Max POV
It was the next morning and I was bruised and sore. My ribs ached and my eye was swelling from Jeb punching me in the face. When I looked in the mirror all I could see was an ugly face with dirty blonde hair. Nothing special. Nothing special at all.
We're supposed to be moving to Arizona. I like to think of the move as a life change. I don't want to go, but it gives me a chance to start over. These people don't know I have scars and bruises. By the time we get there my black eye will be gone and my ribs won't hurt as much. That's good, right?
"Max! Get your god damn ass down here you fucking bitch!" Jeb bellowed up the stairs. I sighed. How can he be this mad when it's so early in the day? I might as well just get it over with.
I walked down the steps to find my sister and brother crying and my mom holding her cheek. I glared at Jeb, the monster I call a father.
"What did you do to them!" I screamed in his face. Big mistake. I got a knee in my stomach and a blow to my already bruised eye.
"Don't talk to me that way you whore!" I held in a cry of pain as he hit my stomach. Again. And again. And again. I squeezed my eyes shut and tryed to just edure the pain. When he finally thought I was taught a lesson he stopped. I looked up from the ground and my other family members. Gazzy had his face buired in my mom's hair and Angel was staring at me with worried eyes. I knew it pained her to see me like this, but it was better me than her.
"You move an inch and I will kill your scrawny ass!" Jeb called over his shoulder as he walked out the door, slamming it shut and locking it.
I layed my head down. I was tired from the beating and I knew that there would be another one tonight. Dear God, Why do you do this to me and my family? What did I do wrong?
Angel POV
I didn't move a single step after Jeb had left the house. It was early and yet he had still beaten Max. I don't know how much longer I can handle seeing Max get hurt and abused. That is why I'm happy that we are moving. That way we can hopefully start over and make friends. No, we can never make friends. That was for sure. Friends were to complicated in our lives. The thing was... We could never get out of this hell that is my family's life.
Btw: Max/Fang/Iggy- 18
Ella/Nudge/Gazzy- 15
Angel- 13
