How 'bout Them Waffles?

by Cordaela

When the abuse from her father Jeb becomes too much, Max runs away and tries to track down her mother who ran away when Max was three. Along the way, Max stops in an old Waffle House and meets a guy named Fang, who offers to help her in her search. FAX!

1. Chapter 1

Slap.

My head was thrown back and the sound or the slap echoed across the kitchen, back to me, standing in front of my very pissed father.

Slap.

I hissed through my teeth and glared at fore mentioned father. "Ouch, that one actually hurt, Dad," I said sarcastically. At this point, it was either sarcasm or tears and I sure as heck was not going to let this man see me cry.

Slap.

For a moment, I was tempted to slap him right back. Give him a taste of his own medicine…Let's see how HE liked having an angry red handprint tattooed on his cheek. But I resisted- it would just fuel his temper and give him a reason to slap me, which was something he didn't have at the moment.

Slap.

But then, slowly, the fury began fading from his eyes, and the hectic red spots on his cheeks started melting away. Thank god, the slaps have stopped…for now. Before he decided that he wasn't finished with me, I backed away and fled to my room.

I shut the door, softly. Before collapsing on my bed, I stole a glance in the mirror. That was a mistake. My eyes were frenzied, and my cheek was a bright red. I softly put my hand over the long fingers of the handprint Jeb had left on my right cheek. It stung. Yep, I was gonna look like crap in the morning.

Then, I collapsed. My bed caught me, saving me from further injury.

I stared at the ceiling. Where other teenage girls might have posters of the Jonas Brothers, Justin Timberlake, or Robert Pattinson, I had nothing. My ceiling- and walls, for that matter- were plain and empty.

However, I didn't really care.

I didn't intend on staying in this place long enough to redecorate anyway.