that I wanted to die because the pain was too much to handle?
Lily hummed in acknowledgement. "Thank you for texting me. We're going to get you through it, I
promise. Even if I have to drag you to every bar in the city."
I held up a hand in a 'stop' gesture. "Hell, no. No more drunken taxi adventures."
"Fine," she laughed, "how about wine? I have a bottle in the fridge. Wanna get drunk? I promise to
keep my clothes on. Last thing I want is nipple frost bite."
Several glasses of wine later, one decent looking hand and one fucked up green one, and we were
laying on the living room floor laughing.
I had spilled my guts multiple times, cried, sobbed, laughed and then resigned myself to the fact that
right now, things were fucked up. But that there was nothing I could do in this moment.
It was a problem for Tomorrow Harlow.
"What time is it?" I slurred, reaching for my cell. I clicked on the button but frowned. "Damn, my
cell is flat. Do you have a charger?"
Lily sat up, her hair as wild as her as she reached under the coffee table. "I do. But it will cost
you."
Laughing, I sat up too. "What's the payment? If it involves leaving the house, it's a fat no from me.
Bonnie and Clyde don't generate enough heat."
"The fuck are you talking about?" Lily laughed, throwing the cord at me.
I pointed quickly to my legs, before plugging in my cell. "My thighs. They are close. On the plus
side, they have saved my phone from falling into the toilet a few times. Thick thighs for the win."
Lily looked at her own legs, and I snorted. Her non-existent thigh gap wouldn't be able to save her
phone if her life depended on it.
"Payment is you need to contact someone to let them know you are here."
I froze, reality coming back to me as I looked at her in a panic. "What?"
Lily threw me a sympathetic half-smile. "Look. I know it's hard, and fucking hell, I don't like them.
But those dudes, they care about you. Even if they are massive dickwads. But I think it's the right thing
to do. At least ease their minds given everything."
"I don't understand," I muttered, looking down as I sat cross-legged.
She sighed. "I might not like them, wildcat. But they are on your team. We all are. And you need
them, especially right now. It just means I'll be watching their asses closely, and fuck me if they step
one toe out of line, they will feel the wrath of the mad dog."
Chapter 3
Harlow
stared at Lily in shocked horror, glancing between her and my cell.

I She was right and I knew it.
But it didn't make it any easier.
I really didn't want to face them, but this was kind of one of those 'fucked up, significant' situations
which called for it.
I switched on my cell, watching the screen light up as I waited for it to load.
"Gosh," I muttered, "It's after 1am already."
As the cell loaded, I immediately watched in disbelief as notifications popped up. I had several
missed calls from Dex and Finn, along with text messages asking, no – demanding, where I was.
"Ah fuck," I muttered, running my hand through my hair as I looked at Lily. "I think they know
something is up. They tried to call a lot."
Lily reached over to her nearly empty wine glass, downing the contents in one go. "Better call
them. It's like a bandaid – do it fast and hard. Actually, it's a lot like sex then."
I spluttered and choked on my own drink as I followed suit, pressing the call button as I tried to
ignore the thoughts of Finn and Dex railing me hard and fast on the damn couch.
The line rang only twice before Finn's panicked voice floated into my ears. "Oh my God, Har. Are
you okay? Where are you?"
"Hey..." I started, unsure how to have that conversation. "I'm okay. I'm with Lily."
In the background, I heard Dex swear as he and Finn argued over who could hold the phone. I
heard Finn mutter a curse before his voice spoke again.
"You've got us in a spin, babe. What's going on? We can come to you..."
I looked to Lily, the volume loud enough that she could hear the conversation. She nodded and I
repeated the address she gave me, as I heard Finn also pass it on to Dex. He must have been driving
them.
"I'll explain when you get here," I choked out, emotion weighing me down.
I frowned as I heard bangs and shuffles before Dex's voice shot down the phone, the sound sending
shock through me like a live wire.
"Harli, where is Bryson? I'm going to wring his fucking neck. Is it true the police took him away?"
My lips parted in shock as I took in his words. "How did you know?"
Dex cleared his throat. "Sally cornered me when I got home."
Ahh, of course. Mrs. Ferris had seen me in the hallway. Well, that's really embarrassing. Now I
couldn't ever show my face in the apartment building again.
"I'll... I'll explain when you get here," I whispered, the memories flooding back too quickly for my
liking.
Thankfully, Dex didn't push it. "We'll be there in about 10 minutes. We're coming, okay?"
"Okay," I said, hanging up the phone and looking at Lily.
"Suppose I should put a bra on or something," she muttered, forcing herself up, a slight sway in her
step.
I followed suit, standing up and looking around the messy living room. "Fuck, Lil. What am I going
to do?"
Lily gave me a tight smile. "What we always do, babe. Survive."
The loud knock on the door a short time later startled me and I stood in my spot in the living room as
Lily made her way down to the hallway. I heard the door open and some mumbled exchange of words
before a stampede of footsteps came towards me. A few seconds later, I found myself locking eyes
with Dex and Finn as they burst into the living room.
They both stopped, taking a brief moment to look me over. I could see the relief in their eyes as
they saw I was physically okay – at least, as best as I could be, before Finn moved forward, pulling
me into his chest.
"Fuck, Har. You scared the shit out of me."
I wrapped my arms around the middle of his back, hugging him as he nuzzled his face into the hair
on my shoulder.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice breaking as I felt the tears threatening to emerge.
"You have nothing to apologize for," he answered, pulling back enough to look at my face.
His eyes held so much concern, a look I wasn't used to these days, that I immediately broke down
in tears.
"Hey," he muttered, pulling me back into his arms again, "you're safe. It's okay."
I burrowed my head into his chest, my body jolting with the sobs as Lily and Dex stood in the
doorway, watching.
Finn's hand cupped the side of my face and guided me to look at him. I sniffled as tears spilled
down my flushed cheeks.
"We're here. Miraculously, since that idiot drives like a maniac."
"Hey!" Dex yelled, and apparently that was all the motivation he needed to push Finn away
because the next second, I stumbled as his body was pulled away from me.
I blinked, confused before Dex appeared in my line of vision.
"Harlow," he muttered in a deep, low voice. Behind him, Finn was glaring at him angrily and I had
to wonder if they would start fighting in Lily's living room. Better yet, would Lily let them. One
glance at her amused look between the two of them, and I decided it was a safe bet.
"Dex," I breathed, watching him carefully. His eyes looked toward the floor for a second, sadness
and regret filling them as he grabbed my face in between his hands.
"God, please don't do that again. I thought... fuck, it doesn't matter. I'm glad you're okay."
My resolve was quickly crumbling and despite the nerves and feelings of uncertainty, I let myself
move forward into him. Dex paused, also surprised by my gesture, before quickly wrapping his arms
around me.
"They took him... out of the apartment. I couldn't do anything."
Finn stepped in besides us, his hand stroking the small of my back as Dex held me.
"We'll figure it out, Har. Dex has made some enquiries with friends and we're trying to track down
which station he is at. It seems really suspicious. Do you think it's the stalker?"
I opened my mouth to speak but Lily beat me to it.
"Stalker?! What fucking stalker? And why am I only hearing about this now?"
Dex and Finn threw me glances which said 'you're on your own with this one' and I gave Lily a
guilty smile before slowly filling her in. She stayed quiet, listening, giving the occasional nod and
when I finished, she pondered it all thoughtfully.
"So, do you think the stalker is responsible for Bryson? Or is Bryson an actual psychopath?
Because you know it's always the handsome, charming ones."
"I'm not a murderous psychopath," muttered Dex.
Lily rolled her eyes. "We know. I said handsome, charming ones, dickhead."
Dex's mouth hung open in shock as Finn unsuccessfully muffled a laugh as a cough.
"Guys," I whined, tiredness from the alcohol seeping in and the three of them went quiet as I rubbed
my eyes. I was well and truly beyond exhausted. My emotional capacity was at its peak and frankly, I
was just done with it all for now.
Finn stepped forward, his hand stroking the top of my arm. "Let's get you home. You need rest. We
can figure this out in a few hours."
"Uh, excuse me. But you're not taking her," interrupted Lily, her hand on her hip. Even slightly
drunk she was a damn force to reckon with and judging by the hesitant look on Finn's face, he agreed.
Dex, however, had no problem arguing with anyone and everyone. "She's coming home. End of
discussion."
"I'm still happy to donate your testes. Put one hand on her, and I'll remove one ball for each time
you try."
"Guys!" I snapped, annoyance taking over. "This is not the time. I'm staying here the night. Whether
you two stay as well is up to Lily, but I'm staying here for the night. The room is starting to spin."
I strolled past them towards Lily's bedroom, pushing the door shut behind me. I could hear muffled
talking but I did my best to block it out as I crawled into Lily's double bed. The duvet smelled like her
and I took comfort in that fact, because while everything was falling apart again, at least I wasn't
alone this time.
Groaning, I tossed and turned, pulling the pillow over my face as I tried unsuccessfully to hide from
the sun.
Opening one eye, I peeked at the clock on the wall, whimpering when I discovered it was only
7am. I had barely even been asleep for 5 hours.
Immediately, thoughts of Bryson hit me and it was more effective than any cup of coffee – though I
was still going to need one.
Sitting up, I looked around and found I was alone in the room still. And from what I could tell, it
looked like Lily's side of the bed hadn't been touched either.
Carefully, I climbed out of bed, whining at the ache in my head as I stumbled slowly towards the
door. I stepped out into the living room and blinked as I found Lily, Finn and Dex sitting on the couch
talking. They all looked at me as I emerged and I suddenly felt like I was on The Voice or something.
"Did any of you even sleep?" I murmured sleepily, rubbing my eyes as I took a seat next to Lily.
"No," answered Dex, "we've been trying to find out some information and getting Lilith up to date
on everything."
"Call me that, one more fucking time and see what happens," growled Lily, and I looked at her in
surprise.
She looked at me back, a warning on her face. "Don't ask."
I held up a hand defensively. "Wasn't going to..."
Finn stood up, his gaze on me. "Do you want some coffee?"
"Please..." I begged, my hard resolve crumbling easily from the words. I was way too vulnerable in
the mornings and the easiest way to my heart was through caffeine.
He disappeared from the room as Lily put an arm around my shoulders.
"Hey, we're going to get this sorted. Are you ready to face it though? We can do it without you if
you need."
I shook my head. "I need to know the truth, Lil. This is killing me."
Lily frowned, her usual bubbly face serious. "Do you think it was him? I mean, you were there that
night. What are your thoughts?"
I looked up as Finn came back in, a hot mug in his hands which he carefully passed to me.
"Thanks, Finn," I murmured appreciatively, an odd fluttering in my stomach at the gesture. I turned
to Lily, thinking about her question. "I'm not sure. I... I didn't think Bryson would ever be capable of
something like that. He's not that type of person. But," I stopped, looking at my feet as the guilt caught
me hard, "he did vanish right before I heard mom scream. It doesn't explain the other guy I saw that
night. Or make any sense as to why Charles Maxwell was dragged into it."
Dex cleared his throat. "People do weird things they don't mean. Sometimes they make mistakes..."
Lily threw him an incredulous look while Finn raised an eyebrow. "Killing someone isn't just a
brief mistake," he said, rolling his eyes.
"I don't mean that," Dex responded, and I had the odd sense that he wasn't talking about Bryson any
more.
I took a sip of the coffee, the warm liquid immediately bringing me some comfort and relief. I
looked around at the three of them watching me and I shrugged, feeling uneasy.
"I don't know what to say really. People have continuously surprised me by doing things I never
expected from them," I paused, noticing Dex shift awkwardly. "However," I continued, "I think we
need to talk to him, if possible. He's been one of the only people who treated me like a human, I have
to give him the benefit of the doubt. Or at least, listen to him. Because if I don't, then I'm no better than
the rest of this shit city."
Chapter 4
Bryson
can't believe this has happened.

I How could I have gone from sitting in Harlow's apartment, finally telling her I liked her, to
suddenly being arrested for murder?
Murder of her mother, no less.
Surely, I was going to wake up from this nightmare soon because this was a goddamn joke.
And my wrist was killing me.
I looked to the handcuff which was still secured around my right wrist, the other cuff locked around
the bolted metal bed in my cell.
The police had taken away my clothes, putting me in one of those awful orange prison jumpsuits.
Apparently given the nature of the charge, they felt it was best to keep me restrained, even though I
was in a damn cell already.
Officers had gone past the cell door numerous times but whenever I tried to talk to them, they
ignored me.
I was allowed a phone call, right? Who would I even call?
I hadn't spoken to my father in years. He would have been the best person to deal with this mess but
I didn't even know where he was any more. Mom would have a meltdown – God, I can imagine it
now. Her pride and joy son, in jail for murder. I couldn't do that to her, she was already dealing with
so much.
Fuck.
My boss was going to kill me and I'll probably lose my job for this. Even though I was innocent,
Tronic's would lose their shit when they found out. All my hard work will have been for nothing.
I had a new found respect for Harlow because I suddenly, on a very deep, personal level,
understood how she had been feeling the past few months. To work so hard and have your whole life
changed in an instant, by someone you don't even know. God, how did she even deal with it for as
long as she did?
Guilt and hurt filled me as I thought about all the pain she must have been through – losing her
family, all her friends, her job, the promotion... everything, and there was nothing she could do to stop
it. She was stuck on a rollercoaster while someone else controlled her life and slowly took
everything from her. She fought against all that for months, trying to survive and stay afloat, only to
finally come out of some of the worst pain of her life. And now to have this on her.
My arrest.
Fuck, what if she didn't believe me? What if no one did?
I took a deep breath. I was innocent – I knew this. So, surely I had to trust the justice system that the
truth would be seen. This had to be the work of Harlow's stalker. I had gone snooping into her files
and found evidence. He mustn't have liked that and now he was trying to remove me from the picture
and make me pay.
I had to fight back because what was going to stop him from going after Harlow, or the other guys,
if I was no longer looking into it. In fact, all this highlighted was the fact that there was definitely
something suspicious happening and the truth needed to come out. Harlow needed to be free from this.
Back to my current dilemma though, how was I going to get out of this?
I could call a friend but given the mess in the city, particularly with Harlow's situation, it could be
really bad to bring someone in. What could they even do, really?
There were very little options unfortunately. I sighed. He was going to be so mad and give me the
biggest lecture of my life but I needed to call Blaise. My brother might be able to sort this out. He
hated anything chaotic but he would be able to access my money for bail, and he would be the one
person to stand on my side regardless.
Pulling on the cuff, I groaned when it didn't budge. I listened, trying to hear sounds or something to
indicate an officer was nearby but I heard nothing.
"Hello?" I called out, my voice echoing down the hall. "Can I please make my phone call?"
Silence.
Letting out a breath, I rubbed my head with my free hand. I had to get more assertive.
"I am legally entitled to make a phone call, or seek legal representation. By denying me this, you
are breaching my rights and are liable, which could result in action against you."
I heard a chair scrape across the floor further down the hall, followed by footsteps before a rough
looking man in his 40s appeared in front of my cell.
"Is that so, chump?"
"Listen," I started, trying to keep my voice level, "I just want to make my call. There's been a
misunderstanding and I'd really like the opportunity to correct that. Can I please call my brother?"
"Can I please call my brother?" he mimicked in a high pitched tone.
Seriously?!
"Sir," I growled, "I don't know what the heck is going on but I'm innocent. And I'd appreciate the
chance to access my legal rights so I can get this rectified."
The officer snorted. "Innocent, right. As if I don't hear that 50 times a day. I'll let the sergeant know
your request. Sit tight," he laughed, his eyes dancing over the handcuffs before disappearing down the
hall again.
This was a fucking nightmare.
"You have to be kidding me."

The familiar voice jolted me awake and I groaned in pain as my hand involuntarily jerked against
the handcuff, the metal digging into my already sore wrist.
Standing on the other side of the cell door was Blaise, a shocked look on his face as he took in my
current state.
I was finally able to call him after what seemed to be hours, and after knowing I had someone
working on helping me get out of here, I managed to fall asleep. How I fell asleep, upright and cuffed,
I'm not sure but God I was relieved to see my twin brother.
"Blaise," I croaked out, my mouth dry. "Thank God. Please tell me you didn't tell mom."
Blaise looked at me like I had grown two heads and leaned against the bars. "Yeah, right. And
make her start comfort cooking? Not a damn chance. Fuck, orange really isn't your color, brother."
If I could have reached him, I probably would have smacked him or something. His sense of humor
always got us through the rough times but right now, I just wanted to get out of here.
Looking at us, you'd probably be hard pressed to tell us apart from a distance. But close up, there
were many differences. We had similar builds, and even shared the same kind of face. But whereas I
had glasses, Blaise was gifted with perfect eyesight. I did, however, make up for it in height –
standing 2 inches taller than him. In a brief moment of rebellion as a teen after our father left, Blaise
also got his right forearm tattooed, the black ink travelling around his arm in random patterns. Mom
still hadn't forgiven him for that, or the tattooist for believing his bullshit when he said he was over
18.
The officer put the key in the door, unlocking the cell and my heart leapt as I watched him walk
over and uncuff me. The instant relief as the metal was removed shot through me and I muttered a
quick thanks as I rubbed the red skin.
"You've been granted bail, Bailey. Get your paperwork from the front. You're to remain at your
house until further notice. We'll be doing random patrols to ensure you are where you should be. If
you breach any of your conditions, I'll be seeing you again."
"Gotcha," I murmured, standing up and walking towards Blaise. I was so distracted and exhausted I
missed the pile of clothes being shoved in my face from the side, and stumbled as I tried to catch
them. It took me a moment to realize it was the clothes I had been wearing when I was arrested.
The officer disappeared down the hall and I made quick work of removing the disgusting orange
jumpsuit and pulling on my white shirt and black jeans. Blaise leaned against the opposite wall,
shaking his head.
"What the hell happened, Bry?"
I pushed my glasses further up my nose, shrugging as I quickly left the cell. "I have no idea. I don't
even know why I was arrested. I, obviously, didn't do it though."
Blaise walked beside me as we headed to the front desk, a lone female officer sitting there looking
bored as she started processing my bail paperwork. We stood in silence, waiting for the comfort of
privacy before continuing our conversation and after repeating my conditions, I greedily took the
paperwork and my stored belongings from the officer so I could leave the station.
When we were safely in Blaise's beat up little buzz box, I put my head in my hands, letting out a
frustrated sigh. "Fuck!"
I heard the engine start up and the car move, so I quickly clicked my seatbelt on, anxious to get
home and take a shower. I also needed to contact Harlow. That's if she would even speak to me.
My cell was in a plastic bag which had been handed back with my paperwork and I quickly pulled
it out, noticing the battery was low. I had several missed calls – mostly from Dex.
Blaise cleared his throat, his eyes on the road. "So, murder charges, huh? Who did you apparently
murder?"
"Harlow's mom..." I whispered, disbelief setting in again.
Blaise's looked at me, shock on his face. "That girl you liked from work?"
I nodded, leaning my head back into the headrest as I closed my eyes. "Her mom was the one that
died the night of the city dinner. You remember, the one I went to with Harlow?"
"Right," Blaise agreed, but his face was still contorted in confusion. "I thought someone else was
arrested for that."
"They were," I confirmed, sleep threatening to take over, "but it appears someone wants to drag me
through it too."
We fell into silence again and I dozed off momentarily, only realizing I had done so when Blaise
shook me awake to let me know we were at my apartment.
As we walked inside from the car, I shivered from the cold air. It was still early, the sun only just
starting to peak over the horizon. I needed a few hours rest before I dealt with this. A shower, then
bed sounded amazing. Then as soon as I was awake, I was going to call Harlow and set things
straight.
If that bastard thought he was going to take me down, he had another thing coming.
Chapter 5
Harlow
ex's bed was oddly comfortable, but that may have been because I hadn't slept much last night.
D I was alone in his room, my cell in my hand as I worked up the courage to call Bryson's
number.
We had all returned to mine and Dex's apartment, after receiving new information from a friend of
Dex's that Bryson had been released on bail. I had asked for privacy to make the call, wanting to be
alone. I still couldn't bring myself to go into my own room yet, so I found refuge in Dex's. Eventually,
I was going to have to just bite the bullet, but not today. I had bigger problems to deal with.
My finger hovered over the call button, frozen as I internally panicked. I wasn't sure how to handle
this, or what I could even say if he answered. 'Sorry to bother you. Did you kill my mom? How was
jail?'
I groaned, throwing myself backwards onto the mattress. My cheeks blushed as sudden images of
Dex banging the crap out of me in here filled my mind. Not what I needed right now, brain. Thanks.
I was just about to chicken out of calling him when a light knock sounded on the bedroom door
before Finn poked his head around.
"Are you okay, Har?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
"I don't know if I can do it," I whispered, the admission plaguing me with guilt.
Finn nodded, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. I should have felt
overwhelmed at being alone with him right now, but old comfort was what was getting me through.
"I understand," he said, sitting next to me. I shifted my body to counter balance the mattress shifting
caused by his weight. "But I think you will feel better if you do it. Or at least if one of us did it."
I looked at him with bewilderment. "You'd do it?"
"Of course."
I shook my head. "I think it needs to be me, Finn. I owe him that much."
Finn raised his hand, brushing a piece of my hair away from my face and tucking it behind my ear. I
resisted the urge to shiver from his touch, my body fighting back confusing feelings. Though if I was
being honest, there was nothing confusing about how much I wanted him. The confusing factor was
that I loved Finn, but also still craved Dex. And Bryson. Which was as fucked up as it came, right
now.
It wasn't fair to want all of them. All that would ensure is broken hearts and messy feelings.
But I couldn't deny they made me happy. I guess it just highlighted the fact of how fucked up I was.
Maybe I was so messed up and broken that I needed not one, but three people to put me back together.
Or I was just too much to handle for a normal person so the task needed to be shared around. Sharing
was caring, after all.
I reached out, grabbing Finn's hand as our fingers laced together. Using my free hand, I hit dial on
the cell, my heart beating a million miles an hour as I listened to the line ring.
Just as I thought it was about to go to voicemail, I heard a click, followed by a rough, hoarse voice.
"Harlow?"
My hand self-consciously gripped Finn's tighter as my head lowered, my chin nearly touching my
chest.
"Bryson… are you okay?" I muttered, trying to find a logical and reasonable way to start this
conversation.
The line went quiet and I frowned, frozen as I waited for a response. Bryson breathed out, and I
could almost picture him pushing his hand through his curls out of exasperation.
"I've had better nights, that's for sure," he finally breathed out, his voice breaking seemingly from
exhaustion. "But you need to believe me… I didn't do it. I don't know what has happened but I was set
up. God, what must you be going through right now, Harlow? I'm so sorry."
My heart clenched at the same time my hand did, as I felt tears well up in my eyes.
Of course at a time like this, Bryson would be thinking of me and not himself.
I sniffled, immediately feeling Finn next to me tense up with concern. On the phone, Bryson let out
a sympathetic sigh.
"I wish I could be there with you. Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah…" I whispered, two silent tears finally bubbling over and sliding down my cheeks.
"We're going to get through this, Harlow," Bryson promised, his voice firmer. "He won't get away
with this."
I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "I hope so."
"I've got Blaise and some friends trying to help and an attorney is going to drop by later today. As
soon as I get the okay to leave the apartment, I'm coming to find you. Okay?"
"Okay," I agreed, listening as he lingered on the call for a few more seconds, muttering a few more
comforting words before hanging up.
I carefully placed the cell down on the mattress besides me, my eyes unfocused as I stared at the
wall, lost in my own thoughts. Finn gently grabbed my chin, turning my face to look at him.
"Hey…" he started, his eyes searching mine.
"He didn't do it…" I whispered in reply, but my heart was breaking for other reasons.
I believed him. But that led me to the other horrible conclusion.
My stalker did this.
He had always been watching, making threats about hurting them. So it couldn't be coincidental that
as soon as they start investigating, and finding potential evidence, that suddenly they were in the firing
line.
It was my fault.
They were being dragged into this and were now in danger because of me.
All at once, the flood gates opened. My body heaved before a sob broke through my lips as I curled
over. I covered my face with my hands as I cried, not even the least bit concerned about the sounds or
how loud I was being.
I could hear and feel movement around me but my brain couldn't register anything except for the
pain and guilt drowning me.
Hands gripped the sides of my arms, a blurry figure leaning down in front of me. Concerned, green
eyes caught my attention and I blinked, quick to realize that Dex was on his knees in front of me.
I sat up straight, confusion distracting me as I confirmed that Finn was in fact, also still in the room.
"Harli, what's going on?" Dex murmured and I shook my head as I wiped my nose.
"This is all my fault."
Dex and Finn both erupted into speech at the same time, giving me encouraging words but they
meant nothing to me. Honestly, there were no words that could take away the guilt or the anxiety that
sat deep inside of me. The thought of any of them being hurt because of me was too much to deal with.
A hand fell onto my knee and I followed it to find Dex staring at me intensely.
"You're going into your own head, Harlow. Don't do that. You can't control everything."
He stood up, holding out his hand to me. I looked at it inquisitively before hesitantly taking it. Dex
pulled me to my feet and I felt my cheeks heat up as he walked me around to the side of the bed.
Behind me, I could feel Finn watching with bated breath too, confused but not voicing any of his
thoughts either. We watched as Dex pulled the duvet down and fluffed the pillows.
"Lie down," Dex muttered.
I looked between him and Finn, my brain going into overdrive. A silence hung between us but
without protest from them, I slowly climbed onto the soft mattress, curling myself up on my side.
I watched as Dex threw Finn a silent look, and my heart stopped as I waited for heated words or an
argument to break out. But to my surprise, neither occurred. Slowly, they both moved, walking to
either side of the bed and making themselves comfortable as they climbed in on both sides of me.
Pushing myself up slightly, I looked at them both with wide eyes but my words were caught as
Dex's arm snaked around my waist, his body pressing into my back. I looked at Finn as he laid in front
of me, and my breath hitched when his hand caressed my cheek, the two of them encasing me in the
middle of their bodies.
Carefully, Finn's arm found a comfortable resting position on my upper leg, his fingers brushing
against my clothed skin as he soothed away my thoughts. They both did. As they both held me
protectively, their differences temporarily aside, I forgot all about my worries and the three of us just
laid there in silence.
I must have fallen asleep because when I woke, the room was starting to lose some light. There was
an orange glow illuminating Dex's belongings and before panic could take over me again, an arm
tightened around me.
Looking down, I found Dex and Finn still perched against me, their eyes closed as they slept
peacefully. A small smile broke out on my face as I watched them.
Someone cleared their throat and I looked up in shock to find Lily leaning against the door frame,
one hand on her hip and a smirk on her face as she took in the scene.
"Well, this is a nice position, wildcat," she whispered, her eyes dancing between the sleeping guys.
I blushed, resisting the urge to pull the duvet over my head and suffocate all of us but instead I did
my best to glare at her. It clearly didn't work as she snorted, the noise causing Finn to jump slightly in
his sleep.
"Shut up," I muttered, slowly untangling my limbs from the guys as I carefully climbed out of the
bed.
When I successfully reached the door, the two of us paused, looking at the sleeping figures of Dex
and Finn. They were so close to touching and I could feel my body starting to shake with laughter at
the thought. Lily grabbed my hand and pulled me from the room, leading me to the living room.
"I'm impressed," she grinned, giving me a wink. "Little innocent Harlow, starting her own harem."
"It's not like that," I murmured, letting her drag me through the apartment.
"Sure it ain't, babe."
I swallowed hard, my cheeks turning as red as a pepper as we stepped into the living room. It took
me a few seconds to realize something was out of the ordinary. Maybe it was the shock of everything
causing a massive delayed reaction but brown eyes found mine immediately and my steps faltered.
Standing in the middle of the living room, looking a little worse for wear, was the one currently on
my mind.
"Bryson…"
Chapter 6
Harlow
"H ey,Bryson's
Harlow."
eyes gave me a cautious one-over, like an injured animal being approached by a
predator. But I was no predator, and everyone knew this. I was as broken and injured as they came.
My first instinct was to give him a hug, but instead I stood frozen to my spot, my thoughts swimming
around in my head. My heart was pounding with nerves but a gentle brush on my arm grounded me as
Lily grabbed my hand and sat me down on the couch.
"How…?" I started, surprised to see him standing in front of me. Surely they don't let murder
suspects off that easily.
Bryson nodded, taking a seat in the single armchair against the wall diagonally to me.
"My attorney sorted it out. Apparently, the 'evidence' they had, wouldn't stand up in court so the
police were forced to drop the charges and let me go. They claimed it was a misunderstanding, but I
think we all know better."
I nodded, the feeling of rocks in my throat as I pondered his words.
My stalker.
Lily sat down next to me, the force making me bounce as she swung an arm over my shoulder.
"So, safe to say this guy has connections," she muttered, voicing the terrifying thoughts that were
housed in my own mind.
Bryson ran a hand through his curls before rubbing the bridge of his nose, his glasses slipping
down slightly. "It would appear so but for whatever reason, I think it was meant as a warning or
threat. But Harlow, you have to realize, I'm not going anywhere."
"And neither are we."
My head snapped to the side to see Dex and Finn standing in the entrance, their eyes glued to
Bryson. I could see the calculated thoughts behind Finn's eyes, and worse still, I could see the
uncertainty and anger in Dex's. They didn't trust Bryson, and why would they? Right now, everyone
was a target, and a suspect.
They were a target because of me. And the guilt that sat in my stomach tasted like poison.
Bryson shifted awkwardly under the weight of the other's stares, before turning back to me.
"My attorney said they might reopen the investigation into your mom. I'm not sure what that means
entirely but I think we all need to be on our guard."
"Yeah," Lily started, tightening her arm around me, "and you need to focus on the positives. You
have us. Well, at least me. And frankly, that counts for everything. I'll kick this stalker's ass."
A laugh bubbled out of my mouth as I looked at her, tears welling in my eyes as emotion finally
won over my control.
"Lil…" I sniffled, "What if he doesn't stop? What if next time he hurts someone because of me?"
Finn stepped over and sat on the other side of me, unfazed by Lily's glare or arm. "Har, we are not
going to leave you. He can threaten us all he likes. We're not going anywhere. And we are going to do
everything we can to bring this lunatic down."
I could feel a burning gaze and my eyes found Dex's, hesitation eating at me as we looked at each
other.
"He's right, Harlow. We'll sort this out."
I shook my head, eyes averting to the ground as tears spilled down my cheeks. "I don't want you
involved. Any of you. It's too dangerous."
"Tough shit," responded Dex.
The annoyed tone in his voice drew my attention, and I instinctively felt the need to get defensive.
My head snapped up as I glared at him.
"Why do you even care?"
Dex raised an eyebrow, his eyes never leaving mine even as the others watched us carefully.
"Why do I care?" he echoed, confusion in his words. "What the fuck do you mean 'why do I care'?"
Anger started to rise in my chest, because let's be honest, it's a lot easier to deal with than guilt or
fucking sadness. Anger was an emotion I could hold onto with both hands. It made me want to fight, to
survive. The other feelings slowly ate at me until I was left with nothing, and right now, I couldn't
deal with the vulnerability.
I needed to fight.
No.
I needed to just push them all away.
"I mean," I started, my eyes narrowing as I glared at him, "you have had months. Months and
months of having the chance to be there for me, and now you want in? You've done nothing but treat
me horribly. You lied, you abandoned me, you made me feel unsafe and uneasy in my own fucking
home. You treated me like you owned me, used me… just to then have girls over to rub it in my face."
The silence in the room was deafening, and for once, even Lily had nothing to say.
The initial confusion on Dex's face vanished, surprise and guilt taking it's place. But all that did
was spur me on more. I stood up.
"You all fucking left me. I needed someone. I told everyone from the beginning I was innocent, and
all everyone did was believe lies. Years of friendships, down the drain. I, obviously, meant jack shit
to everyone because no one respected me enough to even give me the time of day or the benefit of the
doubt. It, literally, took nearly KILLING myself for you all to come around. What if I had died, huh?
What if I bled out in there? Would you have gone to my funeral and cried martyr? Or would you have
passed me aside without a fleeting fucking thought?"
My arm was outstretched, pointing to my closed bedroom door. My eyes broke away from Dex's
wavering ones to look at it.
My sanctuary… my hell. My living nightmare.
I stomped past them to the door, my brain aware of them all standing and looking at me in panic as I
flung open the door. It bounced off the internal wall, but I was too pumped up on adrenaline to care.
Stepping inside the room, I looked around.
It was so familiar, yet so foreign. Everything was still how I left it, except the box of dad's
possessions was tucked back under the bed and the carpet was slightly off colour where a patch of
off-tone pink still stained the floor.
Hands gently grabbed my waist from behind and I spun around, finding Finn watching me with an
agonizing expression.
"Don't touch me!" I snapped.
Finn dropped his hands but didn't move. "Har, take a breath. I know this is a lot."
"A lot?!" I repeated, in disbelief. "It's fucking ridiculous! I should have just died. Then I'd be free
from this nightmare, and none of you would be in danger."
The four of them looked like they had been slapped in the face, poor Lily included. I could see the
hurt on her face as she listened, and it hurt me. It hurt so fucking bad, but I just wanted them away
from me.
For my benefit.
And for theirs.
Dex stepped forward, standing behind Finn as he looked at me in desperation.
"Harli, please! I said I was sorry. I'm a fucking idiot, I know. But this isn't the way to deal with it-"
"NO!" I screamed, cutting him off. I pointed at him, my index finger directed straight at his heart.
"YOU don't get to tell me how to fix what YOU broke. How I fucking choose to live, or die, is none
of your goddamn business. You fucking broke me. I thought you never, ever would. I thought you were
different, and you shattered me when I needed you. You can't get mad when you cut yourself on the
pieces of your own destruction. And you certainly don't get to tell me how to fucking fix myself. Fuck
you!"
Bryson and Finn's mouths dropped but what broke me was the tears I saw silently fall down Lily's
pale cheeks. She was always so full of life, and here I was, taking that from her.
I was a fucking monster.
I expected Dex to turn and leave, but instead he did the opposite. He pushed Finn back, throwing a
look at the others. I waited for them to fight with him but to my horror, all of them backed up, turning
and walking back into the living room.
My horror turned to panic as Dex stepped into my bedroom, and shut the door behind him. The
panic surged as I felt trapped and the anger disappeared like the coward I am.
"Dex, get out!" I forced out.
"No," he muttered, stepping closer to me. He had a look of determination and I resisted the urge to
slap him.
Or at least I thought I had.
SLAP.
His head snapped to the side before slowly looking back to me. My eyes widened as I shook my
head, fighting desperately for control.
"Get out… get out, please!" I begged, my arms wrapping around my body as I backed away.
Dex paused, before kneeling down on one knee, his eyes locked with mine.
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Maxwell Book 2) Steph Macca

The Chronicles of Maxwell - Book II

Stalk the Author!

TikTok (on the clock cause the party don’t stop)

Like book 1, this next part is equally as dark and a clusterfuck.

stared at Lily in shocked horror, glancing between her and my cell.

can't believe this has happened.

"You have to be kidding me."

DAS ABC DES LEBENS

AUGUST SCHERL G. M. B. H. / BERLIN SW68

DIE KINDER KAINS

AUGUST SCHERL G. M. B. H. / BERLIN SW68

AUGUST SCHERL G. M. B. H. / BERLIN SW68

MEINE STREICHE BEIM THEATER

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