Hello people who read this! This is actually my 3rd MR fanfic, but I deleted my first one, "Stir It Up" because I wasn't happy with the results and where it was headed. But if you liked, "Stir It Up" well, I think you'll love my second story, "Neverending Things" It's basically about a crazy psychopathic man who has haunted Fang for quite some time now and then of course Max and Fang meet because she gets assaulted by the crazy man and Fang saves her…and yada yada yada. It holds lots of twisted secrets and lies though :] I personally don't think it sounds cliché at all, you should go ready Neverending Things if you like psychological, scary romance, horror, scarred for life type of stories ^^ Okay here's my newest MR fanfic…Just Watch.

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Just Watch

Chapter 1:

The Girl

"Don't fucken touch me!" The girl, Max,17, yells at her father, looking up at him, eyes flash with pure anger and disgust; she is half lying on the floor and he, starring down at her, his eyes practically bawl out at her, looking at her with disappointment.

"Shut up you rude little bitch!" He grabs her long brown wavy chocolate hair and drags her across the hallway and into a room; She screams out, making him pull even harder. He glides the door open with one hand and throws her on the bathroom floor. "Go take a shower, you smell like filth!"

He yells at her. Max glares at him, "It's only because I couldn't use the fucken shower for two fucken whole weeks because you fucken forgot to pay the fucken water bill! You fucken bas-" She gives out a sudden gasp and cups her cheeks; turning her face to his; eyeing him with tears and puffiness in them.

"You're animal, you should be in shackles!" He shouts, starring at her murderously. He shuts the door very hard causing her to jump out of place a little; startling her.

As soon as he leaves, she breaks out into tears of agony. Max buries her face into her palms and stays there, sitting on the bathroom floor, on top of a washed out green rug meant to wipe your feet on once you get out of the shower to not dirty the floor and make it wet.

"Aghhh!" She screams, hitting the white tiles with her clenched fist. She continues sobbing a bucketful of tears and her shoulders shake quite violently as she lets out all her emotions on those tears.

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He stands there, beside his bedroom window; just hiding behind the wall. He listens. Muffles which sound like 'don't touch me!' or 'the fucken water bill!'

He hears her screams...of pain. But all he can do is…stand by and watch. Enjoy the show…right?

That's all he can ever do...

All he can ever do...

Is watch...

Just Watch.

Not being able to concentrate on his studies or homework, Fang sighs most perturbed, setting his pen down on his black sleek desk. He shuts his Global Studies text book closed and rubs his forehead. Standing up, he stares out his window.

And that's what he does...

This is what Fang does...exactly everyday...of every hour...always...and...forever...

He, the boy who has been neighbors with Max since forever, has to standby and watch the whole dramatic scenario occurring and reoccurring every single day.

Every. Single. Damned. Day.

There's not a day that passes by when he can have peace and quiet, beautiful silence and just be able to concentrate on his studies...not ever.

Because every morning, every afternoon, every night...the same things happens...Max's screams, her father's yells, the sound of glass falling to the floor and shattering, breaking into millions of tiny pieces.

Oh, the horrifying terror in her screeching voice as her father does heaven knows what to her.

And that's how he assumes...she gets the small scratches on her legs. Fang's definitely not stupid; he knows Max doesn't get those 'scratches' from shaving her legs too roughly; unless she was to do it purposely. But, oh, he knows alright...he knows.

He knows that everyday, a new scratch is welcomed to her collection of cuts and scars on her legs, ankles, every day. He is in her art class. And his seat is assigned in the seat behind the one that is right next to her. Like this, he has a clear perfect view of her scars and cuts.

He's of course, never befriended her about it though. To tell you the truth, he's actually never even befriended her before…ever!

"Stop it! Don't do that, don't do-aghhh! Daddy please, s-stop!" He hears her distant cries for help all the way from her kitchen to his own bedroom. He sighs out and closes his window shut; then the black drapes over it. He walks over to his sleek desk and opens a drawer; pulling out his black iPod and then hopping back onto his bed.

He places both ear buds into his ears and starts his playlist.

SKSK - Drowning You in Fear starts to play.

Fang closes his eyes; relaxing to the song; shifting his body a little so he'll be more comfortable since he expects to wake up the next morning and not in like 5 minutes from now.

How long will you let this go on?

They're drowning you in fear

Speak up!

Your voice just isn't breaking through

It's time now!

It's gone on way too long

if we let them

They will tear you into little pieces

I think there is something wrong

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Fang gives a final exhausted sigh before pulling the slim black cords of his ear buds off and now sits up, hunching his back over as his chin rests on his hands. He sighs, giving out one big exaggerated breath.

He puts his iPod away into the drawer. He can't listen to music right now. That song reminded him way too much of Max. Although it seems kind of creepy for it to remind him of Max since they're like practically strangers to each other; never speaking to each other or taking interest in the other, but Fang can't just ignore the damn fact

that his neighbor, Max, gets both physically and mentally abused by her own father ever single damn day!

He plops himself on the bed again, his thoughts exhausting him even more.

He grabs his phone from his pocket of his black jeans and dials 911...

As he's about to hit the green call button, an impulse hits him...

What would I say to them? Would they question me? More importantly, will they question her dad? Will they take him into prison? Into court? Will they take Max to court? What'll happen to Max if her father is taken into prison? Will Max be moved into a foster home? Will she have to be adopted?

What happens years later when the dad gets out of jail; will he come looking for Max? Better yet, whoever starts this whole thing...the idea to tell the public...the authorities...me? Will he want to murder me? Harm my family?

The thought of all those unanswered questions make him groan out in pure despair. He drops his phone and decides to not call...

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Next morning

Fang waits both anxiously and impatiently as he watches the dad get ready to go to work. Fang gives out a rushed gasp for breath as he turns around immediately and hides behind the wall; before the dad could catch him spying.

Fang peaks out from his window again; the man fixes his wrinkled polo shirt and mouths 'fuck'. He heads over to the coffee maker and pours some onto his mug. Fang watches closely, glancing back at his digital clock sitting on his night stand.

The man takes a sip of the coffee and then in an instant spits it out to the sink, grimacing in a disgusted manner. Fang's eyes widen. The man shouts Max's name, seeming hugely pissed off. Seconds later, she comes running down the stairs, fear in her eyes. Fang looks taken aback, feeling nervous all of a sudden as he catches her in a very small pale purple skin-tight tank top stopping up her bellybutton. She's not wearing a bra and with the very pale and light weight fabric you can see her nipples peak out through the very light color. Her shorts are, well…short. They start down to the very bottom of her curvaceous hips. They're white and stop at least a foot up her knees; showing off those great thighs Fang's never noticed before; unfortunately for her, also showing off those hidden scars on her upper thighs that Fang's also never noticed before. He's just seen the ones on her ankles and calves. Her father approaches her most angrily. Fang winces a bit as he catches the sight of him slapping her. And she, not expecting it, falls down onto the floor, cupping her cheek, while her other hand still holds onto the stair's railing. Tears start to fall. He points to the coffee maker and pours the coffee on Max while she's not expecting it, too caught up in the buzzing pain on her cheek.

But she screams out as the hot coffee makes contact with her skin, falling onto her hair, digging through her scalp, onto her shoulders and sinking down to her chest, underneath her tank top. Fang clutches his teeth and his fists clench in a fit of rage.

"Mother fucker" Fang grounds out silently, watching the whole scenario; feeling like punching the man till his skin peels off his face and falls to the floor so Fang can go and stomp on it.

Fang stops watching and has a sudden thought. He runs to his desk drawer and pulls out an HD camcorder; one he doesn't use much too often; he's not quite the vlogger as you can see.

He turns it on and tapes everything, hoping the father will hit Max again. He knows that sounds very selfish but he just wants to record it so badly on tape so he can show everyone...anyone who can help get Max out of this mess.

A sudden icon flashes onto the LCD screen of the camcorder. Fang glances down at it.

LOW BATTERY!

It states and shuts off. "Crap" He mutters. I guess he never really charged it before. He throws it onto his bed, it bounces a little until it stops and stays there, making a small dent in his comforters.

Fang then hears the familiar sounds of tires screeching against pavement; this gets his attention and he watches the dad pull out of the driveway with his red pickup truck very rapidly and drives off.

After watching the man do so, Fang immediately jogs downstairs and runs out to the front door, not even noticing if his parents are up and out of bed or if they've already drove off to work.

Fang squints as the bright rays of the sun blind him for a second. He jogs across his lawn, the bottom legs of his jeans getting sparsely wet due to the sprinklers that went off early in the morning; which the grass hasn't gotten a chance to dry off yet. He jogs to Max's house, being a bit cautious as her dad can pull up any minute, maybe forgetting something.

He presses her doorbell.

ding dong...ding dong...ding dong...

And waits.

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To those of you currently reading my story, "Neverending Things" don't worry! I'll have a new chapter up as soon as possible! In fact, I'm working on it right now; I already have the outline and brainstormed for what's going to happen next!

Anyways, please tell me what you think of this story, Just Watch. Any feedback at all? Just no flames. If I get at least 5 reviews, then I'll update this one too! If I don't, well then that mean you guys clearly think this new story is poop, so I'll know whether to continue it or not! :)

P.S. Sorry for the lots of swear words there, heh :)