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Fang's P.O.V. (What do ya think 'bout them apples?) =D
I look down at the sleeping Max in my arms. She's so beautiful. How could anybody beat their own child? It makes me sick just to think about it. I shift Max in my arms. We finally arrive at the steps of my house. I look over to Max's house. The curtains are opened for once and Jeb appears. He gives me a glare and I glare right back at him before digging out my key from my pocket and carefully opening the door with Max resting on my other arm. She's really light, like scarily skinny. She's maybe 5 foot 7 and she barely weighs 90 pounds. Slowly I lay Max on my bed. She stirs a bit but stays asleep. I can't get Max out of my head, ever. Her laugh and her smile, the bruises on her face and the scars that are delicately draped over her skin. The way her eyes will shut down or her face go impassive during some conversations, how strong she is and how I left her. I really don't think I could survive if Max and I were separated again. I really have to get her away from Jeb as soon as I can.

I sit down next to Max on the bed and slowly stroke her hair. She's so strong yet so very fragile at the same time. She looks like an angel with her blond hair thrown around her head like a halo and the soft expression on her face. She's my angel.

I should probably tell Iggy where we are. I pull out my phone to text him.

Hey Igs. Max was so exhausted so I took her to our house, we're skipping the rest of the day I guess. See you when you get home.

I send the text to Iggy.

I'm glad you two left school, it looked like she was going to pass out. See you soon. Keep her safe.

I see Iggy's text and put down my phone.

'Keep her safe'. I wish I could. Max really isn't safe as long as Jeb is still around. I don't ever want her eyes to fill with fear again or for her to have to scramble away from her own father. It's wrong, that's what it is, wrong. My mind flashes back to when Max was singing to Angel, she looked so beautiful in the twilight with a small smile on her face and her hair being pulled forward by the wind while she lightly pushed Angel back and forth on the swing.

Max stirs again and I look over at the clock dangling on my wall behind me. 2:50. Wow school ends in 10 minutes. I've been thinking for almost and hour and a half. Quietly I get up and make my way to the kitchen. I pull out a box of Mac and Cheese and from the cabinet and put a pot of water over the stove. It bubbles and I dump in the noodles. The water continues to boil while I pull the spoon around the pot, stirring the noodles. Max walks into the kitchen rubbing her eyes. She hops up onto the counter and watches me for a while.

"I'm sorry." She whispers. I stop stirring and turn to face Max.

"What are you sorry for?" I ask.

"For making you skip school, for being a burden, for everything." She says.

"Max, you didn't make me skip school, if I wanted to stay I would have. You've never been a burden and there's nothing else in the world you should be saying sorry for." I tell her. She nods. The Mac and Cheese is done by now so I pull out two bowls and dump large amounts in both. I also put a fork in them before handing Max one of the bowls and sitting on the counter next to her.

"Thanks." Max mumbles and digs into the food. I nod and start on my own food. We finish and I put away the ingredients and clean the kitchen a little. Max looks at the clock.

"Fang I gotta go." She says.

"But..." Max buts in so that I'm not able to finish my sentence.

"Fang, please." She begs. "I have to go home. I don't know how bad it's going to be, but it's not going to be good." She warns me. I sigh.

"Please text me if you need me. Please." I whisper hanging my head, feeling defeated. Max nods and gives me a hug. I watch her run out of the house to her home next door.

Max's P.O.V.
Leaving Fang's house was probably one of the hardest things I've ever done. I open the door to my house and slowly enter.

"Max!" I hear Jeb call. I sigh and enter the living room. What I see in front of me is probably one of the scariest things I've ever seen.

Jeb on the couch, weapons surrounding him along with two other guys. Except Jeb is completely sober instead of his usual drunken state.

"I saw some boy take you into his house." Jeb says. Instantly I know he's talking about Fang. I gulp.

"You little bitch!" Jeb screams. I turn to run but the two guys with Jeb grab me before I'm able to run. They turn me to face Jeb.

"You're such a little whore just like your mother. I'm glad she died she was such a bitch. Just like you! You should just go die like her!" Jeb screams at me. I fight to keep the tears off my cheeks, I can't give him that power over me. Jeb picks up a whip.

"Hold her still boys." He says to the two large men holding me. He brings the whip back, then swings it forwards. It makes an awful cracking sound in the silence before coming down on my cheek. It stings like a cut and burns like a slap. I gasp at the pain but stay silent.

"Do you like that pain? You should, you deserve it." Jeb taunts before bringing the whip back again and hitting my collar bone where he burned it a couple of days ago. Again I'm able to keep my mouth closed and cheeks dry. Jeb laughs and again the whip comes down on me. It hits my arm this time. The next time it comes down on me it comes with more force onto my shoulder. I let out a small squeak before screwing my mouth shut. Again Jeb laughs.

"I'm sorry Maxie, did daddy hit you too hard?" He taunts. The two men holding me laugh along with Jeb. While they're distracted I slam the two men into each other before twisting my wrists, getting my hands free from their grasp. When they've recovered both men start to advance towards me. Jeb holds up a hand to stop them.

"No. Let me deal with this. Joe, grab me my knife." He says with a sick smile. The larger of the two men walks over to the table and brings Jeb a long sharp knife. I back up as much as I can before my back hits a wall. Jeb tackles me and sits on my back. He rips my shirt to expose my back. He looks down at his past 'engravings'.

"Each one of these words is true. I'm going to re-carve them into your back so that you never forget what you are." He tells me. He brings the knife down to my left shoulder blade where the word bitch was written. He cuts the word into my flesh again. His knife then travels over to my right shoulder where the word slut was carved leaving a line in between the words. Again he goes over the word. His knife travels down to the next word, worthless is rewritten between my shoulder blades. Then again for the word fat bellow that. Over and over again with all the different words, leaving other carvings in my back next to the words as he goes. Tears run down my cheeks but I'm unable to scream. The blood has soaked my torn t-shirt and the carpet around me. The pain is unbelievable and my vision is going black. I pull out my phone and click on Fang's contact. Slowly I'm able to send a one-worded text.

Help

I send the text to Fang and drop my phone. Jeb screams in rage at my unwillingness to let him win and all three men begin to kick my limp form. From somewhere far away I hear sirens and the sound of things being broken. Everything's garbled, like I'm under water. People shouting, sirens, feet, glass being broken, something shaking me. It's all very confusing and my eyes can't quiet adjust to anything. I feel hands, multiple pairs of hands. There's a sharp prick in my neck and the pain dulls.

"Max." Someone says. The voice is clear this time. I know that voice, it's Fang. Fang! Where is he!

"Fang." I call. Something takes my hand and gives it a squeeze. Slowly I'm able to give a feeble squeeze back. Something picks me up and everything in front of me starts to fade to black as the pain returns.

"Fang." I call out but before any sound can come back to me I'm gone, deep into the land of darkness.

Well I'm stopping here. I know... I'm mean. Sorry. Hope you like! Please R&R! Thanks again to anyone who did and to anyone who even read my story. Love you guys!

-Lots of Love and Faith-

Rockel