My names Maximum, Maximum Ride, but everyone call me Max. About a week ago I was sitting in the girls bathroom at my old school Riverside High crying. I didn't want to go home to my abusive foster parents so I decided it was a good idea to hide there. Until my foster mom walked in and drug me out by my long brownish blonde hair.

As soon as I started to scream she silenced me with a hard blow to the center of my chest. She finally let go of my hair and started to pull me by my arm, out of the school, across the parking lot and to the truck. Where she started to beat me until I didn't have enough energy to fight back. When she stopped I sank into the floor of her black metallic SUV with a split lip and a nasty bloody nose. Along with a hell of a black eye and a few bruised ribs. When we pulled in to the drive way she unlocked the front door shoving me inside.

"Get your slutty ass up those stairs right now!" she yelled

I stumbled upstairs grabbing Valencia's Iphone 6 so she couldn't call my foster dad Jeb. I already knew I was going to get in trouble when she found out, but I just couldn't handle the beatings Jeb gave me right now. He's always been a drunk but he's gotten even worse after his beloved son Ari died a few years ago. He would come home the minute Valencia called him, of course that was after she would beat me. Most of the time Jeb would start beating me with the first thing he could find. Then he would always end my "punishments" as he called them with punches. Until I would finally just break down and react to the pain that was steadily coursing through my body.

After I grabbed my foster moms phone I hurried up the stairs the best I could. Unfortunately I was too late this time. The front door blew open as Jeb's booming voice echoed through the house. "Maximum!" I flinched as he roughly slammed the door and started stomping up the stairs drunkenly. I rush up the last three steps knowing this will be one of the worst beatings in a long time. Today was the exact day Ari died two years ago and Jeb still blamed me for his death, even though I never even met Ari. I tried to hide the phone along with myself but he was to fast.

He grabbed a good fistful of my hair and yanked me backwards. I fell hard landing on my left wrist, I let out a small whimper as he smiled down at me.

"Where do you think your going you ungrateful little bitch?" he snarled

"I've had enough of your shit. Let me go you drunk asshole!" I scream struggling to break free of his harsh grasp.

He gives me a mean glare and pulls out his pocket knife. Holding it to my throat he leans down and whispers "Don't you ever call me a drunk asshole again. Understand Maxie?"

"Get off me!" I spit in his face

He plunges the knife into my side right above my hip before he gets up. I notice his smug expression as he walks down the stairs. I reach for the phone and dial 9-1-1 quickly giving them my address before passing out. When I woke up my social worker Eric Anderson told me what happened and that I was rushed to the hospital. Luckily the knife didn't puncture any vital organs so I didn't need any surgery just stitches. I was laying in my old room at the foster kids center when Eric walked in.

"Fuck Max, you better not screw this up today" I sat up on my bed confused.

"What are you talking about?" he rolls his eyes sitting next to me

"There's a family here that wants to adopt you. So get your butt out there and be nice, okay?"

"Yeah fine whatever"

I walked into see a woman with long brown almost black hair and beautiful caramel colored eyes.

"You must be Max! I'm Anne, It's great to finally meet you" She said cheerfully giving me a hug. I instantly stiffen up flinching as her arm hit my stitches.

"Oh sweetie I'm so sorry. Let's get you home, okay?" I nod.

When we got to Anne's house she introduced me to her two children, Fang and Angel.

"Your so pretty! I'm Angel It's a pleasure to meet you!" she said sweetly giving me a huge smile

"Thanks" I smile slightly. Fang nodded at me smirking.

Anne showed me to my new room and I started to put all my band posters up and clothes away. I turned on my ipod and started to sing along with Three Days Grace to I Am Machine. I could feel someone staring at my back, I turned around so fast I almost tore my stitches.

"Why a semi colon?" Fang asks quietly

I stood there puzzled for a second. "Oh the tattoo. Its because I chose not to end my story." He nods walking out

(Fangs POV)

Max was a quiet girl, and I didn't really know what to say to her either. So I walked out after I just stood there like an idiot. My mom sent me to get my little sister and wait in the kitchen until she came down with Max. I couldn't help but stare at her thinking back to what she had said about ending her story. She was really pretty why would she do something like that? Maybe when she gets used to it here I'll ask her, because we all have our reasons. What could hers possibly be?

(Max's POV)

He's just staring at me as I walk down the stairs with Anne. I'm actually a little creeped out, his onyx eyes were piercing. As I sat down Angel smiles at me

"So Max what were you and Fang talking about before dinner?" she asks

I shift in my seat not wanting to tell Anne or Angel about my tattoo much less the meaning behind it. I was about to answer before Fang opened his mouth.

Theres chapter 1 please let me know what you think and a big thank you to Flowersocks2137 for reviewing the first time I posted this!

xoxo

-Kala