Chapter 1- Deja Vu!

Max POV

"Mom, I'm going out, okay?" A tall teenage girl asked.

"Alright Cam, just be home by curfew. And if I find out that you were with that boy again I'm sending your father after him." I threatened.

"Mom! I hate you!" She yelled.

"Excuse me?" I asked sternly.

"I hate you! Why can't you just let me go out with who I want? Why can't you let me dress how I want? Why can't you just let me do things that will make me happy? WHY CAN'T YOU JUST STAY OUT OF MY LIFE?!" She screamed.

I looked at her, shocked. I stood there for a minutes before speaking in a small voice. "Okay, fine. Go out with the gangster boy who will hurt you, physically and emotionally. Go wear whatever you want and just be another one of the school sluts. To our and be 'happy' with your sad excuses for friends. Just go ahead. I'll stay out of your life now. Good bye, Cameron."

She stormed out of the door and flew off. I ran into my room and grabbed a backpack. Cooper and Luke were at a football game or something and wouldn't be home for another hour or so. I packed up some clothes and necessities from my room and bathroom before walking into the kitchen. I grabbed a few granola bars for the flight and then left. I decided to go to Fang and Dana's new house in Florida. I took off and flew for a few hours, eating all my granola bars along the way. I landed in front of their house where Fang and Matthew were playing catch. "Hey Max! What's up?" Fang asked, walking over.

"Do you think I can stay here for just a little while?" I asked hesitantly.

He nodded. "You're always welcome here Max. You know that."

"Thanks" I said, pulling him into a hug.

"Hey there lady! Get your hands off my husband!" Dana joked as she walked out.

I pulled away from Fang and ran over to her. I hugged her tight. "What brings you here, Max?" She asked, leading me inside.

Fang stayed outside with Matt as Dana and I went in. We sat on the couch in the living room and I told her about the whole fight and about how she has been acting the last couple weeks. "She seems to think that dressing like a slut and dating the guys who can get her killed will get her friends and make her popular. Remember her friend Jessie? That girl was so sweet, and now she won't even talk to Cameron because she's turned into such a brat. I couldn't take it anymore and she told me to stay out of her life, so I figured I would for a little while, give her time to think about her choices. So is it okay if I stay here for a little while?" I asked.

"Absolutely! Wait, does Cooper know? He's going to freak out if he comes home and you're not there." She said.

I frowned. "No, he doesn't know. I'll go call him." I said.

I walked into the guest room and pulled out my phone. I called Cooper and he picked up immediately. "Max! Where the heck are you?!" He sounded really worried.

"Cooper, calm down. I'm okay, I'm at Fang's" he sighed.

"Why?" He asked.

I explained everything to him. "God, what happened? She was such a sweet little girl, why did she choose now to change that?" He said sadly.

"I don't know. Jessie won't even talk to her anymore, and you know that's big because Jessie isn't one to ignore friends. Ever." I said.

"Yeah, well, love you. Come back soon, okay?" He asked me.

"Okay, love you too. Tell Luke that I love him too. Bye honey" I said woefully, knowing that I wouldn't see them for a while.

"Bye babe, take care of your self." He said and hung up.

I walked out to the living room to find Matt. "Hey buddy" I said.

He looked up at me from his book. "Hey Aunt Max!" He said.

"Matt, I told you, just call me Max." I said, ruffling his hair.

He laughed. "I missed you guys! I like Florida but it would be so much better if you guys moved down here." He said sadly.

I was always his favorite 'aunt' and Cooper was his favorite 'uncle'. "You know, I would like that too!" I told him, sitting next to him on the couch. "Cam could use a new environment for sure" I said, knowing that Dana had told him what happened.

Matt was that one kid who could be trusted with the adult conversations, the one that all the adults and kids liked. He was nice, compassionate, smart, good-looking for his age, mature, and understanding. "Yeah, mom told me what happened. So how long are you here for?" He asked.

"I'm not sure, probably just a week or two. We can hang out though while I'm here!" I said.

His face lit up. "Yeah, you can meet my girlfriend too, I told her how cool of an aunt you are and she really wants to meet you" He said excitedly.

"Oh, Rachel?" I asked, wondering if he was still dating her.

He nodded. "It's been a year and a half now since we started dating." He said.

I smiled. "That's a ton better than Cam's 2 day boyfriends she has been going out with lately." I mumbled.

Matt frowned. "I think she's just trying to fit in. I know how it feels to have wings and feel like an out of place freak even if no one knows. She's probably just trying to be cool, thinking that no one will care about the wings then if someone finds out." He hypothesized.

I nodded "that's makes sense. Thanks Matt." I hugged him.

He hugged me back but pulled away when his phone rang. "It's Rachel" he said and I nodded. I got up and walked to the kitchen where Dana had been watching us.
"I'm not blind, I can see you watching us when I'm over there." I told her.

She smiled sheepishly and shrugged. I laughed and helped her work on dinner. I did learn how to cook, having two teenage kids you kind of need to use that skill. I put a tray of cookies in the oven but burnt my hand from not using oven mitts. The burn must have been really bad because I fell back and passed out.

Cameron POV

Ugg, I hate mom. She doesn't understand that I'm 17, I should be able to do whatever I want! I'm almost an adult! I hope I never See her again, all she ever does is ruin my life. I can't take it. Why does she care who I date? Plus, I think that Sean could be the one. Yeah, he's in a gang, but who cares?! That just makes him cooler and better to show off to my friends. Plus, he loves how I dress unlike my mother. Who cares OFMY skirts are short and my shirts are low cut, that's how all the cool people dress! And I'm one if the most popular girls at school now, so it's obviously working out well for me! Why can't she just be happy for me? "Hey babe!" I heard behind me.
I spun around on my heel. I decided to walk since my wings were tired from flying for hours. I saw Sean there and smiled. "Hey baby!" I said, running at him.

Sean was tall, muscular, and handsome. He was 21, but that's only 4 years older than me so it's no big deal. I hugged him tight but pulled away when I smelled the alcohol on him. "What's wrong baby?" He slurred.

That's when I realized that he was drunk. "You're drunk" I stated.

He shrugged. "So? Why don't we go have some fun? I can get you into a club and get you some drinks, or we can go back to my place...?" He asked.

I shook my head. "I can't go to a club, I'm too young. And I just want to go home. I'll see you tomorrow though!" I said, trying to skip off.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me back roughly. "I don't think so!" He growled and pulled me into an alley.

"Sean! Let me go! I need to go home!" I yelled at him.

"Shut up, you are mine tonight and you are going to do whatever I tell you to" he said, unbuckling his pants.

"No! I'm only 17! Please don't do this!" I begged.

He pushed my up against a wall. He put a hand over my mouth and started to unbutton my shirt. He got it off and by the. I was kicking and squirming uncontrollably. I got a lucky kick where the sun don't shine as he dropped me. I didn't care that my shirt was ow half off and ripped, my pants the same, or that he would see my wings. I jumped up and started to fly but came crashing right back down when I heard the gun shot and felt the bullet whizz right past my head. I looked over to see Sean walking over to me, gun in hand. I got up slowly and turned to run. He grabbed me around the waist and punched me on the cheek, in the stomach, kick the side of my head once I fell, yelled and screamed at me while beating me the whole time. After about 20 minutes, he got bored and walked off. I laid there for hours before I could get up and fly home. It took me another hour or two before I finally got home. I landed and walked in to find Luke sitting in the chair by the door. He saw me and ran up. He wrapped me into a hug. "Cam, where were you? What happened?" He asked worriedly.

I told him what happened. "And then he... He tried to... Rape me. He was drunk. He beat me because I wouldn't let him. He finally stopped and walked away. He tried to shoot me. I'm sorry. I'm so stupid!" I cried.

"You're not stupid, you just made some poor choices. Why don't you go clean yourself up while I call dad to let him know you're home." He said.

I nodded and walked to the bathroom. I took out the first aid kit and got to work cleaning out the cuts and scrapes. There wasn't much I could do about the bruises, so I left those alone. I bandaged myself up and walked into the kitchen. I sat at the table after getting a glass of water and some pain medication. I just sat there and waited until Luke came in and sat next to me. He wiped a stray fear from my face and hugged me close. "I told dad what you told me. He said he'll be home soon." He told me.

I nodded. "Wait, you told him?!" I yelled.

"Was I not supposed to tell him?" Luke asked, confused.

"No! Now he's going to kill me!" I panicked.

"Why would dad kill you?"

"I didn't listen to mom or him when they told me not to go out with him tonight." I said.

"Well, he still needed to know." Luke said calmly.

I huffed but let it go. We sat there in silence for ten minutes before dad ran in. He saw me and ran up. He picked me up into a hug and then checked me over. "Where is he?" He asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know. He walked off and I couldn't follow him." I said weakly.

He looked furious. "You know where he lives, tell me."

I shook my head. I didn't want him to kill Sean. "Cameron! Tell me where he lives! Now!" He yelled.

"Just leave him alone! Stop yelling at me! He was drunk, it's wasn't his fault!" I yelled back.

Dad just stared at me. "Are you defending him?" He asked, scarily calm.

I nodded slowly. "That's it, I'm telling your mother to come back. You are out of line and you need to get your priorities straight. At the top of the list should be NOT GETTING RAPED! But apparently you don't care if that happens or you wouldn't be DEFENDING HIM!" He yelled and walked off.

He walked into his and moms room to call mom. Great, this should be a fun time once mom gets back from wherever she is.