DISCLAIMER: I do not own Maximum Ride!
Max's POV
I crumpled against the door, crying my eyes out. The bruise under my eye stung awfully and Dylan's threat rang in my head. He didn't love me. I don't think he ever had. He just used me. I was a puppet and he was the puppet master. I hated it. Then, Fang came along and just HAD to act SOMEWHAT concerned for me. What if he had heard me? What if he told other people…? What if he told Dylan that I told him?
It was too much. My life as I knew it could become worse… if that was possible. I forced myself not to think of that and was just beginning to stop crying when a voice drifted through the house. "Yes Ma'am, I'd like to speak to Max." What a gentleman that voice sounded like! If only. It was Dylan's. I froze. "Of course Dylan, she's over by the other door, I believe."
I heard footsteps walking towards me. "Come on, I'd like to talk to you outside." I looked up at him. He was glaring at me. Of course, the gentle tone was only an act for my mom. He took my wrist, pulling me up, and we went outside. When we were there, he dragged me behind my garage. Of course, that makes perfect sense. Here nobody would see us, and it was dark. He glared at me. "You told Fang."
I stared at him, surprised. "How'd you know?"
"I was walking here to ask you about going to dinner tonight and I saw."
I was sure that wasn't it. He was probably watching me to make sure I didn't screw up his plan. What a freak.
"He forced me to," I defended myself. "And besides, I said it quickly so he couldn't tell what I was saying."
Dylan took a step towards me, glaring. "What if he DID hear you right? Max! You could've ruined my whole plan! You're such a jerk!" I snarled, "I'M the jerk? You idiot! You beat me up every day!"
Right after I said it I knew I shouldn't have. My hand flew to my mouth and I tried to back away from him, but I only succeeded in running into the wall. He slapped me and I fell to the ground. He started kicking me in the stomach. Each one hurt worse than the last. He was snarling as he kicked me.
"I," kick, "am not," kick, "a jerk," kick, "you are!" Suddenly, the kicking stopped. I wrapped my arms around my stomach, crying and gritting my teeth from the pain. "To me, you're more of a jerk than Max."
Right after he said that, I realized why the kicking had stopped. Fang, the Fang, my enemy, had saved me from my boyfriend. I know it sounds weird, but that's what happened. Fang was my neighbor, so it made sense. But I was pretty dang sure he hated my guts. So it made sense, but at the same time it didn't make sense… Make sense?
"Oh, and what are you gonna do about it?" Dylan sneered. I blurrily saw Fang kick Dylan in the chest. Dylan fell over and, gripping his chest, ran off like a coward. I knew he'd come back for both me and Fang, though. Fang knelt down beside me. "Max?" he asked.
It sounded like we were in a tunnel. His voice was bouncing around my head sickeningly. I closed my eyes as darkness engulfed me. I heard a faint "Max!" and then I was out.
Fang's POV
I was looking at Max's house through my window, wondering why I cared so much, wondering why I was wondering why I cared. Sorry if that was a bit confusing. Part of me knew why I cared, but I refused to accept it. I loved her.
Suddenly I was shaken from my thoughts. I saw Max dragged out of the house by Dylan. I quickly and silently ran out of my house. I stood in the shadows of the garage after seeing that they'd went there. I heard Dylan's voice. "You told Fang." So I had heard Max correct.
"How'd you know?" That was Max.
"I was walking here to ask you to dinner tonight and I saw." What a lie that seemed like. Everyone knew Max and Dylan never went anywhere together! It was like they didn't want to be seen in public with each other. Fang knew Max must realize that that was a lie, but she didn't inquire Dylan any further.
"He forced me to." Max said. "And besides, I said it quickly so he couldn't tell what I was saying."
"What if he DID hear you right? Max! You could've ruined my whole plan! You're such a jerk!" My mouth dropped open when I heard this. He gave her a black eye and he was calling her a jerk? I was about to step out and help when I heard Max snap, "I'M the jerk? You idiot! You beat me up every day!"
'Go Max!' I thought, grinning. Then the grin faltered. She had said that Dylan beat her up every day. How did he not know about it? A nagging voice at the back of his mind sneered, "You were too busy teasing her to notice." I shook my head. I didn't know she was getting beat up!
I heard a slapping noise, then Dylan saying words in a choppy sentence and Max whimpering in pain. "I," whimper, "am not," whimper, "a jerk," whimper, "you are!" That was it. I wouldn't let him hurt her anymore. I whipped around the corner. I narrowed my eyes at a surprised Dylan. "To me, you're more of a jerk than Max."
Dylan sneered at me, "Oh, and what are you gonna do about it?" Ok. I really hated this guy. I mean, I REALLY hated him. I kicked him hard in the chest and, with a glow of satisfaction spreading through me, saw him crumple to the ground. Dylan's hand wrapped around his chest and he glared up at me, standing up and running off, like a coward. I swore I'd kill him some other time.
I looked down and noticed that Max's eyes were slightly unfocused. I knelt down beside her, worry spreading through me. "Max?" I asked. There was no response. Her eyes fluttered closed and my worry worsened. "Max!" I said, more intensely. I shook her.
She was unconscious.
Ok, is it just me, or is this chapter pretty dang long? Please review! I'll update ASAP. Or so I hope. I get writer's block like, every 3 days.