Max

Max... I've got my looks, my charm, and well, a smile that melts panties. My charm only gets me so far though. Apparently, that limit is the law. I don't even care when the courts finally give me a punishment for vandalising the church property; in my defence, I didn't know it was a church. They've got me serving three months of community service working at the local church's Salvation shelter. They think three months here will change me; that I will change my delinquent ways. If only...
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Max... I've got my looks, my charm, and well, a smile that melts panties. My charm only gets me so far though. Apparently, that limit is the law. I don't even care when the courts finally give me a punishment for vandalising the church property; in my defence, I didn't know it was a church. They've got me serving three months of community service working at the local church's Salvation shelter. They think three months here will change me; that I will change my delinquent ways. If only they knew... nothing could ever tame me. I was taught at an early age that love destroys you. I accept that I'll never love and I'll never be loved. What I've learned though is that love is also your greatest weakness; it's why that one four letter word will never leave my mouth. I'm Lake Miller... For the past year of my life I've never stayed anywhere longer than a few weeks. I'd sleep at different homeless shelters, park benches or anywhere I could find a dry place to sleep; the only belongings I have are carried in my backpack. I left everything else behind. Now I've ended up in Coldenshire; tired of sleeping on the streets, tired of hurting and tired of eating scraps of food. So when a chance encounter for a job at the local church shelter popped up, I took it. I know my time here is running out and that I should run, especially when the town bad boy, who is sexy as sin and annoying as hell, walks through the doors thinking he's God's gift to women. He thinks life is a joke, that his smart mouth hides the pain behind his eyes, but he's so off track I'm surprised he's not lost. I see the real him, and I don't want anything to do with him, but he makes it hard when he's always in my face. I have my own pain, my own loss and grief to suffer through; I don't need anyone else's. I don't need anything. Not love, not sympathy, and certainly not forgiveness, after all, I killed my brother. I'm a murderer.