Hey guys, sorry this one is so short, I just really wanted to excess the abuse of Dylan, and how Max always seems to find a way to love him again. I'll get working on the next chapter in like an hour or so. I just wanted to update soon because the first 3 chapters had such a positive response! :DD

Chapter 4

The bacon was burnt. The bacon was burnt, and I was punished. I'm not to do it again, never again. I cannot burn the bacon. I must not burn the bacon. Burnt bacon is bad. It means punishment; hitting, punching, slapping, hair pulling, spitting, kicking, clawing.

I thought I had been safe. When I got back from the store (slightly puzzled by this Fang character) Dylan was happy to see me, and embraced me in a hug and kissed me immediately. I felt comfortable in his arms again, happy as ever to be with such a wonderful person. Immediately I went to work cracking eggs, mixing, and frying. The burner was on too high though, and I didn't notice.

Burnt Bacon.

It looked fine, I noticed it was slightly burnt but didn't pay much attention to it as I had burnt bacon before, and Dylan never minded because he liked his bacon crunchy and crisp. I suppose this time it really got to him though.

I was shoved to the floor, my head hitting the ground roughly. He stood with his legs on either side of me and roughly slapped my face. Then he sat down on my stomach, making it hard for me to breathe. He punched me in the jaw, and pulled my face up to him by my hair. He then spit on my cheek, making me cringe. "You don't like my spit, bitch? Well deal with it!" He cursed, and continued to spit on me. "I had to deal with your gross food! I hope it smells better resurfaced on your face!" He screamed and loogied on my eyebrow. Gross.

I didn't want to fight back, didn't want to get hurt more. It was tough, just letting myself get beat up. I was usually the one teasing kids in school, not the other way around. Changes happen, I guess.

"I won't do it again! I promise! Just please, stop!" I screamed, fighting for breath. Dylan had so much muscle weight I couldn't handle it anymore. "STOP!" At this, Dylan realized what he was doing, and his face sunk.

"Baby, baby, let me clean you up..." He begged, standing up and walking over to the sink. He returned with a wet cloth and began to wipe the spit off my face and the blood off my chin. I gasped for breath and was appalled by his sincerity. Wasn't this the man who just called me a bitch a minute ago? Since when were "bitch" and "baby" synonyms?

He just looked so sorry, kneeling beside me and cleaning my face.

"Maxie! What can I do? Do you want some ice? Water? A clean shirt? Anything?" Dylan pleaded, stroking my cheek that he had hit. I wanted to come back and say, 'A new boyfriend,' but I'm sure that wouldn't go over very well. Plus, why would I want a new boyfriend when I had this loving softie beside me now? He was so sweet offering me a clean shirt and water. I coughed and said something that resembled the sound of 'water' and Dylan was up in an instant, filling a cup to the brim with the cold clear liquid.

He returned and sat me back up on a chair, gently circling my back with his hand. "Does it hurt?" he whispers, sounding concerned. I look up at him and shake my head. The pain is gone.

"I won't burn the bacon again." I calmly say to the wall behind Dylan. He laughs, a warm sound that fills my heart.

He sounds loving when he says "I think I like it better burnt."

Abusive relationships are scary. You can get wrapped into the good things about the guy and before you know it he hits you. I'm being serious here when I say tell someone and get out of it. You'll be safer and happier without the constant fear of abuse. Ignore the good things about him, if he hits you, HE'S NOT WORTH IT.

BUT ANYWAYS DID YOU LIKE THE CHAPTER? review! ahah thanks for your support so soon! xDD :3