Max POV

"Max, I'm going out. Iggy's studying at the library, Angel's at Nudge's, and Gazzy went to a movie or something. Are you okay by yourself?" I watched Anne grab her purse and stuff a tube of lip gloss into it before turning to me.

"Yeah, I'll bet alright." She smiled, grabbing her coat off the couch.

"Great. I should be back around eleven. Make good choices." With that, she left me standing in the hallway. Sighing, I trudged into the kitchen, making my way towards the fridge. Pulling out a half empty water bottle, I turned around and froze. On the counter was a shining, metal knife that gleamed from the kitchen light. Dropping the water bottle, I clutched at the corner of the island, trying to steady myself from my suddenly blurry vision.

Fight it, Max. You're better than this.

My breaths came in short gasps as I tried to slow down my rapidly beating heart. I couldn't focus, my mind turned foggy and everything seemed to tip sideways. It wasn't until I realized I was holding the knife that I started to freak out.

Don't you dare raise that knife.

I gulped. My hand started to shake as my subconscious and my conscious fought against each other.

"Max?" My attention snapped towards the sound of someone's voice. His dark brown, almost black eyes stared at me. His face was morphed into a scared and shocked expression.

"Fang?" His eyes darted between mine, my hand, and back. I dropped the knife, nearly tripping as I made my way over to him. I fell into his arms, making him stumble back a few feet.

"Max, what were you doing?"

"I'm sorry." I choked out. "I don't know what happened. Please, you've got to believe me, Fang. I swear I didn't mean to. Please don't send me away. Please don't." I sobbed, burying my face in his shirt.

"Max, shh. Deep breaths." He pulled me over to the couch, gently rubbing circles on my back, right in between my shoulder blades.

"I didn't mean to." I whispered, grabbing at the black fabric of his shirt.

"I know... I know." I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the sound of Fang's breathing and not the voices threatening to overtake my mind. I was slowly submerged in blackness, sleep fogging my mind as I slipped into unconsciousness.

Fang POV

Beautiful.

Her golden brown hair spilled down her back, caressing her shoulders and neck. Her chocolate brown eyes were currently hiding behind tinted lids, those teasing pink lips cracked open in an almost silent snore. So breathtakingly beautiful, and yet, so heartbreakingly broken. Jagged scars lined both her underarms, some completely healed while others still a pale pink.

"Oh Max." My voice was the only sound in the otherwise silent house. Gently laying her on the couch, I grabbed a blanket off the floor and draped it over her. Slipping my cell phone out of my pocket, I cast one more look at her sleeping form before heading outside. Sitting on their porch steps, I quickly dialed a number that I had memorized all too well.

"Hello?"

"Hey, I need your help."

"Name it."

"It's about a girl."

Well, I gave you a little bit of Fang there. I hope you liked. Would love to hear your thoughts! Who do you think he's calling? Is Max going to be sent away soon? Who knows! Questions, comments, anything, I would love to hear it.

Can't wait to see what you guys have to say :)