Sorry for the typo in the last chapter. My bad, and for those who care I had a ridiculous laughing fit when it was pointed out to me. Thanks for the reviews lovely readers :D

Fang's POV

"Kayla…No Kayla I'm sorry! Please, no! Don't hurt her! Don't – KAYLA!" I jolt awake from my dream, cough nightmare cough, as my body hits the floor. Rather painfully I might add.

"Uug," I groan, rolling to my back. Of all the nightmares….that one's worst. I'm so sorry Kayla.

It's my fault she's dead, all my fault. My fault I killed her let him kill her gave him a reason I was bad he killed her because I was bad it's-

"Fang? You ok?" Dr. M asks, knocking on my door.

I get up and open the door a crack, just enough for her to see part of my face, and nod.

She seems a little uncertain but slowly nods after a few minutes. "Ok… I have to work today so it'll just be you kids, Make sure you eat ok?"

I nod again and retreat back into the dark sanctuary of my room.

I read for a little not making much progress, to distracted by my dream to really focus. After about 20 minutes of that I toss the old, worn out book to the floor, then quickly pick it up and put it on the bookshelf.

My stomach growls loudly as the smell of freshly baked waffles breezes through the crack under my door. So hungry… But I'm used to hunger. I only got to eat what I could steal from the kitchen without him noticing me or what Kayla would slip me. He liked to keep me hungry, said it made me weaker.

Sighing, deciding I really need to eat as I feel a rush of dizziness upon getting up, I get dressed. Walking out of my room, my jacket only half way on so my upper arms and their scars are visible, I walk straight into Max.

"Watch it," she snaps as we both hit the floor, my jacket sliding off more.

You watch it, I'm tempted to snap, but I don't. Keeping my mouth shut I get up, mentally cursing when my jacket falls completely off.

Max rolls her eyes and gets up, grabbing my jacket as she does. She starts to hand it to my but freezes as she sees one of the scars. Dirty. And once she's seen that one she starts to see more. "What happened?"

I reach for my jacket but she quickly tosses it behind her and grabs my arm, examining the scars closer.

NONONONONONONONONONO! LET GO DON'T LOOK LET ME GO LET ME GO! I weakly try to pull away from her, then pull harder.

She tightens her grip to an unbreakable steel bond. "Fang, what happened? Who did this?"

I squeeze my eyes shut, seeing his face looking me like I'm nothing, and try to pull away. Nothing, I'm nothing and always will be.

The others, hearing the rather loud commotion Max and I are causing, come up.

"Max?" Nudge asks. "What's going on?"

"Nothing Nudge," Max says.

"Hey, what's on your - are those scars?" Gazzy practically shouts.

I wish Max would just let go of me!

"Fang tell us what happened! We all know what happened to each other and you know what happened to us," Max says. Oh, yes, Max, what was that you said about trust yesterday?

"N-no! Let me go!" I find myself shouting before I realize it.

Max's POV

"N-no! Let me go!" Fang shouts, struggling against my steel grip on his arms.

Startled by him voice, I let my grip loosen a bit. Fang wastes no time in yanking his arm free, grabbing his jacket and bolting downstairs, the sound of the front door slamming marking his leave.

"What just happened?" Iggy asks. "And did Fang just talk?"

"Yeah, that was Fang," I tell him.

"Max was manhandling Fang's arm cause he has scars on it. I couldn't make them out but I'm sure Max could. Right Max?" Gazzy says.

"They-" I pause for a second, thinking about what I told Fang about trusting me. I'm sure what I had just done did absolutely nothing to help with that front. I probably traumatized the poor boy by the look on his face. Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but he looked pretty freaked. Freaked enough to talk at least. Thinking about it for more than half a second, I realize he most likely doesn't want us to see the scars or he wouldn't be wearing the jacket. I mean, it's not that cold. If I want his trust, I have to earn it. Not telling the others is a small step in that direction. "They were just scars, nothing specific."

"Really? The ones that I could sort of make out looked almost like words but if they were I couldn't make out what they said. I thought I saw a D but I'm not sure. I wonder if they are words what they say and why he wouldn't want us to see them," Nudge babbles.

"Nudge! Hush. They weren't words, just scars," I tell her.

"What do you think happened to him?" Angel asks.

"He was probably abused. If you were abused would you want to flaunt the scars?" I ask all of them.

"No…" they grumble together.

"Exactly, so leave him alone about it."

There's a moment of awkward silence before Iggy says, "Breakfast is on the table."

Yeah, that's right, the blind one is the best cook aside from Dr. M, and I'm rushing to the table to get some of his food.

I hear a squeal of laughter and see Angel sliding down the banister, Ella at the bottom ready to catch her. I can't help stopping to watch as Angel crashes into Ella, knocking them both to the floor where they promptly burst into laughter.

After breakfast I get a brilliant idea. "Why don't we go out to the park for the day? It's beautiful out."

"Yes!" Angel cries, jumping up and down.

"Parkness!" Gazzy exclaims happily.

"Nudge? Ella? Iggy?"

"Sure, I could use some fresh air," Iggy says agreeably.

Ella and Nudge nod.

At the park Angel and Gazzy promptly run to the playground equipment while Ella and Nudge idly swing, talking about some teenager thing. I sit on a picnic table in the shade under a tree and Iggy lays out on the grass beside the table.

"Wonder where Fang went," Iggy muses.

I shrug then say, "Me too He looked pretty upset."

"Well if you're right about the abuse then it's no surprise that you death gripping his arm bothered him."

"I just wanted- Never mind, you right. And I told him yesterday that he could trust me."

"I doubt he believed you anyway but if he did that's probably gone now."

"I know," I snap. "I just feel bad for him. I can tell he's been through a lot and I want him to have a friend or at least someone to talk to."

"I'm sure if we just give him some time he'll….well maybe not open up but get more used to us and become more comfortable."

"Yeah…I still want him to trust me."

"Oooh, you like a challenge don't you Max?" Iggy asks teasingly.

"Life's just no fun without them. Getting Fang to trust me should be an interesting challenge."

"Max, I hope you're doing this because you honestly care and not just because you have to conquer all challenges."

"Hey!" While it is true that I love a good challenge, I'm not going to mess with someone's feeling just for the mere thrill of it. "Of course I care about him! Geez, Iggy, I'm not heartless!"

"Ok, ok," he surrenders.

I spend the rest of the day at the park talking with Iggy about random, mindless things, watching the children play.

By the time we finally get home it's around 5ish. The kids would have stayed longer if they weren't so hungry.

When we walk in Dr. M is standing there waiting for us. "Where have you been?" she demands.

"We were at the park Mom," Ella says.

"Well, that's good and fine but I would like to know where you are! I was worried and none of you answered your phones!"

I check my phone. It was on silent and I have 5 missed calls. Nudge and Ella check their pockets, finding them empty. Guess they left theirs at home. Iggy too.

"Sorry," I say. "I didn't think we'd stay out so long or I would have left a note."

She sighs. "It's ok guys, I was just worried about you. Is Fang with you?"

"He's not back yet?" Iggy asks.

Nudge, Gazzy, Angel and Ella drift to the living room.

"No, I figured he would be out with you," Dr. M says.

"No, he ran out before we left this morning," I say then quickly catch her up on what happened.

"He doesn't like to be touched," Dr. Martinez says blandly.

"So he was abused?" I ask.

"Max…." she warns then sighs. "It's his story to tell when he's ready."

I take that as more or less a yes and nod. "So when's dinner gonna be ready?"

She chuckles. "Always thinking about food."

Fang's POV

I spent the day wandering around town, mostly at the graveyard with Kayla. I took a walk in the woods too.

She saw the, she saw the scars. She knows what I am, she'll tell the others. They'll think I'm repulsing. They'll know that I'm nothing.

The thoughts have been running through my head nonstop. I don't want to go back and face them. I'm weak.

"You're weak!" my father shouts at my limp form slumped on the floor. "A weak little nothing."

I'm weak. I can't face them.

But, sadly, I do have to return back to Dr. Martinez's house. It's not my home. It could be, maybe someday, but it's not yet. I really do have to get back, I'm starving. I haven't eaten…since…yesterday morning…with the bacon… It's not the longest I've gone without food but I'm really hungry.

Upon my return to the house I am promptly ambushed by Dr. M with Max behind her.

"Fang where have you been? I've been worried sick about you! Do you have any idea how late it is?" Dr. M yells.

I look up at her, eyes blank, and shrug. You're not my father, I don't answer to you.

"Look, Fang, I don't have a problem if you want to go out all day but I expect you to tell me where you'll be and I expect you to be home for dinner unless you've already told me you'll be at a friend's house or something," she says.

Friends? What are these friends you speak of? I never had friends. Maybe when I was younger, maybe before he started beating me, maybe before he raped me and shattered my trust in everyone except Kayla.

Feeling my stomach growl silently I take a fee steps toward the kitchen.

"Fang, Dr. M's voice stops me, "If you neglect to tell me where you are all day and miss dinner without informing me then you don't get to eat."

Is that supposed to be some kind of punishment? I've gone days without a drop of water or a speck of food, chained to the wall or restrained on a table.

"Dr. M that seems a little harsh," Max says.

"I know Max, but I want you kids to learn the rules of my house considering how lenient I usually am."

Max rolls her eyes and follows me up to my room. "Sorry about this morning. That was kind of stupid of me. And jerkish. And probably didn't do much to prove you could trust me."

I shut my door in her face.

"Yeeeaaah I deserved that. But I didn't tell the others. I wouldn't do that."

Well, at least there's that.

Changing into my pajamas, black pajama pants, I snuggle underneath my blankets for a hopefully yeah right goodnights sleep.

Of course it's never that easy.

Hehe, slight cliffy. Not really but ya know. Anyway, more with Kayla and Fang and Max in the next chapter :P