AN: I own this not...

Chapter 1

"Thank you for flying Virgin Airlines. You may now unbuckle your seat belts. Please make sure to collect all of your belongings, and we hope you board with us again. Have a nice trip." Well, what a nice flight...Don't get me wrong, this plane was amazing. The little old lady that I got stuck next to? Yeah, not so much. She was saggy, wrinkly, and smelt of pungent roses. The worst part about her was the constant trips she took during the duration of this awful trip. I don't know how, but she somehow managed to smuggle a bottle of prune juice onto the plane.

This is all moms fault.

Turns out she was capable of forcing me to Jeb's. I wasn't aware that mothers were allowed to be so munipulative. She tricked me into thinking that we were going to the mall, when in reality, she was driving me to the damn airport. She had it all planned out, and stashed my luggage in the trunk of the car. Once I had realized what was going on though, I put up a fight. Believe me, I did. But then she got the airport security on me. That was pretty much the icing on the cake. Mom really was evil. I mean, jeez, I didn't want to be looked at like a psychopathic freak! So I boarded that plane without looking back. I realized just how badly Valencia Martinez actually needed me gone. She didn't want me there, involving me in any sort of family gathering always started drama.

I started to get up from my seat when the little, old, lady started to nag at me from her window seat. I noticed the man that sat in between us roll his eyes.

"Oh no, deary. How thoughtless of you. Let me pass first." She scolded at me. Who in the hell did this raisiny hag think she was? I'm pretty sure the aisle seats exit first. It's only common sense.

"...Uh, yeah." I scoffed as I grabbed my small, worn, grey back-pack before turning back into the line. I don't have time for this load of bull. Doesn't she realize that my summer is ruined? I had way more important things to worry about than an old lady.

Once I was out of the terminal, I wandered over to the luggage claim and spotted my forest green duffel bag at someones feet. I followed the persons figure up until I was looking into the eyes of my father. My jaw tightened on instinct. He'd always had a knack of making me fell like shit.

"Maxine-" He started once I reached him.

"Max." I interrupted stiffly.

"I wanted to lay down some rules," He carried on as if I hadn't said a thing. How irritating,"You will treat me, and my family with respect. You will be on your best behavior. You will not cause us any trouble. The last thing I need is for you to embarrass me." What a douchebag.

He was giving me this lame look that I'm guessing was an attempt at authority. All I saw was a 31 year old man, squinting his eyes at me as if he needed glasses. I simply responded with an eye roll.

"Let's go Jed." I heard him sigh from behind me.

"Maxi-Max," he caught himself before he continued, "The van is this way..." I heard his voice trail off as he walked away in the opposite direction. I quickly caught up with him.

"Nice van." I smirked.

"Yes, well we have a good load of kids to drive around." He replied. Wait, he had more than one other kid? He seemed to sense my question.

"Your...half-brother,Ari, and your Cousins Angel, Gazzy, and Iggy." he answered. I scoffed. What kind of names where those? I told him so, and he just shook his head disapprovingly. His lips firmly pressed together, as if keeping himself from saying something potentially dangerous. I wanted to know what he was not telling me, so I tried to provoke him.

"Thanks so much for letting me stay here. You with your precious family. Who wouldn't want there barely existing father to do so for them?" I said sarcastically.

"Im sorry you think im neglecting you-" He started to state a little louder than normal.

"I never said that. You're not around enough for it to be called neglecting. But since you don't want the responsibility to take care of your only daughter, than why get someone knocked up in the first place? And at the age of 16! That's only a year older than I am now." I continued to mock him. He was getting frustrated with me.

"We weren't- your mom...if you want the truth then fine! It's all because of your grandmother. She wouldn't let Val get the abortion." His jaw was clenched and the veins on his throat were protruding.

How could he lie about something like that? Mom wouldn't have had me aborted! She wouldn't ever dream of it, right? I started to feel my eyes prickle with tears. I didn't say anything to him after that.

When we got to a stop light, Jeb looked down at his cell phone and I was suddenly struck with an idea. I looked at the car in front of us. A shiny new silver BMW. This would work perfectly...The asshole had it coming for him.

"GREEN!" I shrieked, and I got the exact reaction I was hoping for. He gassed it as I predicted, and rammed into the BMW. I quickly got my duffel bag and back pack and carried on to open the door.

"MAX!" Jeb screamed in anger. I turned to him, eyes shining, as I stepped out of the car.

"Thanks for that pep talk, Jeb. I've got plenty of money to last me the summer. I guess your wish came true, no more Max, right?" I then backed up slowly, then turned and pelted it in no particular direction. Was I being a little over dramatic? I'm Max for gods sake, of course I was. Did I feel bad? Not really. Maybe a little self piteous, but that's about it.

Screw it all. I didn't feel any better as I told myself that I was free. And, these tears were a pain in the butt to see through and even more impossible to stop. I didn't want to be this way. And as much as I resent admitting it, I'd always wanted to be cared for by my parents. Fate just never seemed to be on my side. But what could I do about it? Fate wasn't just another kid I could beat up, so I ran instead.

I remember once when I was little, I had climbed up one of those batting domes at the park and I fell off. I even got a broken arm from it. If I remember correctly, mom didn't believe me when I told her that it was broken. In the end it was Ella who made her take me to the hospital, because I was crying so much.

It was that memory that made me stop running. It was the first thing I thought of when I saw the baseball field at the park I came across. Just like then, I walked up to the domes chained fencing. Just like then, I climbed all the way to the top. And just like then, I sat there, but this time I won't cry.

Self pity isn't worth anything.

So many questions went through my head as I sat there on the top of the dome- for I don't know how long, just thinking.

"Hey kid, it's passed curfew." What the fuck? I looked down and saw a police officer looking up at me.

"Eh...Okay. What do you want me to do about it?" I replied confused.

"Get down before you hurt yourself!" He says. So I jumped down swiftly, my bags banged against my sides as I landed. I think I almost gave him a heart attack.

"Jesus!" He says. I noticed him eying my bags.

"Run away?"

"No."

"Come with me. We're calling your parents."

"I don't have parents."

"I doubt that." So I followed him to his cruiser, and did what I was told.

"What's for dads number?"

"Honestly? I have no clue." And I didn't. I'd never made a habit of calling him, so there was never any use in knowing his number.

"Okay, you know what kid? This isn't a game." he said frustrated.

"I know that- hey...HEY!" I yelled as he cuffed my hands. I didn't do anything!

"Wait!"

"You ready to answer the questions?"

"That's what I thought. You have the right to remain silent." He tells me, and I let myself get shoved into the back of the car. Dammit...and when I thought my life couldn't get any worse.

AN: Originally, I was going to make Dr.M into an evil mom, but I don't know if I should or not. Also I'm not positive on where I want this story to go...

So if you guys have any ideas, I might just use them :)

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