Hey! I've been waiting nearly forever to be able to publish my first fanfiction here:D BUT fanfic has this really annoying rule that requires u to WAIT for like,2 days to post ur fanfic. That's really dumb,no offence. But two days r over and here ia m. YEY. here's a few things you've got to know in case you find a few factual errors in my fanfic :

1) I'm not American nor am i from the UK. So school starts at different times and so i'll be taking breaks at different i'm not familiar with the American school system but i definitely know what subjects the kids there take and so on.

2) I'm a total fan of Maximum Ride:D:D *scream* AND also a total fan of Harry Potter:D:D *scream again*

3) I'm only a kid so PLEASE forgive me if I screw up the whole story and it turns out i have 0 reviews or something.

4)I know all about the disclaimer thing so there's no need to worry about my 'stealing maximum ride' or if you do find gaps, DON'T rush into arresting me or something cuz I'M ONLY A KID. and with my speech, i think i proved that.

so that's all and i hope you like my stories:D:D

xoxo, Ash (i'm a GIRL)

hope u like the fanfic!:D:D R &R!

Chapter 1

Max POV

'GET UP!' Jeb yelled in my ear with his harsh and rough voice.

I lay on the hard wooden floor, clutching my stomach in pain, curled up in a ball, my back to him. He yelled at me to get up again. I couldn't. Then the knife slashed my back and I screamed in pain, tears streaming down my face. The pain made the wound on my stomach feel like 20 inches deep (exaggerating here…obviously. I'm not dumb okay D: ).

'GEDDUP!' he yelled again after downing another bottle of beer.

When I still didn't, he yanked me up by my hair and slammed me against the hard wall as I screamed in agony. My knees were buckling yet at the same time trying to keep upright to prevent slipping away and causing my weight to only be held by my hair.

He dropped me and I sank to the ground, sobbing and mumbling 'stop…stop…'

Just when I thought he was leaving me, since I saw his tall figure walking away through my half-closed eyelids, he turned around, raised his bottle of beer and before I could move, swung it downwards and wacked it against my stomach wound. I howled in agony and curled into a ball again and shut my eyes tight, hoping that this would just be 12 year long dream and I'd wake up the next morning…with my new family…who adopted me because they loved me…

Just as the door slammed shut, I felt myself wobble as I tried to stand up, clutching the bed post for support. I slumped down onto the bed in exhaustion. Then I stumbled over to the bathroom, clutching random fixed objects for support.

I shut the door behind me and collapsed onto the toilet seat. I reached over for the half open bottle of medicinal cream, which was placed within reach of the toilet bowl in case I was ever too weak to reach for it. I rubbed the cream onto the slashes on my arms, the new ones and the pink scars from yesterday and even last rarely healed completely because new ones formed across and over them,opening up the scars and repeating the healing process all over again.

I lifted my Lakers T-shirt and was applying the cream over the deep wound,wincing as it stung, when there was a knock on the door and Angel, my little sister, creeped in, her face tear-streaked and her blue eyes wide and puffy.

'Oh, Max, are you all right?'she gasped when she saw the wound on my stomach.

'I'm fine,' I managed. Stop the tears. I told myself. I had to be strong in front of Angel. 'You okay? He didn't hurt you right?'

'No.I stayed out of the way. I'm so sorry Max! I came so late…I just didn't want to get in the way…'Angel sniffled a bit.

'Come here,' I smiled. It was impossible not to smile when Angel was with you. She wasthe sweetest girl in the whole world.

How did we end up here, you ask? 4 years ago, when I was 12 and Angel only 3, Jeb killed my mum. They weren't on good terms and were planning a divorce. At least, my mum was. Jeb found out and was livid. He was angry with my mum but didn't plan a divorce. He was ruthless and murdered her. The police found her body in a park where Jeb had buried her but they didn't know who the guy behind the murder was.

Then the abuse came. He was sad and angry that he killed my mum and he took it out on me and Angel. He drank, trying to drown his sorrows, but he became a monster that we never thought he could be.

I attended school as per normal, so did Angel. But life asn't been the same for either of us. Everyone took us as normal kids with normal lives when we were far from that. Nobody knew about Jeb because he told us not to tell and hardly anyone cared to know why we were quiet and moody, taking us as simply emo newbies.

'It's our second day tomorrow, Angel. Blend in as always ok?' I whispered, 'Good night…'

'Night, Max…' Angel gave me a kiss on my bruised cheek.

I smiled as she left the bathroom. We'd moved in to a whole new state (not telling you where.) two days ago and let me tell you, wearing long-sleeved shirts and jeans in the middle of the hottest days in where-i-was attracts more weird looks than approving looks. I had to wear that to cover up my scars and bruises. I had no friends yet. But truthfully, with Jeb as a father, surviving was more important than making friends.

'Max.'

I looked up to see Angel again. She'd come back.

'Yeah, sweetie?'

'We'll get out of here…someday,'she said with a smile, then left.

How I wished what she said would happen then.