Okay, so this is my second MAXIMUM RIDE fan-fiction! YAY! Okay here Max and Fang are dating, but Max goes and does something terrible, she cheats with Dylan. What if it wasn't her fault. Is Fang just taking everything to seriously like he always does? Or is Max not a sweet girl like everyone thinks? READ ON!

FANG P.O.V.

I'm doing this for Max. She doesn't want me, so it'd be better if I'm gone. I glanced around the room, and a shiney object sparkled in the moonlight. I walked up closely to it and picked it up in my hand. It was a knife, best for breaking hearts. I placed my finger on the cold hard edge, it cut my skin easily. I slit my hand open and made a shape with it. An 'M'. Why'd she have to do this to me? Why'd she want to hurt me? I was bleeding furiously. It's better to bleed more, it tells how much you love a person, just by how much you shed, and I shed bucket fulls. I was losing blood to fast, way to fast. I felt my knees turn to jelly, and I stumbled onto the floor.

"Fang? Are you up already?" I'm up Max, and I'm open. I touched my hand before I screeched in pain. "FANG! What the hell happened!" Before Max could make it over to me I fell to the floor limp, without her love.


EARLIER

MAX P.O.V.

"Dylan, if you could just stop and pick up the bags and bring them to the house, that would be great. If you cooperate just fine, I might just let you leave without broken bones and bruises. Now come help!" He edged closer to my face and took my face in his hands. "Fuckin stop Dylan! I have Fang!"

"You don't need Fang! I'm here! I was created for you! Fuck Max! I'm better then Fang!" No you aren't you filthy bastard! He squeezed my head in his hands.

"Shit Dylan that hurts! STOP!" He just laughed and squeezed harder. Why won't he stop! He looked me in the eyes and stared until he smiled, a sick, sick smile. A gorging smile, scary as hell! He placed his hands behind my neck and bent close to me. Please, tell me he's not gonna do what I'm thinking he's gonna do! What if he kisses me? Fang would never forgive me after that! He urged his lips onto mine and smiled like I did the first time me and Fang officially kissed. He's killing me with his desires, slowly. Dylan isn't always this way! What the fudge is wrong with this cocky beatle? He waqs slowly pushing himself into my life, urging for permission to kill me with his closed up love. He was literally killing me with his love. And I thought that wasn't even possable.