studentofwords, I don't think that she acts like Max from Taken at all. In Taken, Max trusted Fang and wanted him to protect her. In this story, she thinks that Fang can't protect her and doesn't trust anyone. Plus, in this story, she's out to help herself. In Taken, she was always talking about Ghost and concentrating on him.

Save Me From Myself

Chapter 10

Fang's POV

I woke up and looked around. I had fallen asleep after Max kicked me off the bed. I looked behind me and saw… nothing. Wait! What happened to Max? I stood up and looked in the closet, guessing that she was going through my stuff again but she wasn't there either. I started to panic. Did she leave again? Does she really hate me? I ran out of the room and into the living room. Gasman, Angel, Nudge, and Ella were in there.

"Hey Fang." Said Nudge. "What's wrong?"

I ignored them and headed for the kitchen. She was there, standing at the back door, looking out it. I walked up behind her, and put my hand on her shoulder. She tensed up and looked behind her. The second that she saw it was me though, she just turned her head back to the door. It had a window in it so I guess she was looking at the backyard.

"What's wrong Max?" I asked her.

She shrugged. "Go away."

I sighed. "Alright."

She turned quickly. "Wait, if I tell you to do something you… do it?"

I nodded. "Yeah. You're the leader Max."

Max shook her head. "Not anymore. She is."

"Who, Max?" What was she talking about now? I had to say it but... She seems like she's losing it.

"Your girlfriend." She spat.

I took a deep breath. "Max, you know that you're my girlfriend. So yes, my girlfriend is the leader."

Max just shook her head again. "Liar."

"Max, I could never have another girlfriend." I moved my hand from her shoulder to her cheek, which I cupped in my hand. "I love you."

"But not enough to find me." She commented, not looking me in the eye. She had no idea how much her words hurt but... She is entitled to hurt me. She's right, I should have found her sooner.

"Seeing as you're here, that theory is out." I reached down and grabbed her hand. "Let's go back to our room."

She rolled her eyes. "No. I want to… I don't know. I just want to do something."

"Like?" I asked, hoping for a little bit more detail. I'm not a mind reader!

"Like… flying." She smiled. "I haven't flown in years."

I smiled back at her. "Okay."

I let go of her hand and she started walking to my room. I followed, curious of where she was going to do. She walked over to my closet and opened it.

"What are you doing Max? I thought that you wanted to go outside?" I asked coming up behind her.

She said nothing but did turn around to face me. She looked at me and wrapped her arms around her arms, looking me in the eye. I stared back, waiting for an explanation. She sighed.

"Jacket." She explained.

"Oh. It's somewhere is here." I looked around. "Sure it's not in my closet?"

Max shrugged. "Find it."

I sighed and started going through my closet. Not there. Hmmm, I looked under my bed and found it. I handed it to her and she put it on. She walked to the window and opened it. She looked out and then gently opened her beautiful wings. She paused, moving them a little before jumping out the window, me following. I flew up next to her.

"Saber won't let me fly." She told me. "Don't tell him."

"Max-"

"He says that if I fly I'll runaway." She looked over at me. "You took care of that."

We flew in silence after that. She flew a little bit ahead of me for some reason. I let her though. If she needs her space, fine, as long as I can see her and keep her from getting taken, then I'm okay. After an hour or so of flying, Max turned in the air, headed back for the house, not saying a word to me. I sighed and also turned, and, as always, followed behind her. Once we got back to the house, she went through my bedroom window, and then laid down on my bed. I watched her.

"Fang?"

"Yeah?"

She moved around so that she was leaning against the headboard of my bed. "Bed."

I nodded and sat next to her. She, slowly, laid her head on my shoulder. I froze, afraid that if I moved she would freak out. She wrapped her arms around me and held me. I slowly moved to the I was lying down, he lying next to me, facing each other.

"I still hate you." She mumbled.

I smiled a little. "I know."

I know I said that I would update on Monday but I realized that I hadn't updated any of my other stories. Plus… I forgot what I was going to do with this story. Probably will update next week when I figure it out again. But hey, I got like eight chapters out in last week!