"Max!" Kyra squealed once Fang and me walked in the door. There was a lot of people.
"Only a few people?" I teased. She grinned.
"Well, word spread, and so now, huge party!" I smiled, and Fang had this weird look showing one emotion: hatred. I looked up and saw why.
"Shit! My husband's here!" I whispered before trying to disappear in the crowd. Fang followed reluctantly, but he did.
"Max, why are we hiding?" he whispered. I pinned him against the wall.
"Well, I don't want what happened last time to happen again, so I'm going to try to avoid him. We'd hate for you to start something with all the jocks around." Fang shrugged.
"Yeah. I might have a small challenge." I rolled my eyes.
"Yep." I kissed him. He tilted his head.
"That is the sexiest emo person I have ever seen," one girl whispered. I pulled back, and Fang rubbed my arm. I grabbed his arm, and he followed closely behind me.
"Where are we going?" he whispered. I smiled.
"You'll see." I had been to Kyra's house a lot. I knew where every room was.
I pulled him up the stairs, and we walked into one of the guest rooms. He looked at me curiously.
"What are we doing in here?" he whispered. I sat on the bed. He sat beside me.
"This," I whispered before kissing him. He tilted his head, and we started making out. I laid him down, and we just sat there for a minute making out. I pulled back, and he smiled.
"Just curious, but why did we have to come up here for that?" I smiled and kissed his neck.
"Because this is private." He nodded.
"Gotcha." I smiled.
"Good." I kissed him quickly and stood up. He followed me and grabbed my hand.
"Max," he whispered. He kissed the back of my neck.
"Fang," I whispered back, which meant, what.
"I love you." I smiled.
"I love you too." We walked down the stairs.
"Are you thirsty?" Fang asked once we got down there. I shrugged.
"Yes, I mean, no." he rolled his eyes.
"Yes you are. I'll be right back," he promised. I nodded.
"Max," Micah said dizzily. I cursed to myself.
"What?" I hissed. He smiled.
"Come here," he said grabbing my wrist. I tried to pull it back, but he was dragging me up the stairs.
"Your breath stinks. What the hell? Micah, have you been drinking?" I asked, stunned. He shrugged.
"So what if I have?" I rolled my eyes and glared at him.
"Micah, not that I was, but if I had been considering staying married, I definitely wouldn't now!" I spat. He slung me in one of the guest rooms and locked the door.
"Well, you might after this," he said drunkenly. I shook my head.
"Whatever you are doing, it's not going to work." He kissed me. I shoved him off.
"Get away from me!" I hissed.
"I'm your husband," he reminded me. I rolled my eyes.
"Get away from me!" I repeated. He put his hands on my waist and started trying to lift up my shirt.
"Stop it! Micah, stop!" I shouted. He let go of my shirt, but he stuck his hand down it. I grabbed his hand, and I started twisting his wrist. I slammed him into the door, and he grabbed my wrist. He put them above my head, and he shoved me against the wall. He kissed my neck. I was stuck here. He then shoved me to the bed and laid on top of me.
"Damn it Micah, get off of me!" I shrieked. He pulled out some duct tape, and started tapping my hands together. Then he tied them together with some plastic stuff. I tried to get them free, but I was stuck. He started lifting up my shirt, and I kicked him. He then tied my ankles together like he did my wrist.
"Stop!" I screamed. He kissed me. He slowly started lifting up my shirt. Damn it, he's fucking raping me! He wouldn't quit kissing me, so I bit him. He yanked off my cami, and I was lying there in a bra. I slammed my wrist against the side of his head. He put his hand there. I hoped to the other side of the room. I tried to grab the scissors on the table, but I couldn't.
"Max," Micah whispered. He started walking towards me. "Lay back down," he ordered. I spat on his shoe.
"Once again, I'm in charge of me, meaning I don't do anything I don't want to. And trust me, you aren't on my list of things to do!" I sneered. He growled and the door sling open. Fang was glaring at him. He ran up to him, and he slammed his elbow into the side of his head. Micah fell to the floor, and Fang kicked his ribs, causing them to break. He grabbed the scissors and cut the stuff off of my wrists and ankles.
"There you are," he whispered sadly. A tear ran down his cheek. "I'm so sorry." I put my hand on his face.
"Shh," I whispered, putting my finger on his mouth. I kissed him, and he wrapped his arms around me.
Micah stood up. Fang sighed, and punched his already bruised nose, and then punched him in the eye. He shoved his knees into his chest.
"You will die," he spat. "I swear. I'm going to kill you for this!" He stomped on his arm, causing it to snap, and he walked over to me. I pulled on my shirt.
"Let's go," he whispered. I nodded, and he kissed my nose. He hugged me, and we walked out. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. Kyra saw me and then looked at Fang. He sighed.
"Don't worry about it. We're just going to go." She nodded, and Micah stumbled down the stairs.
"Guys!" he shouted.
The jocks with their matching jackets surrounded us. They started shoving Fang around, and one actually managed to punch him in the eye. He started beating the shit out of them. He kneed one in the groin and shoved him to the ground, and he punched two in nose, breaking them. The last one came up beside him and smashed a beer bottle on the side of his head. He fell to the floor.
"Fang!" I shrieked. I knelt beside him. "You bastard!" I stood up.
"Hey, he's stealing our friend's girl, and that's not okay." I scoffed.
"No. I'm leaving Micah because I want to! Not because…well, partially, but I would have left anyway!" I looked up and saw who I was yelling at. Trevor.
"Whatever." I punched him on the eye. He growled and I turned back towards Fang. Trevor wrapped his arms around me, trying to hold me back? I snarled.
I elbowed him in the stomach, stepped on his toe, punched him in the nose, and kicked him in the groin. He fell to the floor.
"Fang, wake up," I whispered. He wasn't moving. Well, he was breathing. I tried picking him up, but I couldn't. Kyra came beside me and helped me stand him up.
"Thanks," I mumbled. She put one of his arms on her shoulders, and I had his other one on mine. Her boyfriend, Tyson, came up and helped us.
"Thank you so much," I said happily. We had the black mustang convertible, so Fang could get some air. I heard him mumble something. I turned and looked at him, but he went back unconscious.
"I've got to get home," I said sadly. She nodded and hugged me.
"Bye Max," she whispered. I nodded.
"See you," Tyson said. I smiled. He walked inside with Kyra. I pulled out my phone.
"Ig?"
"What?" he asked worriedly. I must have had a worried tone.
"Fang was…we're on our way home. Have someone make sure there's nothing on his bed. I need you to come out and help me get him in there." He sighed.
"What happened?" he asked. I burst into tears.
"Tell—you—later," I choked. He sighed.
"Okay, but Max, calm down. It's obviously really bad. I'm sorry." I laughed.
"God. You're just like Fang. It's not your fault!" I insisted. He laughed too.
"My bad. Well, see you soon."
"Okay. See you." I threw my phone in a cup holder. Fang was laying in the backseat. It was too risky to put him up front. He might fall.
"Ig!" I shouted once I pulled in the driveway. He ran out.
"Damn, look at his head!" he said pointing to where the bottle hit. I burst into tears all over again. He hugged me quickly.
"Let's get him inside," Iggy suggested. I nodded and wiped my tears away. We slowly carried him in, and set him on his bed. I put my hand over my mouth to muffle my crying, but Iggy saw it. He hugged me.
"What's going on Max? What happened?" I sighed, trying to take deep breaths.
"Fang got hit over the head with a beer bottle protecting me!" I shrieked. "Micah tried to rape me, and Fang beat the shit out of him. We go downstairs to leave, and Micah got all his friends to beat us up. It was four jocks against one Fang, and Fang took out three of them. I…" I couldn't go on. Iggy was staring at me, horrified.
"He tried to rape you?" he hissed. I nodded and burst into tears all over again. Fang has to be okay.
"Max, it doesn't look good," Mom said the next morning. I had slept curled up beside Fang. He hadn't moved at all.
"What do you mean?" I asked, breathing heavy,
"He got hit on a really bad spot, with a lot of force, with a glass bottle. His chances are very slim. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't wake up." I burst into tears. Wow. I had done that a lot lately.
"Fang, please wake up. I need you. Please!" I pleaded. He didn't move. I kissed his cheek. "You have to…" I laid my head on his chest. "Please?"
Fang still hadn't woken up. I missed almost everyday of the last week of school. I didn't want to go, but Mom forced me to go the last day.
Friday, at school
"You bastard, I hope you're happy!" I shrieked. Micah was leaning against his locker smirking.
"Hello honey. Where's your boyfriend?" I forced the tears back.
"He's at home. Unconscious. Guess what. He hasn't woken up!" I yelled. "My mom said it doesn't look good. His chances are slim. Are you happy?" I burst into tears and ran off. This was a disaster. Iggy pulled me aside and hugged me.
"Can I kill the bastard now?" I shook my head.
"Not yet." He nodded. My phone vibrated. Mom sent me a text.
Max. He's up. He woke up.
I squealed and showed Iggy. I hugged him and ran towards the door.
"You're lucky. He woke up. If he hadn't, I swear to God you would have seriously regretted it, all of you," I spat. "You probably will anyway." I smiled and ran out. Fang! I jumped in the car and drove home. Thanks God school hadn't started yet!
"Fang!" I yelled once I ran in the door.
"Max?" he asked. I nodded, and he hugged me. "Where's that son of a bitch?" I sighed.
"School." He nodded.
"Okay. Let's go." He pulled on a shirt, and he dragged me outside. We got in the car, and he sped off to school.
"You beat all the odds," I whispered. Tears of joy were rolling down my cheeks. He smiled.
"Yeah. I wouldn't leave you here. My body fought it, knowing you need me, and I need you." He grabbed my left hand with his right one. We drove up. We were going to be a little late…literally three minutes. We lived close to the school.
"Come on," I whispered. He smiled.
"I'm going to enjoy my revenge." I nodded.
"Micah, good to see you," Fang hissed venomously. "What? Too chicken to fight me alone?" he asked. I smiled. He nodded, and his guys cornered Fang again.
"Ig, now you can." Iggy grinned, and somehow managed to pry himself into the circle of jocks. Him and Fang together easily knocked them to the ground.
"Together," the said in unison as their fist collided. I smiled.
"Now, Micah, options." I put my foot on his neck. He was literally on the ground.
"A, sign the damn papers. B, get another plate of ass whooping!" I hissed. Fang grinned.
"Uhh…"I took my foot off his neck, and I pulled the papers out of my backpack. Yes, I had them with me. He stood up.
"Neither." I chuckled darkly and pinned him against some lockers.
"Sorry. That's not an option." He pushed my head in, making me kiss him.
"Bastard! Stay away from me! First you try to rape me, and then you won't quit kissing me! I didn't hate you before, but now, I do!" I shoved him into the lockers. People all around were gaping at me. I sighed and stormed off.
"Shit!" I yelled really loudly. Fang sighed.
"Should we kick his ass again?" I shook my head.
"No. Not yet." He frowned.
"We need to catch him off guard. Hit him where he least expects it. Home. I have an idea." I kissed Fang's cheek and walked towards the car. Thank God school's over. This will be so awesome!!