Hey everyone! Stardust here, I just want to say thank you to the people who have read this story, and my others, and reviewed. Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I've been a little preoccupied with ADKP. Love you all, and review for anything you might want me to throw in.
Drink Chai, Live Life, Love Fax.
~Stardust.
Disclaimer: I don't own MR, and I am not an executioner, or an abuser. (Even if I think that there are people I know who deserve it.)
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Fang P.O.V.
I pulled on a black sweatshirt, black jeans, and my black converse. No, I am not emo, it's my dad's job to hurt me, not my own. I wear the black because it doesn't show any bloodstains from healing scabs. I took a breath, wincing at the pain in my bruised ribs.
All for Max, I thought, all for her. So what if she ended up hating me? It would be better than her trying to save me and getting hurt by my pitiful excuse of a father. But, knowing Max, the first thing she would try to do is get me to tell her what was wrong. And with one of her concerned looks, I would cave. Even worse was when she looked like she was getting ready to cry. I never wanted her to have to experience any of the pain I had gone through. Damn her and her superhero complex, as we used to call it when we were young.
Flashback (Don't hate me! There's going to be a few more of these before we get to the 'story'.)
Fang and Max where running across the playground playing tag.
Fang climbed up on top of the monkey bars, shouting, "Max, watch this!"
"Fang, don't!" She called back, "We aren't big enough yet!"
Fang just laughed, twirling around on the bars, hanging upside down. In one of his moves, he was going to turn all the way over without removing his hands from the bars, just like he had seen one of the older kids do. Fang had seen Max watching that kid with an interest in her eyes, and Fang wanted to be one that she looked at like that. Not that boy that had every single girl flocking him, except Max.
But, Fang couldn't do it. His hands slipped, and he fell, landing on his left arm wrong, bending it all the way backwards .A sickening 'snap' was heard all over the playground. Max rushed over to Fang, who had started crying, his arm at a limp and unnatural angle.
The first thing Max had done was to tear a small amount of fabric from her t-shirt, and take two sticks to splint Fang's arm. Even when she could have just stood by like everyone else, she didn't. She helped Fang, because other people were her first priority.
End Flashback
From that day on, I had tried to take care of Max as much as possible. Even when she didn't need it, I was there. Now, the one time she really was in danger, and I was the one putting her there. I was just what my dad said. I was just a worthless waste of space. I didn't even deserve the bare minimum amount of scraps I was fed like a dog. I was pathetic. I was putting her in danger under the illusion of protecting her. I was the stupidest thing on the planet. No wonder dad liked his henchmen better than me. At least they could follow orders. I couldn't. I was truly and utterly worthless. I wasn't even human anymore.
In my complete and hollow depression, (I know that this is weird, but has anyone else felt like this? Just, hollow, like so hollow that you were filled?), I pulled out a razor from its tiny cupboard in the closet. If there was one thing my awful father was picky about, it was my physical appearance. I slowly dragged the razor up and down my arms a few times, leaving bloody trails in their wake. Dad wouldn't care. He might even be pleased, in that sick, inhuman way of his. Once I finished, I cleaned the cuts, bandaged them, and pulled my sleeves further over my wrists.
Now, off I go to school.
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Narrator's P.O.V.
Fang stepped off of the bus as Max got out of her car. She avoided him at all costs, but could feel his eyes boring into her back all day. Fang watched her, how she held shoulder at a tenser angle, how she avoided all contact with others, and it gave him a pang of guilt each time that he had to see that, and know that he was the cause of it.
They were aware of the other watching them all through the classes, unbeknownst to the other. (Max was aware Fang was watching her, Fang was aware of Max, but they weren't aware that the other knew that they were being watched. I know that that is a confusing sentence.) Max walked home from school that day, and knew that Fang was following her. She took every confusing twist, turn, and double-back she knew, just to try to escape him. But it was worthless in the end, because every one of those routes, Fang had been the one to show her. She had thought that she lost him after a particularly crazy path, and was celebrating inside, when she looked in front of her.
Fang was walking toward her, having taken the short-cut that went around the buildings she shad slipped through.
Max hardened her expression, to try to scare him off. But of course, he kept approaching. By now, they were in the 'abandoned' section of downtown. Graffiti covered the walls, windows were broken, and half of the buildings were awaiting demolition.
Max was starting to get scared, so she called out in her angriest voice, which was pretty scary, "I HATE you, you jerk! Is this how you repay me, for being your only friend over the years? By trying to kill me? I thought that I could trust you with anything, but I guess I was wrong. I want you to go! Just, GO!"
Fang was very close to her by the end of her tirade. He looked into her eyes, saw them filled with fear, anger, and tears, and dropped to his knees at her feet.
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Hey. Yes, I know it's a cliff hanger, but there will be an amount of Fax in the next chapter. I want to make child abuse stop. Copy and paste the line breaks on your profile and pass them on. We CAN stop child abuse, now I say that we should do something about it. Tell someone, pass it on.
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~Stardust
