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(A/N Hello again my fellow fanfictioners! … On we go then!)

Iggys PoV (dun dun DUN)

That little bitch. Well, I have a surprise for her. If you cant win a battle, bring reinforcements. So I immediately called my best friends, Sam and Dylan (A/N Surprising NO ONE). They climbed in through my window so that Max or Fang wouldn't see them. "Keep your voices low." I warned them. They looked confused but nodded. "Ok, so you heard me tell you about the foster girl, Max, who I hate?"

They nodded. "Well, the little bitch just punched me in the nose. I think its time for a little payback, don't you?" They grinned evilly and nodded. "We only have one problem. The other foster kid, Fang. Hes taken a liking to Max, protecting her and shit. And the guy has hearing like a freaking hawk. Hears every little sound. We'll have to drug him or something." I explained, scowling. Sam spoke up. "What, like, chloroform?" I shook my head. "No. He could beat all of us to a pulp. He's our age, and he looks really long and lanky but I can tell hes tough. We need something else that doesn't involve direct contact." I explained. Sam thought.

"Hmmmmmm. I think ive got some stuff you can crush up and put in his food that'll knock him out pretty effectively." Sam said. I grinned. "Excellent." Dylan asked, "So this Max chick, is she-" I interrupted, knowing what he was about to ask. "Yes, shes our age, shes hot, and no, you will not be raping her." I said with an eye roll. Dylan looked disappointed. "But Iggy-" "Just beating for now." I told him firmly. "Maybe, if your good, I'll let you. But as of now the answer is no."

Dylan looked hopeful. "Ok guys. Get the stuff you need and meet me back here in 1 hour." They nodded and exited through the window. I smiled to myself. Ready or not, Max, here I come.

Fangs PoV

After dinner, I felt so insanely tired. I didn't know why. But Iggy was watching me with such a smug smile on his face that I wanted to throw him against a wall. But I was too tired to.

Maxs PoV

Something was off. Fang was super tired and crashed right after dinner, which wasn't like him, and Iggy seemed exceptionally smug for a guy with a broken nose. I uneasily went to bed, wondering when the tornado was gonna come.

A few hours later, I was awakened by my door squeaking open. I sat bolt upright as Iggy and two other guys walked in. I threw myself out of bed and made a break for the door. The blonde guy stopped me, grabbing me around the waist and drawing me against his chest. "Oh, no you don't." he whispered in my ear. "The funs in here." Then he spun and let me go, making me stumble into the center of their circle.

I rushed the blonde, but he just grabbed my wrist and pinned me to a wall. Ok, so apparently I can take Iggy, but Iggy plus two other psychopaths plus an abundance of weapons? Not happening. He pulled me off the wall, then twisted my wrist behind my back and put his hand over my mouth. I was thrashing like crazy, but I couldn't get away. Iggy nodded to the red head. The blonde dragged me over to the bed, and the red head tied my wrists to the posts so that I was standing beside the bed. Blondie put a strip of duct tape over my mouth.

Iggy rummaged through his weapons and came up with a horse whip. A freaking horse whip! When he first brought it down on my stomach, I tried to scream through the tape. But no way was it working. Only Fang would have heard anyway, the rest of this house is practically deaf to me. Iggy brought it down on my again and again, until eventually I had tears streaming down my cheeks and was screaming not for help, but in pain.

When my shirt was in shreds and blood was flowing down my abdomen, he finally put the horse whip away. But I knew that wasn't the end of it.

He pulled several lethal looking knives out, handing one to each of his buddies. Taking turns, they each slashed at my arms and legs until I looked like I was perforated. They reopened the old scars that had taken so long to heal, and creating new ones. I had lost too much blood. If I didn't stop the bleeding soon, I would bleed out.

Iggy, laughing manically and taunting me heartlessly, took out a base ball bat and started beating me with it. Whack bruise whack bruise whack bruise. Over and over. I was on the verge of unconsciousness when he cut me free. I collapsed to all fours on the floor. With difficulty, I peeled the tape from my mouth. The blonde turned to Iggy. "Iggy, can I-" No" Iggy interrupted. "But Iggy-" "I said no Dylan." Blondie, supposedly Dylan, pouted. Iggy glanced at the red head. "How long do those pills last, sam?"

Sam answered, "About three hours." Iggy glanced at the clock, and swore. "He's gonna be waking up, like, right now. We have to go!" He shot a glare at me, then the trio turned and rushed away.

Fangs PoV

I woke up several hours later, wondering what the hell had happened. I never sleep that heavily. Wait. Someone drugged me! I knew it was Iggy. But if it was Iggy, that means Max- Someone pounded frantically on my door. I rushed over and yanked the door open, in time to be hit by a sobbing blur of blonde, black, and red. I swung the door closed then held Max tightly, pulling back to look at her. My eyes widened.

Her shirt was barely there, hanging in bloody strips. She was covered in cuts and bruises, and she was sobbing. "Max… what happened?" I asked hoarsely. "Iggy, he-" her voice cracked. "Sit down on the bed." I ordered her, then moved into the bathroom to get the first aid kit. I brought it back into the room, then pulled off her top and tightly bandaged the slits that looked like they were from a whip. I tightly bandaged all of the other cuts, stopping the bleeding and keeping her from bleeding out. By the now the sobbing had subsided, and she murmured, "Thanks, Fang." I sat down next to her and started at her straight in the eyes. "Now tell me what happened." I said firmly. She sighed. "Iggy. He had back up this time. A guy named Dylan and another named Sam." She said it simply.

I stood and moved to my backpack, pulling out a black tshirt and tossing it to her. She quickly tugged it on, her face flushing. "Don't be embarrassed." I said. "I was too preoccupied with fixing you up to see anything." She gave me a sad smile. I sat back on the bed.

Maxs PoV

Almost as though he didn't know what he was doing, Fang gently trailed a finger down my cheek. "I know we have to tell someone Fang." I said. He nodded, now tracing my jaw. "But who?" he mused quietly. "I tried talking to Dr. M, she didn't believe me." "She'll believe the bruises and the cuts." I said firmly. He nodded.

He hand slid to my shoulder, and I couldn't ignore the shocks going up my arm. "Max," his voice sounded pained. "I hate it when he does stuff like this to you." "I wont let him do it anymore." I reassured him. "Good. Because if he does I swear to God I'll kill him." "Fang-" whatever I was about to say was quickly erased from my mind when Fang kissed me. It was unlike any kiss ive ever had before. It was soft and gentle, his hand resting gently on my shoulder. I kept waiting for it to turn hard and aggressive, for him to force his tongue into my mouth and grab me.

But he never did. This wasn't one of those kisses. It was one that said it was all right to pull away any time I wanted. But for the first time ever… I didn't want to. As he started to pull away, I looped my arms around his neck despite the pain and pulled him closer. His arms encircled my waist, careful not to hold too tightly. I was getting exasperated with his forced gentleness and yanked his arms tighter around me.

He immediately responded, pulling me closer to him as he deepened the kiss. Fang leaned forward until I was laying back on the bed with him on top of me. Unfortunately at this time we ran out of air and had to pull away. After a few moments of just looking at each other, he rolled to the side and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. "Good night." I said, about to get up. "Stay in here." He said to my surprise, pulling me back down. "What?" "I don't want you by yourself, if Iggy and his goons come back."

I couldn't help smiling at his hopeful tone. "All right. Ill stay in here." And so we fell asleep, locked in another sweet kiss.

(A/N Sorry it took me so long! Opinion please!)

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