Hey! This is a new story called 'Broken'. Oh, and my other stories: SILENT AND BEHIND THE CHAMBER ARE ENDANGERED! I haven't updated them in so long, (and I've had MAJOR writer's block!) I know it's not fair to you guys that I'm not devoted to the stories. One (or more) of them must go! Check out my profile to vote which one goes! I will end the voting by next Saturday. If I extend it, there will be an update. Vote for your favorite!

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Broken

Chapter 1: Broken Bones

Max's POV


"I heard there's a new kid coming to your school today!" Nudge, my eleven-year-old, adoptive sister, said. Nudge brushed her light brown hair while I was waiting for her to be finished. I wanted to get out of the house as soon as possible.

"I don't care. And keep it down, Jeb might hear you." I snapped back at her. I'm not much of a morning person, let alone a 4:30 am kind of person.

"Why does it matter if Jeb hears us?" She questioned. Of course, she doesn't know. "He's a nice man, Max. Why don't you like him? And why do we have to wake up so early?"

It's simple why I don't like him. Ever since my mother died, when I was twelve, Jeb has been testy with me. And that's an understatement. When I was thirteen, I got in a fight with Jeb. He had been drinking heavily, like he had been doing every Friday night. I saw him sprawled out on the couch when I had gotten back from a movie that I had gone to with some of my friends, Lissa and Bridget. I had asked if I could have some dinner. He answered by yelling at me about not getting it myself. I had tried to calm him down, but I had a short temper that night. I always had a short temper when it came to hanging out with Lissa and Bridget. Suddenly, it turned into a screaming match. When I got to screaming about how he was the reason that Mom wasn't here anymore, it happened.

He slapped me right in the face...

I kicked him in the groin as an defense mode. I had been asking for it. That when he grabbed one of the empty beer bottles and smashed it upon my head. Even though I knew that head injuries always looked worse then they were, I knew that it was bad. I had collapsed to the floor clutching my head in pain. Immediately, Jeb sobered up. He apologized and promised me that it would never happen again.

But he lied. It was the same every Friday: a slap in the face, a kick in the groin, a smashed beer bottle upon the head, a sobered apology. It continued for a month, until eventually, I didn't come home until after two in the morning. He found a defense mechanism for this. No sobered apology on the Friday night led to a hungover Jeb on Saturday morning. That Saturday morning turned into a Friday night, but only one thing, Jeb added a punch in the gut. It continued like this. It expanded everyday, until eventually, there was no sober apology. Now, it was unlikely that Jeb would be sober, when earlier, it was unlikely that Jeb would be drunk as hell.

This continued until Nudge came a year later. The everyday abuse had turned into whenever Nudge wasn't home or awake. Because of the abuse, was the reason we woke up so early. Sometimes, Jeb doesn't think he has hurt me enough, (if that was possible), he goes for me in the morning, when he is still hungover.

"I'll tell you after the first semester of sixth grade." I told Nudge.

"But that's only in a month," Nudge complained, "why can't you just tell me right now? I'm only a month younger."

"Well, now you only 29 days 23 hours and 55, 54, 53, 52, 51... seconds younger!"

"Shut up!" she said, chuckling.


"Hey Max, how's Jagged Jeb?" Iggy, my best friend, and the only person who knew about Jeb's abuse, asked.

"As horrible as ever. Oh and have you been studying for your SATs again?"

"You know it! I have to get to USC! They have an awesome acting college!" Iggy is a master actor. He can do any scene, including Shakespeare, in it's original language. He the total opposite of me. He has talent, and I have a stupid dad. "But you don't have to study at all, Miss I-Get-A's-In-All-My-Classes!"

It's true. I'm crazy smart. Not only that, but my multibillionaire daddy pays for everything I need, when he's sober.

"Whatever,"I muttered.

"Don't look now, but Sam's staring at you, again." Iggy said annoyed.

"Again? It's been four years and he's still not over me. STUPID SEVENTH GRADE!" I yelled to no one in particular.

"I don't see what he sees in you. Now if he was obsessed with Ella Martinez, that would be different." Ugh, Ella was a popular girl who Iggy had been obsessed with ever since second grade.


"Class, settle down!" Mr. Romas, our History teacher said. Every stared up to the board and started taking notes on what was on the board. It continued this until five minutes till the end of the period when the door opened and closed.

"Class this is our new student to our school! Go ahead and sit next to Max. Max, raise your hand." Mr. Romas said. I raised my hand. A seventeen-year-old guy who was covered from head to toe in black came over to the seat next to me.

"Hi, I'm Max."

"Fang..."


No, Fang is the new kid? I couldn't have guessed that! I know it's kinda cliché, but it gets better! Okay so don't forget to vote on my profile and here is the song for the chapter. If anyone can guess the name of the song, you get cookies, a shout-out, and a OC based on YOU!

Here you go:

They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you
Because they sleep with a gun
And keep an eye on you, son
So they can watch all the things you do

Because the drugs never work
They're gonna give you a smirk
'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean
They're gonna rip up your heads,
Your aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder machine

~Maximum Reading