Alright I'm really into writing right now so it's 8:47 PM on 7/20/2017 not even 24 hours after I posted the last chapter I'm trying to make up for the chapters that I wanted to put out but couldn't. If you want me to write about something in particular than comment, or PM me so we can work out the details. If you have any questions then please comment. I put a lot of effort into my chapters so let me know if I should fix anything.

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Chapter 10. Mommy

Previously:

I stepped into the shower to wash away all the grime from today. Pull the knob to hot, and started to wash my hair, while I let the conditioner sit I started to wash my body. I started to count all of the scars, and the bruises that are fading. One group of scars stood out the most, they are the reason I can't wear shorts. It reads WORTHLESS, STUPIDand WASTE. Looking to my arms were scars that I used to release every feeling of anger and self hate. My throat got tight and without noticing tears spilled over and ran down my face with no stopping. I hadn't cut in almost a month, it had become a habit, an addiction and I couldn't didn't know, no one did. Realization of what might happen to us flooded my mind and I felt like I was drowning. I picked up my razor and took one of the blades out and started to feel relief.

Now:

"MAX!"

"Whaaatt?" I groan into my pillow.

"You need to get up."

"Why? Nudge, it's Saturday, we don't have school."

"Mrs. Griffith is going to the store and she said everyone is going with. So get up. Now."

"Ugh, fine. I getting up." As soon as the door closes I go to the closet and pick out a grey long sleeve shirt, so I don't have to put makeup on my arms, and some camo capris. After I got dressed I went downstairs, to be greeted with a mouth watering smell.

"God, that smells awesome, what is it?"

"Breakfast?"

"Well I know that, Iggy. But what is it?"

"Bacon, eggs, and toast."

"Um, what's bacon?" As soon as I said that Iggy and Gazzy gasped. "What?"

"Only the best thing in the world!" Gazzy yelled.

"It's awesome, and you can't really describe the flavor, and it all depends on how the chef cooks it," Iggy said.

"Iggy, you are a good cook, but you're not a chef," Fang commented.

"Not yet anyway," Iggy retorted.

I walked into the living room to find and Nudge sitting on the couch watching T.V. Nudge waves me over to sit with her. As I walk by Mrs. Griffith looks up and smiles at me.

"Good morning Max."

"Good morning, Mrs. Griffith."

"How did you sleep?"

"Good, you?"

"Good. Um, where's Angel?"

"I don't know. Nudge do you know where Angel is?"

"Nope. Do you want me to go look for her?"

"No, I'll do it," I get up and head to the guest room, where we are staying.

"Angel? Where are you?" No response. I walk into the room, she's not in bed. She's not in the bathroom. I walk over to the closet, and slide it open, and there she is. I pick her up, and walk to the bed, I struggle to sit cris cross.

"Angel? Baby? Why were you hiding in the closet?" I hear her sniffle, I hold her tighter. "He, can't get you. He doesn't know where we are."

"I-I-I don't f-feel s-safe h-here," she says gripping my shirt tighter.

"Angel, we're safe here. No one here wants to hurt us."

"Maxie, I-I…. I want m-mommy here!"

"I do to baby, but-"

"No but's, please, I just want her," Angel says looking into my eyes, tears start to flow down her face. I pull her closer to me and give her a hug, to hide the fact that I'm crying.

"I want mommy here too," I start to think of the ways I can make this up to her. "Baby, how about we go do something just for you. Would you like that?"

"Ya, I would," she says sniffling, and wiping her face off with her hand.

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to get a mommy," Ugh, this is going to be harder to get her mind off of this than I thought.

"We can't really do that right now, is there something else you want to do?"

"No," she says looking down into her lap. "I just want a mommy. But you can't give that to me, it's okay. I'll go downstairs."

"Wait, Angel," I start to say but she's already out the bedroom door. I put my face in my hands, and groan. Why does this have to be so hard? I don't like how that turned out, this sucks, alot. I just want to make everyone happy, and keep them safe.

*Knock*

*Knock*

"Max, are you okay?"

"Ya."

Fang P.O.V.

"Angel? Where are you?" I hear Max call out for Angel, I go to see if I can help. I see Max slide the closet door and pick up Angel, Max sat criss cross on the edge of the bed.

"Angel? Baby? Why were you hiding in the closet?" Angel sniffed "He, can't get you. He doesn't know where we are." She's talking about Jeb.

"I-I-I don't f-feel s-safe h-here," she says gripping Max's shirt tight. Why wouldn't she feel safe here, no one has done anything to her.

"Angel, we're safe here. No one here wants to hurt us."

"Maxie, I-I…. I want m-mommy here!" Oh, I need to talk to mom about that.

"I do to baby, but-"

"No but's, please, I just want her," Angel started to cry, then Max did too.

"I want mommy here too. Baby, how about we go do something just for you. Would you like that?"

"Ya, I would," she says sniffling, and wiping her face off with her hand.

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to get a mommy," Oh boy, I really need to talk to mom now.

"We can't really do that right now, is there something else you want to do?"

"No," she says looking down into her lap. "I just want a mommy. But you can't give that to me, it's okay. I'll go downstairs."

"Wait, Angel," Max went to grab for her but failed. Angel shoved passed me in the hallway.

Max put my face into her hands, and groaned. I can feel her pain I should talk to her, she wants to do what's best for Angel, and Nudge, I can tell that much.

*Knock*

*Knock*

"Max, are you okay?"

"Ya."

"No, I don't think you are."

"Why would you say that?"

"For starters your head is in four hands, and I heard your conversation with Angel."

"Ugh!"

"Max, I know what Angel wants, and I know you want what is best for her. So remember when we were in the office at the school?"

"Ya?"

"Remember when Angel asked if my mom, can be her mom?"

"Ya, and?"

"Mabie my mom can adopt you guys, if i talk to her, but I didn't want to bring it up to her without running it by you first. So, would that be okay with you?"

"I don't want my family's problems being your family's problems, that wouldn't be fair to you guys. And plus it would be a burden on your mom financially if we move in permanently."

"That stuff won't be a problem."

"If you bring it up to your mom, will she be willing to deal with us?"

"What do you mean 'deal with us'?"

"We all have things that should be taken care of. We all have problems, Nudge and what happened to her (A/N: Mrs. Griffith, and Iggy knows what happened to Nudge, Angel, and Gazzy don't because they are 6) , she will most likely need to see a therapist, Angel has trust issues, with our mom being gone, and I can't tell you what's wrong with me."

"Look, she had to deal with me, when she first got me. I was worse than all of you combined, she'll be able to handle it."

"Okay, if and when you bring it up to her I want to be in there, to see her reaction. And I'm able to talk when I want to. Okay?"

"That's completely fine with me, after all this is about what is best for you and the girls." Wow, she actually considered it that's amazing. Angel will get a mom, Nudge can get help, and I can try to see what is the "problem" with Max. All I want to do is help her nothing more, nothing less.

"Hay, Fang?"

"Yes."

"Do you really think she will take us in?" She asks, tilting her head to the side.

"Absolutely," I say, giving her a grin.

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