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.


9. 27 June

The past couple days have been a blur.

I haven't had the courage yet to allow Christopher to move into my bed. I'm getting close to breaking point with that. Last night, he even asked me if he could. He's been tempting me. Trust me, it is so tempting.

One day, I was on the couch, watching the telly with him.

"I've got to go," Christopher said, suddenly. I looked up at him, surprised at his abrupt manner, but he wasn't looking at me. "I won't be gone too long," he assured me, kissing my forehead.

"Okay," I breathed, letting him slide out from under me. I watched him go to the bedroom and come back out with a leather jacket. He blew me a kiss and waved at me as closed the door behind him. I quickly scrambled to the window so that I could watch him leave.

I sighed as he left and went back to the telly. I flicked the channel and landed on an interesting news article. A missing girl.

"Reporters say that this girl is also wanted for a scam she pulled on many people, claiming she was a Psychic," The reporter on the telly droned on. "Her parents say she's been missing for three weeks. They've continuously tried to contact her with no success." I gasped as a smiling school picture of me appeared on the screen. "This girl, Maxine Powell has blonde hair, is average height and weight. If she is seen, please contact reporters." The screen switched to a shot of George and Lindsay along with the two Stooges. Lindsay was crying with tissues crumpled in her hands.

"Maxi," She struggled to whimper. "Please come back! I know you didn't do anything! If you did, we'll forgive you! Just please come back!" She thrust her face into George's chest and sobbed.

"Max," One of the dweebs said. "I miss you. I really miss you."

"I want you back Max," said the other. "I won't bother you anymore, I promise."

It was just too much for me. I closed the television and curled myself into a ball, feeling a tear run down my cheek.

I don't know how long I was in that position, but when Christopher came back, I was still there.

"What's wrong babe?" he asked, already getting his hands on me. I pushed them away.

"Christopher," I started, but he interrupted by kissing me. It felt nice for a while, but then I pushed him away. "Christopher, I just saw my family on telly. They were basically begging for me to come home."

Christopher stared at me for a moment. "And you're buying it?" he asked, in disbelief.

"They're my parents," I stammered. "They look miserable."

"So that you pity them and go back," Christopher said. "Then you're back where you started. Unhappy and neglected."

"I wasn't neglected!" I was stunned by his words. "They just didn't pay attention to me!" Christopher raised an eyebrow at me.

"That sounds like neglect to me," he commented.

"Christopher, I just want them to know that I'm okay," I pleaded.

"And at the same time not leading the police right to you?" I sat silently, pouting and fighting back tears. "I know you want to check on them, but it's just too dangerous for both of us."

"How did the story of the scam start?"  I asked quietly.

"That's something I can't answer," Christopher started.

"Christopher, I have to know!" I yelled.

"I can't answer that because I don't know." Christopher's voice was fighting anger, and was obviously insulted. "I didn't start the rumor, if that's what you're asking."

"But who would do that to me?" I asked, my voice soft and scratchy.

"I don't know," Christopher said again. "Did you really think that I was capable of doing something like that?" The hurt was obvious in the tone of his voice. When I didn't answer, he got up and left me. I wanted to call after him, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I did think that it was Christopher that had set me up; I thought that he was well capable of doing something like that. I didn't think he even loved me as much as he said. As far as I was concerned, he just wanted to get in my pants. It was hard for me to see him like this, all heartbroken and hurt, because that's how I'd bee the first couple of weeks I'd gone with him.

Hopefully, I hadn't broken him too bad.

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