I stiffened at Fang's expression, so did Iggy. Papa pulled me into his side, noticing my lack of comfort around Fang's cold eyes. The last time I had seen those eyes, they were attacking me. I shivered, and I felt Papa hold me tighter.
~Flashback~
"Come here, Maxie." Dylan sneered my name, pulling me to his chest, a cold, stoic look in his eyes. For the first time in years, I was deathly afraid.
"No!" I shouted, struggling to get out of his hard grasp. It felt wrong, not how being in Dylan's arms should feel. I was shocked; my boyfriend of two years scared me!
"Shut up, Whore!" He yelled, clasping his hand over my mouth, muffling my terror filled screams. I felt tears spring in my eyes and flow down my cheeks when his hand became duct tape.
Before I had realized it, I was pushed to the floor, my shirt ripped to shreds. I screamed again, more tears rolling down my face.
"Shut Up!" Dylan yelled, slapping me across my face, I only screamed louder, louder, louder.
My heart hammered in my chest, my arms were tied, and I was so very tired. Dylan slapped me again, and shoved a white napkin over my nose. The world went blurry, then...
Nothing.
When I came to, I was in the hospital, Papa holding me against his chest, rocking me back and forth, petting my hair, and whispering to me.
"Baby Girl, everythin' is goin' to be okay. He didn't get far. He didn't get far." That seemed to be his mantra, and it calmed me. I blinked my eyes and yawned, stretching like a cat before looking up to my Papa.
"Papa?" I asked, confused. What happened with Dylan? Where was he? I grabbed his hand, and blinked from the bright light. "How long?" I asked, my heart thumping.
"Just a few days. Iggy and I found Dylan before he could go all the way. Let's just say, he won't be botherin' you anymore." I couldn't help it, and I broke down. Everything was alright, my Papa was here, and Dylan was taken care of.
~End of Flashback~
I couldn't help it as the memories came flooding back all too soon. My eyes watered, and I pushed my tears back, trying not to look weak in front of the Emotionless Brick wall that was Fang Ride.
"Maxie? Darlin'? Are you okay?" Papa asked in a hushed whisper, still holding Angel and I close, I noticed the question floating around in Angel's eyes, and a nodded at her in the way that said, 'When you're older.' Angel huffed, and I slightly smiled.
"Yeah, Papa, I'm okay. Just a couple of unwanted memories that came back to haunt me. Nothing to get worked up about." I whispered back. Iggy smirked.
"Really, Maxie? It's only been a year since it happened. Are you sure?" He whispered back, suddenly serious.
"I'm positive, I'm fine." I whispered to the both of them. Iggy gave me a look, and I just nodded. "Now," I said, louder so Fang could hear, trying to lighten up two of the most important people in my life.
"Who wants to go swimming?" Iggy grinned, and I looked toward Fang. He shrugged.
"Sure,"