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Hola my weird little minion's.

I'm writing yet another story, Yeah I am probably crazy

Hope you like it

Summary: Max Ride has a secret, A big secret. She's abused at home, by her mom and dad. But Max also loves to sing, with her lyrics, will her friends be able to find out her secret? Or will she be trapped...forever.

I might change that summary later, I don't know

Without Futher ado, I give you!

That Doesn't Hurt.

Chapter 1

Max P.O.V.

I peeked out from my bedroom in our one story house in the middle of Phoenix, Arizona. The hottest freaking town in the United States of America. Seriously I think my hair was sweating.

Looking further out of my room, I saw the beet bottle next to the sofa. I was so hungry.

"Nice going Max" I told myself mentally. My name is Maximum Ride. I am sixteen years old. I've got unbarfed chocolate eyes, says my little six year old friend Angel and natural dirty blonde hair.

I tip-toes as quietly and quickly as I could from my room. The man up there must not be liking me very much because as I took another step, I hit the squeaky floorboard.

"Shit" I muttered under my breath. You really did it this time smart one.

I heard a snort from the living room and I froze in place. Shitaki mushroom. The sofa squeaked from the relief of pressure. My heart starting beating faster and faster with terror. Biting my lip hard, I cursed myself for showing fear.

"Show no mercy" I mentally told myself. I heard the heavy drunken footsteps of Jeb, my father, behind me. I shut my eyes like a lock and my back tensed up for what was to come.

Slap!

Jeb's hand.

My face.

It brought enough force to knock my head to the side, causing me to see stars. After blinking them away, my face really started to sting. Like a snake bit on a hot summer day. A wasp sting on the crook of your elbow. A heavy hand on a face.

Jeb took a few tipsy steps toward me, grabbing me around the neck in a choke hold, and forcing me up, making me stand on my tip toes. Like Darth Vader and one of his little minion's.

I was making little gasping sounds, trying to get air into my lungs. It was like a fish who had been knocked out of his bowl.

"I told you to stay in your room" He slurred together. His breath smelled like the cheep bear they selled down at Willy's Bar. Nasty.

"I'm hungry" I gasped out, clawing desperately at his hand. The image of Peeta and Cato in the Hunger Games flashed in my mind. Only if I had someone like Katniss to save the day.

My feet shot out and I kicked him where it hurt, hard enough to send him stumbling to the ground, breaking an empty beer bottle.

I dropped down to my knees, gasping in the sweet sweet air in like it was the only thing keeping me alive. Oh wait, it was.

I caught my dad's glassy stare and stumbled back a few feet.

"You're de..." He words were cut off as he was passed out. Ahhh, the great effects of alcohol. Standing to my slowly, I barefootly made my way to our little bathroom, shreading my feet on the edges of the broken bottle. Cursing, I tripped and stumbled tell I made it into the bathroom.

I flinched at myself in the mirror. I hated looking at myself in the mirror, I can't stand the person starring back at me.

Looking back into the mirror, trying to not flinch away I caught site of the ugly marks around my neck in the shape of two hands. They were a nasty red color, starting to purple around the edges. Lovely.

Pulling out the ever-fimilar concealer from the bottom shelf, I started to apply it to my neck. I yelped in pain and bit down hard on my lip, hard enough to draw blood.

Welcome to my life.

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Hope you liked it! I'm sorry if it's short, i'm working on making stuff longer!

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-Cora.