A Werewolf'd Past And Present novel Chapter 30

I looked over to Carly and she was still standing in the same spot but her arms were brought up to her chest, like she was trying to protect herself. I took one of her arms and gently guided her to the bathroom that was close by.

When the door shut behind us she broke down crying. tears streamed down her face, her make up running and smearing. I found it slightly amusing, but quickly brushed that feeling aside because I knew the reason why she was crying.

"You... You... Why?" Carly sputtered.

"How long has that been going on?" I questioned a bit angrily, ignoring her question.

She looked down as the tears continued to drip from her eyes. A while then, I assumed. I grabbed some paper towel for her to wipe her face of the now ruined make up job. She took it gratefully and began to wipe it away.

"Why?" she repeated.

"No one should have to go through that. No one."

"But I was such a bitch to you... and a lot of other people. No one would have helped me, but you did..." she went on.

"Yeah, you were and I did help you. I hope you remember this and you change for the better," I said with little emotion. I began to walk to the door.

"Max?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you."

Max's POV-

By the time school ended I was back to my normal self, but everyone knew something was off about me, but thankfully left it alone. I wasn't going to get into the topi of Carly with them. We made it back to Logan's house and everyone was getting out of the car, but I didn't budge.

"Max? You okay?" Logan questioned from the seat besides mine.

"Yeah, I just need to go to my apartment so I thought right now would be a good time," I said looking over at him with a smile. I saw the worried look on his face causing me to say, "Untwist your balls, I'm not going anywhere, but I would like my stuff back."

He nodded and buckled back up and headed out again, just the two of us. It was a comfortable silence the entire way there as I stared out the window admiring all the dense forest area. Not long later, I saw my apartment building come into view and glared at the shitting place. It was far from nice, but it was the only thing I could afford.

When got the building itself we had to walk up about three flights of steps before stumbling upon my shithole. I never really had a key to begin with so I had to lock pick my way in.

"Okay, it's pretty shitty," Logan laughs.

I made my way to my room. What was great about any of this was I never really had a lot of stuff, so it wasn't going to take long to go through and pack everything back up. The bad thing was that it was everywhere. I somehow managed to destroy any organisation I had within a couple days of being here and all my stuff was spread out making it look like I owned a lot of things.

I saw a clean pair of clothes and I rushed over to them and quickly changed into them before Logan got in here. Just as Logan walked in I was pulling m shirt over my head.

I looked around and found my big duffel bag and started to shove all my clothes into it, soon filling it. Beginning to fill the other pockets of the bag with other things around my room is when I noticed Logan had walked out of the bedroom at one point.

Getting curious, I straightened up and went to find him. I walked out my door and saw him sitting in one of the chairs holding a piece of think paper in his hands. He looked confused.

"What's that?" I ask as i wiped my hands against my newly changed jeans as I walked over to him.

"Max... is your last name Jackson or Lark?" he questioned looking up to me.

I froze. My birth name, something I haven't heard since... Him. The part of the story I left out. The part I didn't tell him because I couldn't, now it could slowly becoming visible.