Well, can I start with I'm sorry? I have some… family stuff going on and I'm trying my best to update.
Yeah, I know. I keep changing my Penname, but I'm going to keep this one for a while okay?
Disclaimer: YouHaveToTakeAChance does not own Maximum Ride or any other products or brands mentioned in this story. All rights belong to James Patterson and product owners. The plot line belongs to YouHaveToTakeAChance as of 2011 anything copied from this story must only have been with permission AND has to be cited in the story it is copied into.
Well… here we go.
Max POV
Fang helped me into the truck, and then buckled me in, against my protesting because obviously I would think I could do that even though I have a concussion. Fang climbed into the drivers' seat and we began the twenty minute ride home. I sulked the whole way, partly because Fang buckled me in, but mostly because I would be stuck living with him for a couple weeks.
I saw him sneaking glances at me while driving, but I kept my arms crossed and stared straight ahead, at the road in front of me. I was giving Fang the silent treatment which didn't really work because Fang was… ya know, silent? He pulled into a McDonalds drive thru; I didn't pay attention when he asked what I wanted. I didn't even pay attention as to what he was ordering. He paid for the food and picked it up at the next window. He sat a bag on my lap. I wasn't going to eat anything, but the aroma of fattening goodness overwhelmed me.
I opened the bag. I found a Big Mac meal and Vanilla milkshake inside… How did he know this was my favorite? I looked over and saw he had the exact same thing. Wow, this was scary… we have the same preferences. I shuddered at the thought. I quickly finished my meal just as we were pulling into the parking garage of the apartment complex.
As soon as we parked I quickly jumped out of the car, only to be overwhelmed with dizziness. I set my drink on top of the truck and put my hands to my head. The world started tilting. I heard mild cursing then strong arms wound around me, effortlessly picking me up.
"Max, Max, are you okay," he all but shouted.
I could hear him on the verge of panicking and that surprised me. I wonder why he cared. I mean I was just his neighbor for crying out loud. "Fine," I managed to get out, and then everything went black…. Again.
I was in my old house again, this time strapped to a table. I was frightened just looking at all the tools surrounding me. Knifes, tweezers, drills and saws plus many more tools were laid out on the table. I started to shake as I recognized Jeb's footsteps coming down the basement stairs. The light flicked of and the only light was the lamp hanging above the table I was strapped to. I started to wiggle, franticly trying to get away, I felt sweat forming on my brow and I squeezed my eyes shut, just waiting for the pain to come. I felt my self slowly going back to the present reality.
I heard someone softly whispering, "Shh, shh, Max. It's alright now. You're okay. I'll keep you safe."
I noticed I someone was hugging me, my face pressed into their masculine shoulder. I then realized I was sobbing quite loudly. Those memories really frightened me. Just thinking of them made me sob harder and I never cry. That's how bad it was.
"Max, you are okay," I heard a familiar voice say. I just nodded into their shoulder because that was all the more I could do.
I know this was reallyyyy short but I will make you a deal. If I get a good amount of reviews, I will do my best to update by next Friday! I am soo sorry about the wait… I just have some problems going on at the moment.
