AN: Hello, it's me again. For those of you that have red my other stories, don't worry, I will be updating them again very soon. I've got some homework, but I'm hoping to have all of my stories updated by the end of the weekend. Thanks for reading!
(Fang's POV)
I shot awake in the middle of the night. Max, I thought. I ran to her room, a bad feeling overtaking me. I burst into her room. She was on the edge of her balcony, about to jump off. A bag was slung over her shoulder. She was leaving. "Max?" I said disbelief clear in my voice. I sounded hoarse, like I was trying not to just collapse into a crying ball.
Max's head whipped around to face me. "Fang." she said, surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"Where are you going?" I asked, ignoring her question. "Why are you leaving? Without saying goodbye? Do I not mean anything to you? Do the others mean nothing to you too?" I was whisper-yelling by the time I was done, hurt and betrayal in my voice.
A deep sadness entered her eyes and she stepped off the balcony, dropping her bag. She ran over to me and hugged me hard. "That's not how it is." she murmured.
I pulled away from her. "Then what's going on?" I asked her, fixing her with my hard gaze. She almost flinched. Almost.
She sighed. "I'm sorry. I got a call, from the Chief of the FBI agency. The School is trying to get back together. We have to strike now, while they're still weak. I can't let them do what they did to me to other kids. I won't allow it. If we strike now, we have a greater chance for success, and I won't have to be gone for as long. I'm sorry that I have to go, Fang, but I have to." she said, reaching out with one hand to cup my face, her eyes begging me to try to understand.
I sighed and pulled her closer, holding her tight. "You better come back. You better come back alive, because if you don't, I'm going to bring you back to life just so I can kill you all over again." I told her. "And you better not stay away for too long. The others are going to kill me for letting you go."
I felt her smile against my bare chest. I'd only warn my boxers and a light pair of pajama pants to bed. "Probably." she agreed. "I promise I'll come back. I don't know how long it'll be, but I'll come back."
"You better." I said, letting go and stepping back. Max looked like she wanted nothing else but to hold me longer, to never leave, but instead she grabbed her bag, jumped onto the windowsill, and flew off into the night. I couldn't sleep, so I just stayed up in bed, thinking about my girlfriend-gone-FBI agent. I stayed in her room for the rest of the night.
……………..the next morning……………….
"How could you let her go?" Iggy yelled at me. All of us were in the kitchen and I'd just told them the bad news. "She could die out there, Fang! We're talking about the same people who tortured her for years!"
"Don't you think I know that?" I snapped. "Don't you think that those same things were crossing my mind as I let her go? But I couldn't stop her Iggy. It was just one of those things she had to do. I could tell. Even if I told her no, or tried to stop her, she would've gone anyways. You know Max. She's just stubborn like that." I was speaking much softer by the time I was done.
"He's right, you know." Angel told Iggy. "She's always been stubborn like that. When she puts her mind to something, she hardly ever gives it up until she's done with it.
"All we can do is wait for her to come home." Mom said.
"She better come home." Iggy mumbled, he sat down heavily in a chair and rested his head against the kitchen table. The kids started to cry as it hit them that Max wasn't coming back soon. Mom was also crying, and even Iggy's shoulders were shaking as he quietly sobbed. I went up to my room and cried there, away from everyone else, in my own silent fashion. Not even Max has ever seen me cry, and I'm not going to change that.
……………..one week later…………..
What's taking her so long? I feel like I'm missing half of my body. I'm not motivated to do much anymore. My grades are slipping. I've been neglecting the others. What's wrong with me? I should be strong for Max. So that when she comes back home she'd know I took care of everything while she was gone. She wouldn't have to do anything when she got back.
I got up out of bed and went outside to play with the kids and keep an eye on them. I'm going to make you proud, Max, I thought as I walked over to the kids, ruffling Gazzy's hair. I won't let them see how broken I am without you. I'll be their strength and their rock while you're gone, just like you were and still are. But please come home soon. I don't know how long I'll be able to keep myself motivated.
………………….one month later…………….
The others are starting to give up hope. But I'm not going to give up on you Max. I'm going to wait right here for you. And the first thing I'm going to do is take you in my arms and kiss you like never before, just to show you how much I love you. I'm not giving up on you, Max. Not now, not ever. I'll be right here. I'll be the first person you see when you come back home. I'll never give up hope. Because I don't know what I'd do if I lost you, and giving up my hope is like I'm voluntarily losing you. Like saying that I don't care if you get hurt or I'm not going to wait on you. But I will. I won't leave you behind.
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