Chapter 2
The Winds Of Change
Max P.O.V
The wind whistled as it passed our house. I was currently in the kitchen packing a pathetic excuse of a lunch.
"Max, I don't want to be late for my first day, Gazzy said he'd meet me at the entrance!" Ella was hysterical today, her crush since kindergarten was finally expressing some interest.
"Relax Ella, and wipe that make-up off you look like a monkey." I retorted back. I regretted when I saw her dejected and worried face.
"Max, when I go school and pway?" Our baby sister Angel came in with her favorite bear Celeste, I won it the one time I was allowed to go to the carnival.
"Right after I help Ella with her make-up okay sweetie, and then maybe after school we could, oh I don't know… get some ice-cream. Her response was jumping up and down and screaming "ice-cream!" Most kids that would be annoying for them to do, but not angel she's just cute and well, angelic.
"Bye Max!" Angel waved from the playground as I took Ella to her school. I looked over at Ella. She had on a crème colored skirt that fell down mid-thigh and so when she twirled it would look like a flower. Her top was a deep red halter with sequin right underneath her developing chest. We'd straightened her dark brown hair so it fell like a waterfall to her waist. She had on light make-up but no mascara, she didn't need it.
I pulled up to her school and she hopped out and waved back at me. I could see Gazzy at the entrance waiting for her. They talked for a hot second and then he cautiously took her by the hand. My gut turned in want at the site.
I pulled up to my school and parked away from all the other cars. I got out silently, waling past the happy friends and perfect couples. At school I was a no one and always had been since I was little. I was a mere shadow that fell behind the school's population of people.
I saw Lissa the school cheer-whore. She was surprisingly wearing a PG rated outfit, it only showed ¼ of her boobs and butt. Yeah she's that bad. Your typical Hollywood captain of the cheer squad. Yuck.
I remember when me and Brigid… hm. For a second I forgot that she was gone, dead. And it was all my fault. Jared warned me not to tell anyone. I didn't listen. She died that night. They found her body underneath a bridge. She was my best friend, and I've let no one in since then.
I pulled out my schedule and looked at it, not paying attention to my surroundings when I ran into a wall really hard.
I fell back on my butt, ready to give the wall the biggest death glare in history.
Oh, crap. Not a wall just Fang Geer (J-ee-r). He was the basketball star of our school and very good-looking, eight-pack included. Him and his friends were looking at me stunned.
"Sorry, I didn't see u there." he apologized offering me a hand.
That's one thing that's different about Fang. He's a very quiet and nice guy. He doesn't think with his balz like most guy do and he's really smart and hot but that's just stating the obvious.
Embarrassed for ogling a little bit too long, I timidly grabbed his hand and he swept me up in one effortless motion. One of his friends handed me my books and schedule that had been scattered around the floor. I took them warily and looked back at Fang. "S'okay" I muttered in a barely audible voice. He smiled at this for a second, in the meanwhile I went into cardiac arrest for that short second.
"Your Max right?"
"Err…yeah?" I scrambled to get this out shocked that he knew my name.
"Thought so my little sister Maddie is best friend with your sister… Ella?"
I nodded in confirmation.
"Oh so you're the one who makes the million dollar chocolate-chip cookies! Oh I'm Sam by the way." Sam conjured.
"Head's up Ewell!" Someone called down the hall. Sam caught the ball and charged after the person everyone followed except Fang. I looked up to see him staring at me intently with those dark dreamy eyes, sigh…NO STOP MAX ! BAD, NO COOKIES FOR YOU IF YOU DAYDREAM CAUSE THAT'S ALL THAT HE IS. A DREAM THAT WILL NEVER BE!
I know I'm screwed up, not my fault.
"What happened to your arm?" He sounded almost angry. He saw the angry red scars from where my sleeve had rode up. The were circling around a J in the middle of my arm.
I froze unsure of what to do. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Sorry, just got caught up in the past for a second," he gave me a small smile though I could see him staring intently at my arm.
"I accidentally set fire to a shed behind my house and got burned." It was partially the truth, I didn't set that fire and it wasn't an accident.
"What's your first class?" he questioned mildly curious.
"English." I obliviously applied.
He smirked and spoke 10 words I'd never heard a guy say to me, "Cool, would you want to walk to class with me?" I think I nodded I was too preoccupied with his words to know. He smiled lightly at me before walking to class with me.
All eyes turned to us when we entered. I started to move quickly to my seat… which was right next to Dylan. Crap. I could feel him staring at me intently. He has this weird delusion that I'm his girlfriend, and when I deny. He hits me… hard.
"Hey baby, got you a present." I looked over to see him holding a key card to a room at the Drury Inn. I shook my head no and internally winced as I did this. I snook a peek at him he was pissed.
The rest of the hour went by smoothly she Miss Williams introduced herself then let us talk the rest of the hour… I liked her already. As soon as the bell rung I was out of the door.
"Max." I heard Dylan behind me and quickened my pace. Too late. He spun me to face him and smacked me to the ground. It's not that people didn't see, it's just that they were to scared to do anything about it, Dylan and his gang are dangerous, and there good friends with Jared.
"Get up, now!" He yelled at me. I whimpered in reply holding my now bleeding head from the force of impact it had with the floor. So, he kicked me…once….twice…. thrice
I waited for the fourth but it never came. I peeked through my hands to see Fang, Sam, and Iggy? I think that's his name beating Dylan senseless. Dylan took off crawling, attempting to run and then sliding down the hall.
Fang. For the second time that day put out his hand to help me up. I took it and fell back down. My head was exploding on the inside. I felt strong arms pick me up, and felt somewhat safe in them for a change and for the first time in three years… fell asleep and dreamt.
Fang P.O.V.
I scooped Max up when I saw she couldn't stand and that's when I saw them. Bruises, scars, cuts, burns, pain inflicted all over her body. It was obvious to see she was abused but no one knew, no, nobody would help. People didn't believe in rape, abuse, or murder was possible around here. As I looked at her injuries and a voice in my head told me to stay out of it and keep myself safe. I looked at her face and my heart told me to help her.
There's a going to be a big an answer to all these disappearances and weird sightings. Over 50 girls in the last year went missing, no trace what- so- ever. Only 3 had been found and all of them had one thing in common with max… the J.
I want so badly to walk away form her right now, but I have to help her if she knows something then she might… it's possible… that maybe… she knows about Brigid and what happened to her. Her body was stolen from the hospital days after they found her body underneath a bridge. All witnesses of the body dead.
We reached the nurse and she took Max from there. A few minutes later Max opened her eyes and smiled at me, then she frowned and pointed to a small bruise forming on my face. She started crying, muttering things about how this was al her fault and that she was sorry. She was sorry… while she was the one on the severely injured. I felt my gut twist as I made a decision.
"Max," I quietly said so no one else could hear…
Max P.O.V.
"Max," I heard Fang say quietly. I knew he'd seen the scars. I also knew what he was going to say next what anyone else would say. That he couldn't help me with my situation because he wanted to protect himself. No one would help me and probably sooner than later. I'll be another concrete angel. Unshed tears and truth underneath a stone. No one to protect my sisters. "…why don't you and your sisters stay the night at our house, Ella already was and Angel could play with our dog Total."
I looked up at him and saw… determination and the help I prayed for every day.
The winds of change were definitely taking off about to blow me in another direction.
I just hope it blows me far away from Jared…..Jared…oh no.
I might be safe for tonight… but tomorrow, all hell and satin himself will be unleashed on me.
A/N: Not as depressing. I want people to know that i do not have a sick mind. I just know a lot people have gone through this and no one helped and they died. I really want people to see what could happen if you just helped people. Sure you won't be able to cave them every time. Cause the people that i know that made it out of these kinds of situations, someone helped them. DOn't be afraid to save someone's life! On a less melancholy note please review if you read even if it just syss i read it, i want to get and idea of how popular this story will be. Thank you! -FallenAngelBrokenSoul
