A/n:

Hey Guys! Yeahh.. I would've update sooner, But I was having SERIOUS writers block and I did something stupid. Reaaaly Stupid.

See, I was making Pancakes in the microwave and I put them in for 20 minutes then they should of been. Yeaaaah, I almost blew up my microwave. I reached into to get my melted plate out WITHOUT anything covering my fingers and I burned my finger to a crisp.

Yeaaah. Ouchy.

Without Further Adieu

Chapter 13

Words Unsaid

Max P.O.V.

I finally rolled into my house around twelve in the afternoon the next day. I left with Fang saying he'd keep me safe. I might not know him that much, but I do believe he'd protect me. I'm Max Ride. I don't need protecting... unless i'm drunk or high on Mountain Dew. Then I might actually ask for help. Key word, Might.

I walked along inside my house, trying to get all the knots out of my tornado like hair. I bit my lip hard as I pulled at a knot, making it come loose. I remember when I was younger and my mom said everytime I woke up I had a rat nest for hair. I'd then spend the next few hours searching for tiny rats in my hair. Yeah, I was a special child.

My mom stepped out of the kitchen, making the door swing back to place. She had a tight smile as she looked me up and down. From my nasty tangled hair to my dirty sneakers. You win some, you lose some. I'd rather be dirty then clean anyday.

I tossed my bag and it landed with a thump against the wall.

"We have a visitor" My mom said, her lips barly moving. I followed her into the kitchen with raised eyebrows. I stopped dead in my tracks as I caught sight of the man in one of our kitchen table chairs.

Jeb. My father. He shouldn't even be considered a father. He thought of my mom and I as his whores and he acted like the pimp. He abused my mom, never enough to kill her or send her to the hospital but it was still a scar that was never going to go away. I hate him. For life.

"Maxie" He gushed, standing up and attempted to pull me in a hug. I took three steps back and pressed my back against the kitchen door.

"Aww Maximum aren't you happy to see your father" He asked with little concern. My blood boiled as I looked him in the eye. From the corner of my eye I could see my mom walking behind him, ending up beside the cabinet where out knives were held. We've learned to come prepared.

I shook my head and tried to push him away. Key word, tried. He grabbed onto my hand and bent every finger except for my thumb backward. The sound of a chocked scream exploaded from my throat as he chuckled and let go.

"That's my girl! I knew you could talk" He said and patted the top of my head. Wrong move number uno.

"I'm not your girl Jeb." I spat, trying to keep my voice from rising. Anger flashed in his eyes as the palm of his hand connected with my cheek. The sting spread like wildfire as I caught his eye again. Slapping me does no good. I've learned not to feel it anymore.

"You're no father of mine" I said as my fist connected with his nose. It cracked under the pressure, spraying blood everywhere. Including on me. Dear god, I hope I don't melt. I pivoted on my heel and tried to make an exit out of the kitchen.

A slightly pale hand flashed out and grabbed my arm tightly.

"You will follow my rules, conidering i'm living here now" He said, holding his nose. A small smirked slide onto his face as I turned to my mother.

"He better be gone by the time i'm back, or I'm leaving FOREVER" I screamed the last word, before pushing open the kitchen door, making it cracked against the wall.

"Maximum Ride, Get your ass back in here" Jeb screamed as I slammed my way out of the front door.

One train of thought was going through my mind. I need to get out of here now before I do something stupid.

My face was still stinging as I slide my leg over the side of my bike. I chucked the helmet, making it land somewhere in the yard. I didn't give two fucks about safety right now.

"Hey Max" I heard Nudge shout. I closes my eyes before starting up my bike.

"Sorry Nudge" I thought as I pulled out of the driveway and shot off down the street. Easily breaking the speed limit.

Here I go again.

Running away from my problems.

A/n:

Sorry it's kinda short. At least I updated!

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-Cora.