Confessions of A Serial Scammer

Maxine Powell is a serial scammer. She just never thought that it would get that bad. Once she meets Christopher Thompson, she gets in over her head, and she knows that she can't go back.


7. 22 June

22 June

It's strange. A couple months ago, I would have given anything to get away from my parents. A couple days ago, I would have killed to get away from Christopher. But now, I don't know what I want.

I wish I could see George and Lindsay, but at the same time, I'm glad that they don't know where I am and that I don't have to deal with them everyday. What I'm the most unsure of is how I feel about Christopher. I somewhat admire him; in his respect, he took charge of making my wish come true, but at the same time, I'm a little disgusted. I mean, who takes advantage of a sixteen year old? And that wish that I made? I was fourteen! I barely remember it, and he remembers it perfectly! And what fourteen year old is serious with what she says?

I wish I knew who he was right away. It wouldn't have complicated things as much. I don't know if I would've still gone with him if I'd recognized him. I can't believe I went with him just because I thought he was cute. He is, don't get me wrong, but if that's the only reason I went with him, then I'm easier to get than I thought...

I'm still torn with my feelings for Christopher. Like I said before, he's totally sweet, cute, and I can totally tell that he cares about me. But he has this temper; it scares me sometimes. Other times, I just go with him just so that he won't get mad. He also has that innocence to him. At times, I feel as if I can read him like a book; other times, I just want to get into his head to know what he's thinking. He still disgusts me though. But it's hard to because he's just so nice to me.

Today, when I woke up, he had breakfast waiting for me, just like every other day. As I was eating, he asked me, "What happened to that carefree girl from the University?" I didn't answer him. "Or that girl I met up with at the bar?" I kept my eyes down at my plate as I ate, ignoring him. "Or even the girl that came here with me the first night?" I measured him with a stare.

"You killed her."

He was taken aback at my answer. "Excuse me?" he asked in surprise.

"You heard me," I said around my fork. Christopher looked at me for a while.

"How about I revive her today?" he asked. This time, I was taken aback by his response.

"How?" I demanded. "How do you expect to make me happy again after you've kidnapped me?" Christopher flinched when I said 'kidnapped;' I was happy at that.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I didn't kidnap you?" He said, his voice wavering, as he struggled not to get angry with me. He'd been trying since that day to control his temper. I was afraid that he would get mad, so I waited for him to calm down and speak again. "I can make it up to you," he looked me in the eyes and held my gaze. "I promise." He was so sincere, I had to trust him. I nodded, not trusting me voice. "But first," he said, eying my blonde hair, "we have to change your look."

"This isn't my natural hair color," I said. "I'm a natural brunette." Christopher smiled at that.

"I'll be back in an hour," he told me. And then he left.

The hour without him seemed way too long and grueling. In fact, he was gone less than an hour, and I was already wishing he would come back. He came back with brown hair dye, a curling iron, and a ton of make up.

"I don't wear make up," I complained.

"Maybe Danielle Bridges does," Christopher said, unpacking everything. We dyed my hair back to a maple brown that was super close to what it was when I was younger. After that, Christopher helped me curl my hair so it was super curly and we did my make up. I can't lie; I looked pretty good. It totally didn't look like me either.

Christopher was looking at me longingly. "Yes?" I prodded. He shook his head and looked away. He reminded me of a high schooler wishing his crush would accept his homecoming invite.

"Let's get you to wardrobe," He said with a totally forced smile. We raided the clothes that was in the closet, some of it I would never even think of ever wearing in my life while I wasn't pulling a scam. After we got me in some nice clothes, I caught Christopher staring at me again. I questioned him with my eyes, and this time, he came closer. "Did I ever tell you I have a thing for brunettes?" he asked me with a sly smile. Then he kissed me. And this time, I didn't resist. I actually kind of liked it. We separated and he looked me in the eyes. "You are so gorgeous Max, you don't even know."

"You should be a disguise make up artist," I joked. We laughed together for a while. I sighed in his arms and told him he should get ready too. He pulled away and left me, lingering slightly with his hands.

After he left, I couldn't help but stare at myself in the mirror. I hadn't noticed I was standing there for a long time, but Christopher came back, dressed and ready.

"Do you like it?" he asked. I nodded, not trusting myself with words. He handed me a card. Like the passport, it said Danielle Bridges. "I'm going to be Michael today. Can you handle that?" he asked me. I nodded again.

"Where are we going?" I asked, giddily as he led me to his car.

"We're going to explore London," He said, kissing my nose.

I'm really tired. I'll write about this amazing day later. :)

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