Over The Horizon! It needs to be updated! But, I got a couple threats for this story, so I decided to update ONCE MORE. But the threat that really disturbed me was the one about Carl. O.O Apparently someone was feeling a little…murderous today?

Also, there WILL be some more adult themes in this chapter. Language that most people shouldn't use, but do anyway. Maybe something worse, too… I'm feeling juvenile :)

Sam's eyes locked on me, and his expression turned from disbelieving to calculating to gleeful in about thirty seconds. I could've used those thirty seconds to my advantage, but instead, stood there like a deer in the headlights.

Sam lunged forward, and that was when my brain finally started to move. I scrambled out of the way as he barreled into the clothes rack. Good thing is, I bought myself some time. Bad news, I was further from the door. Shit.

I flew back down the aisle of clothing towards the dumbwaiter, and buried myself in clothes, trying to get through to the other side. Sam started clomping down after me, so I dug faster. I finally broke free, but Sam hand wrapped around my ankle. I kicked him square in the jaw, and jumped up. I sprinted for the door, and ended up in Nudge's room. I had to get to the bathroom.

Sam rounded the corner, knife held up in anticipation. I locked my eyes on him, and backed away towards the bathroom door. I held my hand out for the knob as I watched him advance on me. He thought he had me. Ha! My eyes reflected playfulness. He didn't know I could get into the hall through the bathroom. Probably didn't even know it was a bathroom!

I had reached the knob and twisted it, but didn't open it just yet. I waited as he kept stalking forward slowly. Then, just as he was raising his weapon, a look of disgusting pride on his face, like he just caught a prized animal that was worth millions, I threw the door open and pivoted towards the hallway door.

I grabbed at the doorknob and yanked on it. But it didn't budge. I jiggled the doorknob again. Shit, shit! It was locked! And Sam was coming! Crap, crap, crap!

"Didn't expect that, did you, honey, dearest?" Sam said in a slithering voice. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck and froze. My eyes widened, but I didn't turn. I was caught. We both knew it.

He grabbed a handful of my hair, knotted it around his hand, and then whispered in my ear "You don't know how long I've waited to fuck you. But now, I might just fuck you up. Or…both." Sam said. Then, he kissed me neck and I gritted my teeth. I tried to twist away, but Sam pressed the knife to my throat, and gripped my hair tighter.

"Yeah, that's a good idea…" Sam pushed me onto the floor, and took the knife away from my throat and poked me in the stomach with it's sharp tip.

I laid down on the floor and I closed my eyes, trying not to think about what was going to happen. So, I only heard the clang, and then a thump as something hit the floor. I didn't open my eyes. I knew he was just getting me anxious. But when I felt warm hands pull me up, I was confused. But even more so when I was pulled into a large, comfy, familiar chest. I breathed in a scent I knew and loved.

"Max." A deep voice murmured in something that sounded like a cross between horror and relief. But even though the emotions were alien, the voice was one I knew.

"Fang?"

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"Max!" Nudge screeched as I limped out of the house, Fang holding my waist for support. "You're okay! Ohmigod! I didn't know if you were dead or hurt or if you got caught or something happened to you. Ohmigod, I was so freaking worried. When you didn't come down into the basement, I thought something must be up, but I didn't know what to do! And then I called Fang, and he came. He must've broken a few traffic laws, because he got here within five minutes. I told him where you were, and he went up and got you. But I was down here, worrying my ass off!"

"Sorry, Nudge." I said, as we hugged awkwardly. Fang still didn't let go of my waist, so It was kind of a half hug. I was glad, though, because I was sure I wouldn't be able to stand up. Apparently I had cut myself really bad while trying to get through all of the clothes. And I was tired, too.

"What did you do with Sam?" She asked anxiously. Her hands clasped together right above her heart, a tick she got when she was scared.

"Well…Fang knocked him out good, and we tied him to your bed with some really strong rope. Fang has his knife, and there is a big lump on his head, so he'll be out for a while. After we get upstairs, we'll watch him closely until the police show up. You should probably call Anne, too." I told her.

Nudge nodded, pulled out her phone and dialed the number. She turned her back to us, and put her finger in her ear to block out the noises coming from the surrounding forest. We waited there, but I couldn't think. So I just let my messed up brain shut down.

I felt something weird, almost like a vibrating feeling. I looked up at Fang, who didn't take his eyes off of the house. I realized, against this firm, stable man, that I was shaking. I was violently trembling. The adrenaline had long since left my body, and I was tired, but I couldn't stop myself. And suddenly, without warning, I did something I had never allowed my self to do: I burst into tears.

Fang looked down, his hawk-like eyes analyzing me. He knew I didn't cry. He knew I was a survivor, and that I didn't have petty weaknesses. He looked so concerned, but I couldn't help myself. The tears just came and came. I turned body into the boy that I had gotten so close to, and wept, soaking his chest. I couldn't stop.

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The police arrived just as Sam was coming to. He threatened me many times, as the police were trying to talk to him. He wouldn't answer them, just kept yelling at me and Fang and Nudge.

"Pretty boy can't always save you! And they can't always keep me locked up! I will be back, Max! And you can count on that, you good for nothing whore! I'll get you!" He shouted, and then started laughing in a creepy tone. Fang and I just stared on, my hands on his chest, his around my waist, and laced together tiredly.

Anne arrived just after the police, running out of the car and into the arms of her adopted daughter. She looked so happy to see Nudge standing there, whole. I knew my step-mother would never be that way. She probably would've slapped me for calling the police in the first place.

Before I could think more about this, Anne jogged over to me, and ripped me from Fang's arms. She hugged me in a iron-tight embrace, and sobbed on my shoulder. Then, just like she did Nudge, she looked at my face, checking my bruises and cuts. When she saw I was fine, she did something even more unexpected.

Anne turned around to where a very taken aback Fang was standing, and slid her thin angel arms around his slender stomach, and into his tall frame, she whispered "thank you."

That's all for now, folks! I'm tired, and it's 1:52 in the morning. Be happy that you're getting this.

Also, to thank you all, I decided that I will give song suggestions out to those of you who have nothing better to do, namely Carl. :)

I've researched a FANTASTIC song called The Con by Tegan and Sara, and if you guys don't listen to it…then…then…you all suck! Just kidding, but seriously, I want to hear all of you in the reviews with comments about that song!