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So Max and Angel are one family. Then there is Fang and his twin Iggy. Then there is Max's step sister Nudge and her brother Gazzy.

Max is in a gang and gets abused by Jeb. The only reason why she doesn't fight back is because of Angel her little sister. What happens when Max moves to the other side of town to live with her Mom? What will Max do when she meets Fang? What is going to happen when Nudge decides that she wants to join a gang?

Jam P owns MR not me.

Max POV

"YOU BITCH!! GET UP!!"

Isn't that a wonderful way to be woken?

I jack-knifed into a sitting position. Not cool. I put a hand to my head, trying to stop the world spinning. Oww. Note to self: don't sit up suddenly when you haven't eaten for a while and you spent the night getting punched in the head.

Swinging my legs over onto the floor, I stood up stretching. I checked the bandages on my knuckles. They were clean, the wound wasn't pussy, seeping or bleeding and it certainly didn't look infected. I flexed them, noting the pain but not reacting to it. They cracked and I couldn't help but be reminded of the sound that the guy's jaw made when my fist connected.

I ran a hand through my hair and shook my head erasing all thoughts about last night. Throwing on a sports bra and running shorts I rushed outside.

"See ya Mom!" I said the photo frame. Yes I know I have a photo of my Mom in my bedroom. I never see Mom anymore. She moved out, got married and now has a darling new family including 3 new kids. I like them all apart from the fact that I never get to see them.

I snuck out onto the landing. You are probably wondering why in the middle of the morning I am sneaking around in my own house. It's because Jeb – oops sorry DAD – is here somewhere probably passed out with a beer clutched in his hand and a huge hangover to end all hangovers. Either that impatiently tapping his foot waiting for my hangover remedy.

"OI! GET UP AND GET ME THE HANGOVER REMEDY!!!"

I never ever understood how Jeb was able to yell his head off when he had a massive hangover. I suppose its just evidence of how mad and insane and stupid he is.

Yup it's the second one. I immediately stopped trying to sneak out and fetched the hangover remedy from the medicine cabinet. I knocked on Jeb's bedroom door.

"What?!"

"I have the hangover remedy"

Come on in. I opened the door just in time to see a pair of women rush out, carrying various items of clothing, with a look of disgust on their faces.

A foul, putrid stench invaded my nostrils. Jeb had probably puked all over the room and guess who was going to be cleaning it up? If you guessed moi then you receive absolutely nothing!!!

As I predicted Jeb was passed out in his own vomit. I considered, like I did every morning, leaving him like that and letting him choke on his own vomit. But like I did every morning I didn't. I rolled him over, emptying his airways, sponging down his face, chucking the sheets in the wash.

You are all probably wondering why. Why would I do this to the man who has beaten me since I was 1? I ask myself that question. Truth be told, I don't actually know why. I guess it is because just a little part of me believes that he truly loves me and this is the only way he knows how to show it.

Whatever the reason, I tied up after him, making his bed, tucking him in said bed, putting the remedy and a glass of orange juice on the bed beside him. I kissed my kid sister, Angel, waking her up and making breakfast for her. Angel is the reason why I don't run or stand up to him, even though I could take him with my hands tied behind my back and with him sober. I know that if I don't take his beatings then Angel would get them and I refuse to let him touch my little sis.

"Ugh!!!!!!Shit!!!"

We heard a groan from upstairs. It was only small but we knew that Jeb was so close to waking up and when he did he would go around destroying everything, trying to get rid off the hangover.

"Angel, is all your stuff packed in that trunk?"

She gasped and ran upstairs to feverishly try to pack away anything that was precious to her. I did the same. Everything went into the chests, clothes, food, anything that we owned. I placed the photo of my Mum inside the trunk last, closing the lid gently. I looked at the battered cases. I had found them and dragged them home after Jeb destroyed everything we ever owned in a drunken rampage. They were wood lined with iron and so heavy that even a very fit healthy man could lift it. It took me 5 hours with a car.

"GIRL!"

I could hear him stomping now. He had gotten up, taken the hangover remedy and was now looking for me to blame for his pounding headache.

I stayed still, praying that he would go back or pass out or give up or something!

I heard a whimper from the room next door. Angel! I ran out into her bedroom to see him holding her shirt, fist pulled back threateningly.

"Tell me where she is!" he yelled spit flying everywhere and his beer breath wafting over her. She shook her head and he shoved her backwards against the wall. Angel cried in pain and sunk to the ground.

I was going to kill him.

I leapt forward swinging my fist and catching him unawares smashed it into his jaw. I heard the bone snap and break and I knew that I had hit the right spot. He slumped to the ground unconscious but not before he saw me.

I would be in for it this evening.

I raced over to my Angel.

"Sweetie, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just winded" she tried to put on a smile.

She looked over to where he was lying, unconscious.

"Max! Did you do that?"

"Yeah", I saw her starting to speak, "I know sweetie, but I would rather he hurt me than you"

We stayed there like that just holding each other, comforting each other, nobody saying anything but both of us were thinking how much shit I was going to be in tonight.

"Hey, let's go get ice cream"

I executed lightening fast punches and kicks on the BOB, dancing from step to step. I pretended that it was Jeb, my good for nothing Father.

I spent hours at the gym, never stopping,, never resting, until finally I could feel the sweat rolling down my back and my breath was starting to come in short gasps.

I arrived home to see the TV flickering in the living room and the pile of dirty beer bottles on the coffee table.

I silently opened the door. Please don't let them hear me, I prayed as I walked past the living room. I stepped on the first step. No reaction. Same with the second and the third. Every step I took I was so sure he was going to come out with his bloody beer in his hand and his breath stinking out the entire bloody house.

I reached the top of the stairs. I put my foot on the last step…and guess what happened? It went CREAK! I swore under my breath.

"That you, sweetheart?" He questioned.

"Yes" I replied continuing my way to my bedroom, my place of solace.

That was not a good move. Jeb had probably had twice the amount of beer as normal (it reeked in here), from the look of his eyes he was probably on some kind of drug and he had just got fired so he and his friends were having 'celebratory' drinks. Anyway for whatever reason, he went off his rocker. Plus if you add me punching him unconscious and breaking his jaw into the mix then he was pretty pissed. Speaking of the jaw, it was nearly funny seeing it all bandaged up.

"Don't you YES me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He roared slapping my cheek. My cheek stung and I had a feeling that it would be bruised by the end of this. I was shocked into silence. Sure he hit me but generally he hit me in places that people wouldn't see and he had never hit me in front of people.

I maintained my silence. I refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

"ANSWER ME YOU BITCH!!!!"

I still maintained my silence. He punched me in the stomach, breaking my ribs. Each punch was perfectly in time with his words.

"DON'T!"

Punch.

"IGNORE!"

Punch.

"ME!"

Punch.

"YOU!"

Punch.

"WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!"

I was on my knees now, feeling every broken rib.

I couldn't help it. It was just reflex. But when the next kick came I rolled out of the way.

"Dodging my blows now are you? Trying to fight back? We all know what happens when you fight back" a malicious grin spread across his face and he grabbed Angel by the elbow. He forced her to the ground holding onto her hair. He pulled back his fist ready to bring it crashing down onto Angel's head.

"No sir. I'm not trying to fight back" I bowed to him and this took all of my pride, I begged him, "Please let her go"

He pushed her roughly aside and I used my fingers to indicate that she should leave and call somebody.

She ran upstairs and climbed down the tree outside Dad's window.

"Huh. Sent her to get help have you? To bad that you will already be dead by the time help comes"

He picked me up by hair and punched me repeatedly in the face. Things were getting hazy but I still had enough consciousness left to feel the sickening pain and hear the snap as he stepped on my leg.

I blacked out.

Sorry it's kind of depressing but there will be Fax in the next chapter!!

If you guys want one.

Tell me whether I should continue

*BeKa*