Chapter Eighty-Four: The Rebel
- Arthur
- Mar 29
- 17 min read
Chapter 84
The Rebel
Rock and Maxx were in Newnet, a small rural village thirty miles outside Pink Top City, visiting an adult shop called “Sensual Desires.” Maxx drooled at the variety of porno videos and smiled at Rock.
Maxx: “Rock, I fucked twenty thousand lady babes and some of these videos are about ME!”
He beamed. Rock grinned.
Rock: “I bet, buddy! I see you everyday fucking those invisible lady babes! It must be WILD in there!”
He threw his fist up.
Maxx: “Yup! Only Maxx can see dem ‘cause I’m Maxxy Malone of Sex Beest!”
He beamed.
Rock: “That explains it all, buddy! I am not cool enough to see them! I am not Sex Beest!”
He laughed.
Maxx picked up a black video tape with barely legible handwriting that read, “Rockstar Fuckers.”
Maxx: “Ohohohoho, look at dis, Rock! It’s ‘bout me!”
Rock glanced at the video.
Rock: “Well, buddy! Let’s pop this bad boy into the VCR here and watch you pleasure more invisible lady babes or tape your picture to the screen when the sex scene in American Pizza plays!”
He beamed and spread his arms out. Maxx grinned inanely and popped the tape into the portable TV and VCR combination.
Roaring guitars blasted through the speakers, followed by wailing vocals.
“Rebel! I’m the rebeeel! We’ll sneak around in the niiiight! Gonna keep you up all niii-iiight!”
It cut to a shot that showed the back of a corpulent, tanned man on top of a dark-skinned woman, eating a hamburger.
Maxx: “OH, NAH-AH! DAT’S NOT MAXXY! DAT’S FUCKIN’ FATLEY!”
He screamed and stomped his foot. Rock leaned in closer.
Rock: “I don’t think so, buddy! I think it’s some fat guy!”
Maxx: “FATLEY IS A FAT GUY, ROCK!”
He screamed.
It cut to the front of the man as he ate a hamburger. He resembled a planet with how his round stomach protruded and how high out of this world he was. He had a blond shag cut that hung over his bulbous nose and an olive tan complexion with hooded cerulean blue eyes hovering over the woman’s large breasts as he penetrated her. The woman rubbed his big belly.
Woman: “O-Oh yes! My sexy piggy! Eat that hamburger and fuck me!”
She cooed, smacking his ass. The man oinked and cupped her breasts. It cuts to a close-up shot of the woman’s face. She had green eyes, freckles, and purple hair.
Rock: “Is that Makayla? Wasn’t this around the time she claimed she aborted Jaxon’s baby?”
He asked. Maxx angrily slammed his finger on the eject button, popping the tape out.
Maxx: “NAH-AH! No one fuckin’ cares ‘bout Jiro, Rock! Dat goddamn Fatley fucked MY McKayla!”
He stomped his foot.
Rock: “Maxxy, that is not A-Rad! That man is quite fat and a man.”
He nodded and grinned.
Maxx: “SO IS FATLEY!”
He caterwauled. Rock retained his smile and tucked the video into his coat.
Maxx kicked over a stand of videos, knocking them to the floor. One of the videos that slid to Rock’s boot was “Rockstar Fuckers 2: Mafia Princess.”
Rock: “Look, Maxxy! I think THIS is yours!”
He held the video up, pointing to it. Maxx’s eyes lit up. He snatched the tape.
Maxx: “ROCK ON, ROCK! DIS ONE IS ME WITH FILLY-BABE!”
He exclaimed and shoved the tape into the VCR, pressing play.
It showed a clip of the same obese man hovering over Felipa, penetrating her, and eating an eight-patty hamburger. Maxx froze at what he saw. His right eye twitched. Rock grinned and backed away, shapeshifting into a bat. He flew out carrying the tape with him.
Maxx: “F-Fatley… w-with my F-Filly-babe…?”
His face slowly turned red as his anger soared. Maxx bared his teeth, his green eyes burning like hot coals as he watched the fat man fuck his Filly-babe.
An older overweight man with a goatee and glasses approached Maxx.
Man: “Are you going to buy that?”
He asked flippantly.
Suddenly, the shelves and everything in the store shook. The man looked around, knitting his eyebrows.
Man: “A-Are we having a Reonaquake? We don’t get those in—”
Maxx let out a powerful super sonic scream that blew the man through the door and crashed into a car, killing him. The windows in the store burst, and the walls blew away.
Maxx continued to scream, the waves reaching the other shops, houses, cars, and people blowing them away. Utility poles blew over, crashing on people’s cars and people, killing them. Cracks in the ground started to form and shattered, forming a crater around Maxx.
When Maxx stopped screaming, he panted and looked around.
Maxx: “Huh? Where am I?”
~
At New Horizons Research, Dr. Wolfgang Duerr and Dr. Cedar Garafano walked down the corridor.
Dr. Duerr: “My creature destroyed an entire village. We must get to the bottom of WHAT caused this.”
He marveled and sighed happily.
Dr. Duerr: “Cedar, my beast is more than what I expected. I am pleased to say that Maxx is surpassing the expectations I laid on him.”
He said and shed a tear. Cedar looked blank.
Cedar: “Sir, did you know there are forty-five thousand deaths? And thousands are injured?”
Dr. Duerr inhaled sharply and raised a quizzical eyebrow at Cedar.
Dr. Duerr: “...What’s your point?”
He asked sharply. Cedar sighed.
Cedar: “People died, sir.”
Dr. Duerr gazed at him.
Dr. Duerr: “And? Should this affect me?”
Cedar bowed his head.
Cedar: “...Do you think Maxx is more than we can handle?”
He asked as his voice trailed away. Dr. Duerr scrutinized him and glared.
Dr. Duerr: “No, not at all! So there are casualties. What difference does this make? People die, and at least these people died because of the most wonderful creature to ever grace this planet. If that isn’t dying with dignity, I don’t know what is!”
His voice rose, and then he patted Cedar’s shoulder and smiled. Cedar drew a long breath.
Cedar: “Right.”
He said exasperatedly.
~
An older white man with thinning black hair and a suit stumbled into Trémaux Law Office. Rosemary was typing something up. She raised her head at him.
Rosemary: “Can I help you, sir?”
She said genially. The man rubbed the back of his head. He reached into his coat and withdrew an envelope.
Man: “I need you to give this to Tristan, please.”
Rosemary rose and took the manila envelope.
Rosemary: “Thank you, sir. I will give it to Tristan when he comes.”
She smiled. The man nodded and left the office with a devious smirk.
He turned down the alley and shapeshifted back into Rock. He jumped up, taking the form of a hawk, and flew away.
~
Tristan entered his office.
Tristan: “Hello, Rosemary. Any messages for me?”
He asked her as he took off his coat.
Rosemary: “A man left this for you, sir.”
She handed him a manila envelope. Tristan raised his eyebrows and took it.
Tristan: ‘Thank you.”
He said tersely and went upstairs to his office.
Tristan stepped into his office and sat at his desk. He opened the envelope and withdrew a videotape. He adjusted his glasses as he examined the video. A porn tape? He wondered. He reached into the envelope and withdrew the abortion record Makayla had gotten. Is this a prank? He wondered.
He wheeled his chair to his portable VCR and TV combination to pop the tape in. He watched it and saw Makayla with a fat man. He glanced at the record and then at the screen. He recalled Makayla not being upset about Celeste and Jaxon being an item. Deimos was more upset; could this man be the father? Of course, but why would she withhold this? He mused.
He fast-forwarded it. He had no interest in seeing this man eat sloppy hamburgers off Makayla. Or them making pig sounds. He stopped when he saw something that caught his eye. His jaw dropped at what he saw. He ejected the tape, stuffed it into the envelope, and rose, leaving the office.
He descended the stairs, grabbing his coat.
Tristan: “Rosemary, something came up. I won’t be back today.”
He said quickly as he left the office and dashed to his car. He threw the envelope in the passenger’s side, got in the driver’s seat, slid the key into the ignition, started it, and looked behind his shoulder as he backed out of his spot. He shifted gears and drove onto the road.
~
Jaxon was in Percy’s basement dungeon. He wore a red leather jacket opened to expose his bare chest, black leather pants, and sunglasses perched on his head. His ankles were locked in stocks with his arms raised and shackled with a microphone bound to his mouth.
Jaxon: “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS, PERCY?!”
He glared at him. Percy spread his arms out.
Percy: “I know what went down at your big birthday bash… None of your fans have ANY idea what Steel Axe is… and with this? They will know!”
He clapped his hands.
Jaxon: “WHAT?! YOU WERE THERE?!”
Percy: “Yes, love! I saw what Fabien and Craig did, too! They put on quite the show.”
He clicked his tongue and grinned.
Percy: “In any case, I will play the instrumentals to ‘The Rebel’ and you will be laughing to it. Doesn’t that sound amazing?”
He grinned and licked his lips.
Jaxon: “NO?!”
He hissed.
Louis came in, sweating and panting, dressed in a frog costume.
Louis: “I came to make Steel Axe real!”
Percy: “You said it best, my magical friend!”
He sang.
Jaxon: “The fuck is HE doing here?! WHY IS HE DRESSED AS A FROG?!”
He rasped.
Louis: “I’m the foot frog! Kero!”
He jumped around like a frog.
Jaxon: “That… makes NO sense!”
He huffed.
The instrumentals to “The Rebel” played, and Louis scrubbed two electric toothbrushes all over Jaxon’s soles.
Jaxon: “NOOOHOHOHOHO NOOOOOO! HAHAHA OHOHOHOHO NOOHOHOHOHOHO!”
He wailed and screamed along with his own vocals. Louis panted and held Jaxon’s toes back as he vigorously scrubbed his soles with the toothbrush. Jaxon flung his head back and screamed.
Jaxon: “HOHOHOHNOHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAH NOOOOOOOO HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO MAKE IT STOHOHP!”
He rasped between short breaths of laughter.
Tickles appeared behind Jaxon and tickled his armpits and poked his belly button while Louis scrubbed cat massagers on Jaxon’s feet.
Jaxon: “HAHAAHHOHOHOHO NONNONOOHOHOH AHAHAHAH STAHAHAHAHAP! STOOOOHOHOHOHOHOP! I’M BEGGING YOU!”
He shrieked and panted. Louis put the cat massagers on full speed, vigorously scrubbing his soles. Tickles used calligraphy brushes to brush against Jaxon’s armpits, his tummy, and poke into his belly button.
Jaxon: “NHOOHOHOH NOOOO! NOOOO! HAHAHAHAHAHAH NOHOHOHOHO OHOHOHO GODO STAAAHP!”
He whined and thrashed around.
~
Celeste was at their home watching wrestling on TV. She saw headlights shine in from the window and brightened when she saw it was Jaxon’s car. He parked the car and got out. Jaxon stomped in with a huff.
Jaxon: “HMPH! That stupid frog and that stupid clown!”
He pouted, grabbing a bottle of whiskey. Celeste ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him, showering him with kisses.
Celeste: “What’s wrong, handsome?”
She said softly, caressing his face. Jaxon felt his anger melt away to her sweet touch.
Jaxon: “Just a long day at work…”
He laughed a hollow laugh.
Jaxon: “How you doin’, beautiful?”
He purred, kissing her. She kissed him back and looked up at him with her violet eyes.
Celeste: “Better with you.”
She kissed his bare chest.
Jaxon: “Oh yes, everything is better with you and me, baby!”
He grinned at her.
She took his hands and led him to the couch. She placed his bottle of whiskey on the table beside the couch and lay on him. Jaxon smiled at her.
Celeste: “What do you want for dinner?”
She traced her finger over his nipple. Jaxon shivered at her touch.
Jaxon: “Your pussy.”
He teased. Celeste giggled and playfully slapped his chest.
Celeste: “You’re a bad boy.”
She giggled. Jaxon grinned at her.
Jaxon: “And you’re a bad girl!”
He lightly smacked her ass. She shivered.
Noah let someone into the house. Tristan showed up looking distraught.
Celeste: “Oh, hey, Tristan!”
She waved at him. Jaxon turned to him.
Jaxon: “Oh, hey, man! What’s up?”
Tristan: “Jaxon, I received something today. You have to see it.”
He knit his eyebrows.
Celeste: “Doesn’t sound too good.”
Tristan: “It’s worse.”
He said grimly. Jaxon drew a breath.
Jaxon: “What weird shit did Nariko do this time?!”
He sighed.
Tristan: “It’s not her. Look.”
He went to their VCR, put the tape in, and pressed play.
He sat with them on the couch. The three watched Brad and Makayla shagging, making oinking sounds, Brad eating a burger off her breasts, eating cake off her pussy, and Brad burping and farting loudly as she rubbed and slapped his belly. Makayla tied Brad up in shibari, and she referred to him as a “Sexy Christmas ham.” He was on his knees, eating a cake while Makayla stood over him, dressed up as a skimpy farmer, rubbing his fat body all over with arousal. The next scene Brad sat on a chocolate cake and farted on it. “Good piggie!” she cooed.
Celeste blinked and gagged.
Jaxon: “Eww! Why are you showing us this, Tristan? I didn’t peg you for a fat fetishist?! Wait, is that Brad with Makayla?! She was fucking my guitarist?!”
He gagged.
Tristan: “I am not one, Jaxon. This is about the time Makayla tried to defame you! And yes, it is!”
He hissed. Jaxon froze.
Jaxon: “...What?!”
Celeste: “The fuck?”
Tristan held up the abortion record.
Tristan: “This is who the father was, but it gets worse.”
Jaxon’s eyes widened.
Jaxon: “...Brad?! Wait? So, I wasn’t the father?!”
Tristan shook his head.
Celeste: “Worse? This is already disgusting. I’m going to get fuckin’ sick, Tristan.”
She groused.
Jaxon: “Worse?! How does it get worse than what I just saw?!”
Tristan: “Watch.”
He fast-forwarded it to Makayla in bed with Brad.
Makayla: “You should be the frontman of Steel Axe, not that loser who is a fatphobic bigot! If he weren’t fatphobic, he would have wanted me and you would be the frontman.”
She huffed, and Brad lay back smoking a joint.
Brad: “You know what I think? I think… I’m REALLLLLLY high right now, hahaha!”
He rolled over laughing.
Makayla: “Brad, I am tired of fat people being jokes and in the back while people like him shine. You have to take the reins!”
She said to him and held him close.
Brad: “Ohh, but I like making jokes! I like making people laugh! What rain? It’s not raining right now, you’re silly, Makayla!”
He laughed.
Makayla: “For now, I will use some knockout drugs and make him think he’s fucking me.”
She smirked.
Brad: “You know what would be funny? A beanbag. Beanbags are so cool. You can do anything with them! I like the green ones because they remind me of a bag of weed, hahahahahahahha.”
He laughed.
Makayla: “BRAD! That is the best idea! I will drug Jaxon and make him fuck a beanbag and tell him we fucked! It will be so beautiful like you, my piggy-wiggie!”
She crooned. Brad smiled widely at her.
Brad: “Awwwwwwww, no, you’re beautiful, my purple piggy!”
He cooed.
Celeste blinked. Jaxon was stunned beyond words.
Celeste: “A beanbag? Yeah, typical of Makayla to get into her sanctimonious ‘fat acceptance’ rants, but the beanbag gaslighting is… weird.”
Jaxon: “WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?! So… I didn’t fuck her at all?!”
He gasped.
Tristan: “No.”
He said quickly.
Tristan: “It gets worse.”
He blinked.
Celeste: “It gets worse than drugging him to hump a beanbag? I don’t know.”
She said numbly.
Jaxon: “I dunno if that’s worse than me actually fucking her.”
He fast-forwarded it to Makayla holding up a bottle of Jaxon’s whiskey with a bottle of iseolite.
Makayla: “Soon, my love, he will be gone, and you will be the frontman of Steel Axe with me by your side! It will be one big fat band. We should call it Steel Pigs!”
She said to Brad, who was sleeping. He ripped a loud fart. Makayla unscrewed the top of the whiskey and poured all of the iselotite in.
Makayla: “He will throw a tantrum because of the ‘fatties’ and drink this and die. It will clean him out.”
She put the bottle on the table and waited for Jaxon to take it. Suddenly, a Xupran crawled in and crawled onto the table, taking the whiskey.
Makayla: “HEY! GIVE THAT BACK! GIVE IT BACK!”
She grabbed the bottle, trying to pry it from the creature’s jaws. The Xupran yanked it back and swallowed it whole.
Makayla: “NO! THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO KILL THAT BIGOT!”
She whined and went to kick the Xupran. The Xupran turned around and bit her all over.
Celeste gaped at the video and cupped her mouth. Jaxon went pale, feeling his heart hammering in his chest. Tristan cupped his mouth.
Jaxon: “...Wh-What the FUCK?! SHE TRIED TO KILL ME?!”
He rasped. Celeste held Jaxon close.
Jaxon: “I want that evil fat bitch away from me and my band!”
He bellowed.
Fabien: “The fuck did I just watch?!”
He said in a high-pitched squawk. They turned to see Fabien in his Danny Donger’s uniform.
Jaxon: “The fuck are YOU doing here?!”
Tristan: “How long were you there, Fabien?”
Fabien: “I saw it all, Tristan!”
He backed away.
Fabien: “I’ll leave you alone. I have to go.”
He left. I have to tell Craig, he thought.
Jaxon: “Good. It’s about time he left me alone!”
He huffed and embraced himself. Celeste massaged his shoulders.
Tristan: “What do you want me to do about this, Jaxon?”
He asked him. Celeste held Jaxon close and pursed her lips.
Jaxon: “I… don’t know… I don’t know what the FUCK to think right now.”
He rubbed his temples.
Jaxon: “SHE TRIED TO KILL ME AND RUIN ME!”
He slammed his fist down.
Jaxon: “And she’s taking advantage of a man who’s too stoned and stupid to know what the hell is going on! Brad is a facerock guitarist, but he’s a fucking idiot! She wants HIM to lead?! Seriously?! He doesn’t even know what day it is!”
He shook his head. Tristan cupped his mouth.
Tristan: “I can help sue for defamation of character.”
He offered. Jaxon pursed his lips and nodded.
Jaxon: “Thanks, Tristan… let’s fucking get her! How DARE she try to kill ME and damage MY rep and take advantage of MY guitarist!”
He huffed.
Tristan: “All right, Jaxon.”
He smiled a bit and rose.
Tristan: “I will have Rosemary draw up a letter and initiate the process.”
He replied. Now I have to tell Deimos, and this is not going to be easy, he thought as he left. Noah gazed at them, watching from the kitchen.
Celeste rested her head on Jaxon’s shoulder.
Celeste: “Wanna talk about it, hon?”
Celeste heaved a deep sigh.
Celeste: “I need to process it all.”
Jaxon: “Me too…”
He pursed his lips and nodded.
Celeste: “What do you wanna do?”
She caressed his hair.
Jaxon: “I want to DESTROY her!”
He bellowed.
Jaxon: “Deimos needs to know before she does the same shit to him, too, because he’s not fat, or whatever, like that fucking matters!”
He huffed. Celeste nodded in agreement with him.
Jaxon: “I don’t care that Brad is fat! He’s in the band ‘cause he can fucking shred! That’s his place, and he’s happy! It’s MY band and I’M the leader! If she wants to make a ‘Steel Piggies’ or whatever, make her own band then!”
He pouted.
Jaxon: “I need to get my guitarist away from HER before she robs me of him!”
He added.
Jaxon: “How DARE she fuck with my band!”
He bellowed. Celeste caressed his chest and listened to him as he vented.
Jaxon: “There’s a silver lining, though, right? I didn’t fuck her and I NEVER was the father of that child!”
He laughed bitterly. Celeste nodded and rubbed the nape of his neck. Jaxon melted into her touch.
Celeste: “Yeah, that’s right, but your friend was, and he doesn’t know.”
Jaxon frowned.
Jaxon: “Fuck. I have to get to him before she does.”
He huffed.
Celeste: “I will help you anyway I can.”
She placed her hands on his hands. Jaxon turned to her and squeezed her hands.
Jaxon: “Thanks, Celeste, sorry about this shit!”
He huffed.
Celeste: “You don’t have to apologize, handsome. You’re my lover. I would do anything for you.”
She said softly and kissed him. Jaxon smiled at her and kissed her back.
Jaxon: “I… love you.”
He whispered, reddened, and kissed her on the lips. Celeste blushed and kissed him back.
Celeste: “I… love you, too.”
She whispered back.
~
Fabien sat at the dining room table, looking away from the wings he had just burnt to a crisp. He was smoking and lost in thought. Gus was happily drinking beer from Craig’s stinky sneaker. Craig marched into the room, grabbing his sneaker from Gus.
Craig: “OI! GIMMIE THAT!”
He huffed. He sniffed another odor in the air–burning.
Craig: “Holy shit, what happened to the wings, Fab?!”
He knit his eyebrows. Fabien snapped out of his daze and rose.
Fabien: “Sorry, Craig!”
He shut the stove off and huffed.
Fabien: “I ruined dinner. I’m sorry. I made this rub for you and… then I saw that news and we’re fucked.”
He flopped on the couch. Craig gaped at him.
Craig: “...What news?! How are we fucked?! What’s goin’ on, Fab?!”
He sat down with him, stroking his hand. Fabien knit his eyebrows and gazed at Craig.
Fabien: “Your sister is a psycho, Craig.”
He said bleakly
Fabien relayed what he saw in the video at Jaxon’s place. Craig shot up from his seat and ran out into the garden, throwing up in the bushes. Fabien went outside to console him.
Craig: “WHAAAAAAT?!”
He gagged.
Craig: “You saw my sister fucking some fat guy in a weird porno?!”
He gagged.
Fabien: “Yes. She never fucked Jaxon, but this fat guy named Brad. And she tried to kill Jaxon, too, so she and Brad could be frontpeople of ‘Steel Fatties’ or whatever.”
Craig: “What the fuck?! WHO the FUCK is this Brad guy?!”
He growled, clenching his fists.
Gus: “My dealer. He gets me my weed!”
He drawled and drank beer from Jaclyn’s stinky flats. Fabien gagged and fanned his face. Craig turned to him and gagged.
Craig: “The fuck!? YOU know him?!”
Gus: “Yeah, he gets my weed for me. He’s a cool guy.”
He nodded.
Fabien: “Craig, this is dire… If she killed Jaxon…”
He turned to him.
Craig: “So?!”
Fabien: “...Who would we laugh at?”
He asked sternly. Craig froze.
Craig: “...SHIT! MY GOD, YOU’RE RIGHT!”
He gasped.
Fabien: “We made that stupid birthday of his SO much better and you know it.”
He wrapped his arms around him and kissed him.
Craig: “Fuckin’ oath! We need him to laugh at!”
He kissed him back.
~
Tristan was at Deimos’ place watching the video they watched at Jaxon’s. Deimos bowed his head and looked away. They shut the tape off.
Deimos: “It never fails, does it?”
He laughed bitterly.
Deimos: “My dream band is coming true only for it to be snatched away because my bandmates either care more about trolling and bullshit or they’re fucking crazy.”
He added and removed his glasses to rub his eyes. Tristan put his hands on Deimos and leaned into him.
Tristan: “I am so sorry, Deimos.”
Deimos’ bottom lip trembled. I can’t cry in front of Tristan, he thought. I have to be the manly protector to him, he thought.
Deimos: “What is wrong with me, Tristan? Why do I do this?”
He wiped his eyes. Tristan kissed him softly and hugged him close.
Deimos: “I ignore my intuition because I want to achieve my dreams and it bites me in the ass! I get these nagging thoughts that this person is no good, but I brush that aside because I want to make my dreams come true! It’s my fault!”
He sobbed. Tristan held him close.
Tristan: “It’s not your fault, Deimos.”
He cried, and the two kissed.
Tristan: “These things just happen… I will try to right all wrongs, but… I don’t want you near her.”
He gazed at him through his teary green eyes. Tears dripped down Deimos’ cheeks.
Deimos: “I don’t blame you, Tristan. I can take care of myself, but I don’t want to be near her either! I’m sorry for crying!”
He wept.
Tristan: “You have nothing to apologize for, mon chéri.”
He whispered, and they kissed.
Deimos: “I love you, Tristan.”
He said tenderly as he locked his gaze on him.
Tristan: “I love you, too, Deimos.”
He said softly, and the two deeply kissed.
~
At Foxy Robin’s, Robin was in her lounge sipping on a glass of wine while looking at pictures of her and Tristan in collège. Darrel waddled to her.
Darrel: “So this is what happened at Casa de Jaxon.”
He thrust a paper in her face. Robin snatched it and looked at it.
Robin: “Where does Makayla work and live?”
She asked with a smile.
~
Makayla entered her apartment building. She went upstairs and saw an eviction notice on her door.
Makayla: “WHAT THE HELL?!”
She cried as she snatched the paper away. A white woman approached her with papers. She was a process server.
Process Server: “Are you Makayla Medeiros?”
Makayla slowly turned her head.
Process Server: “You’re being sued.”
She handed her the papers. Makayla ripped the papers out of the manila envelope.
Makayla: “WHAT?! THIS IS BULLSHIT! I AM THE VICTIM IN ALL OF THIS! JAXON IS MANIPULATING YOU ALL!”
She caterwauled. The woman rolled her eyes and left.
Makayla embraced herself as she walked down the street in tears. She raised her head and screamed when she saw Cherry Rock engulfed in flames. She sank to the ground, crying and pounding her fists.
Makayla: “NO, NO! NOOOOOOOO!!”
She wailed loudly.
A beat-up Chevrolet Citation rolled up beside her. The windows rolled down, and Robin gazed at her with a derby hat on and cat-eye sunglasses. She lowered them.
Robin: “Hello, darling. You seem down on your luck. Care to join me?”
She smiled.
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