Work Text:
She felt like the whole room was spinning, what had happen? She just remeber finding Rachel body, screaming and then all peach black.
“Chloe?
Where is Chloe?”
She can barely make the whole sentence, a feeling of pressure in her hands and ankles. Following a sharp pain coming from her neck and goes back to unconsciousness, a shadow she sees lurking in the darkness in the corner of the room. She’s now in a different position than she was hours ago, tied to a chair; the brunette could feel the coldness from the floor, but now a flash every now and then. She didn’t understand what was happening she tried so hard to say something but all that came out from her mouth
“Chloe”
“Now stop fucking moving Max, you’re ruining the portrait” Jefferson snapped back. Moving back Max to a better angle for the camera.
“Get… your hands off me…” Max replayed back snapping out of the drugs, she needed to, she needed to know where Chloe is; after all she’s enduring this for her, she rewinded time for the first time for her, it was always for Chloe Price.
“God don’t be such a brat, you’re getting a five star treatment.” He snapped another picture “at least a better one than Rachel did” he stood up to take a quick look at the portraits he took with the camera.
This was her chance Jefferson was distracted, and her pretending to still be drugged was working, she rewinded back. She was back in the chair but this time she wasn’t tied up, yet. Jefferson, probably looking for the rope to tie her up, the brunette sends Chloe a quick message.
Chloe please
This is not a joke Nathan is not the murder Jefferson is.
I’m sending you my location, please come.
I’m scared.
Was the last message Max sent before all went blurry again. She woke up to an angry Jefferson screaming at poor Max's face, she didn’t have a clue what was going on but for sure it was nothing positive for her.
“You’re gonna pay, for Rachel and everyone” she growled back at Jefferson.
He chuckled “that if you’re still here Caufield, would you like to be? Next to Rachel?” He grabbed a full syringe, probably to make an overdose or more. He was going to pinch it on Max neck.
She was scared, so scared for her and for Chloe, what if he got to Chloe first, is this the end?. Kicking, screaming and crying was all she could do.
A sudden bang coming from the other room.
Jefferson makes a pause, “you better not pull any tricks on me you hear me? Fucking bitch”. He takes quiet steps and grabs a pipe laying around as a defense weapon. Max knowing that would probably be Chloe, or at least is what she wished for.
“Chloe watch out” the brunette shouted back, with all that the strength she had left.
“Wh— how?!” Jefferson gets distracted by liking back at Max.
“Get the fuck away from her you psycho!!!” Chloe growls back hitting Jefferson with the back of her Stepdouche gun. Hitting him hard he fell unconscious.
Max felt her eyes tearing up, she was still tied up to the chair, she hated the feeling of not being in control all her senses were up to the sky, but she felt so powerless. What she had to endure will be stuck with her for life.
Once everything is settled down Chloe takes a look at max.
“Oh god. Max, I’m sorry I’m late— ar— are you okay? Are you hurt?” “What the hell did he do to you” Chloe was mumbling, trying to free Max from the rope on the chair. The brunette felt so numb, like if the whole reality had fucked with her, but she knew this was real. It had to be.
Once she was free she fell to Chloe’s arms in a desperate but sweet embrace, there’s when she broke. She couldn’t hold it anymore and started whimpering on Chloe’s shoulder.
“I— I was so scared Chloe- I really thought he was going to get me. I hated it so much, but I was more scared I would never see you again” She mumbled between whimpers. Chloe holds her tighter and closer to her body.
“God Caufield you almost died and you were still worried about me? I really don’t deserve you” Chloe started to tear up.
The call to 911 was made by Chloe since Max could barely speak. She told the brunette to go and sit in her car to wait so she could talk to the authorities about what had happened.
Max obeyed and went to Chloe's car. She loved the scent of it, it smelled homey, and like Chloe. How much she loved her. The feeling of numbness didn’t go away since she probably had some drugs kicking in her veins, and didn't ever hear when Chloe opened the door to get in.
“Max?? You okay?” Chloe asked in a quiet voice, placing her hand gently on Max's shoulder.
Her pupils dilated, she looked back confused at Chloe.. “Huh— yeah. I’m okay just feeling a little bit weird” Max replied, placing her hand on top of chloe.
“I just wanna go home,” the brunette said. “With you” she whispered bearly for Chloe to hear, at this point for both of them, what they all went through they developed feelings for each other, nothing new honestly.
“Partners in time remember caulfield” “we’re always be together” she placed a kiss on the brunette head.