Hey guys how are you guys doing? Well…not a lot reviewed so I'm kinda bummed out about that. Anyways I decided I have nothing to do so here's an update. BTW- to ballerinagurl222….this is the last chapter with all that nasty things…I hate writing about it as much as you hate reading about it. So good news this is the last chapter...with the whole Max on poison. Feel free to celebrate.

MAX P.O.V

We were sitting in front of the couch watching Victorious with Angel. Fang and I weren't really paying attention, we were just watching it because of Angel. We had a bowl of popcorn and we were drinking hot chocolate. Weird combination but it tasted so good. (It really does) Someone was singing a song and Angel sang along with it. I was surprised since most children her age would like babble to the song on the parts they didn't know. When we were all done with our hot chocolates, Fang took out cups and went to go make some more. When a commercial aired, Angel turned to me. "Max, I think Fang likes you", she said focusing her blue eyes on me. I couldn't help the small laugh that escaped my mouth. "Why do you think that Angel? There would be no reason for him to like me, he's my best friend", I asked her tucking some of her blonde curls behind her ear. "Well, it's the way he looks at you. His eyes are different. I can't explain but I've seen it", she replies looking at me with her innocent blue eyes. "Well maybe you should ask him to see if your idea is true", I said so she could be re-assured he doesn't like me. "Okay", she said with a cute smile and turned back to watching TV. "Hey Max, one more question. Are you wearing a new perfume?"she asked. "Um, no honey why?" I replied. "You smell different", was all she said before turning back again to the TV. Damn, let's just hope Fang didn't notice. When Fang came back a few minutes later, he had 2 mugs of hot chocolate. He handed me and Angel our mugs and sat down on the other side of Angel. "Hey Fang, I told Max you like her but she doesn't believe me. Can you tell her she's wrong and I'm right?"she asked looking up at her with Bambi eyes. Fang looked at her than at me and back at her. "What?"was all he said. "I know you like Max and I told her but she didn't believe me so I'm asking you to tell her you do like her", she explained in one breath. "Yeah I like Max angel, but as a friend", he said to her, not looking up at me. "No I mean, more than a friend. Like Barbie and Ken like each other", she said with a hint of exasperation in her voice. "Angel, what makes you say that? I like Max but only as a friend", he said again, and for some reason those words hurt.

"Fang I know you like Max more than a friend. Just tell her ", she said angry this time. "Angel I'm serious. Please just drop the subject", he told her sternly but gentle. She turned back to the TV with arms crossed and a little pout on her face. I knew he felt bad because I could see regret in his eyes. Nobody said anything and the atmosphere was tense. After a few minutes I felt like it was time for me to go home. "Well Angel, Fang I think I better go home. It's getting late and I need to start dinner", I said standing up. "Please stay Max. You barely come over anymore", she said with a sad expression on her face. "I'll come over tomorrow, I promise", I said hugging her. "Okay, just remembered you promised", she muttered letting go of me. I laughed lightly and I hurried to the door. I liked how little kids always made you feel better even though they don't mean to. I knew Fang was right behind me, I could feel him behind me, as weird as that sounds. I opened the door and turned around to come face to face with Fang. He was leaning against the door frame, one foot over the other, arms crossed. "Max, I do believe you smell like, oh I don't know, weed", he said. He was looking at me with his endless black eyes. "So, Jeb was smoking it and it clung to me", I said coming up with an excuse. "Max, you need help. Please just let me help you", he said, his eyes softening. "Fang, please we've been through this. Nothing is gonna change my mind", I told him looking straight at his eyes and then turned around to leave. He kept calling my name but I didn't turn around. I knew he wouldn't follow me, he can't go out without a jacket and boots and he wouldn't leave Angel just to follow me and fight with me again. I ran the rest of the way, feeling the prickly sensation behind my eyes. I opened the door and ran inside. I bolted the door and I pressed my back against it. I slid down to the floor slowly, my back still pressed against the door. I now let the tears slide down. Why won't he just leave me alone? Why hasn't he given up on me?

Because he truly wants to help you, the voice said.

Wow voice, long time no see.

As always it didn't reply, but I knew the voice was right. Just like Iggy when he first found out, he truly wants to help me. So if he wanted to help me I had to help myself. I wiped away all the tears and got up. I ran up the stairs to my bedroom and threw open the door. I quickly went under my bed, where I had my stash. I took everything out and threw it in my garbage can. I took the bag and took it outside. I went back and took of my jacket and stayed the whole afternoon crying, like always.

LINE

"Max where is my dinner?"Jeb yelled from downstairs. I sat up, feeling groggy. I must have fallen asleep after crying my eyes out and since that happened I didn't make Jeb his food. Damn, I was probably not going to school tomorrow after this. I got up and ran downstairs, trying to avoid any way to get a beating if that was possible. But he was ready. The moment I reached the kitchen entrance he swung at me. He hit me on my right cheek, barely missing my eye. I staggered but that was all he needed. He punched my stomach and when I doubled over in pain he kicked me down. I was on the floor, in pain, rolled up in a ball while he kept hitting and kicking me over and over again. When he finally felt like he was satisfied, he left and left me there, choking on my own blood. I heard his footsteps on the second floor and then a door slammed. After a while I got up slowly and headed the bathroom on the first floor. I rinsed my mouth and washed my face. The whole left side of my face was already swollen and I had bruises all over my abdomen. I had a few scraped here and there but that was it aside from bruises and swelling. I went to my room as fast as I could and shut the door. I took of my clothes and headed to the bathroom. I spent at least an hour in there crying, screaming and crying again. When I looked like a prune, I wrapped myself in a towel and bandaged my abdomen in case. I put on my pajamas and I hurried under my bed, forgetting I threw everything away. I was freaking out, I needed to distract myself from my reality. But I could only think of one thing. I hurried to my bathroom and grabbed my razor. I tried taking out the blades, hurting myself in the process, and when I finally got them out I moved them across my wrist. I had to do it a couple more times because I missed the feeling of the pain. I went back to my bed with my razors and lay down. I knew what was next, the sting and then it be gone. I'd be feeling numb in a matter of minutes now. And I knew I couldn't really give up cutting since it really did numb me.

Kind of small sorry. But I will be putting in Eggy next chapter and making it bigger. It's just that I get side tracked so much so I use up my computer time. Anyways please review.