Chapter 28:
After the smutty sex with Dylan, I dosed off.
My dreams were horrible, I could see Fang's face, him apologizing for having to rape me, but his image flickered, and he was Dylan for a moment.
The image faded and I could see Dylan smiling at me, but his image flickered and was replaced with Fang giving me a lopsided grin that made me quiver.
I reached out to grasp Fang, and I woke up gasping, tears streaming down my face.
I whipped my head towards Dylan's side of the bed, and I saw he wasn't there.
I had kicked off the blanket, leaving me naked on the bed.
I shivered and pulled the blanket up over my body and stared out the window.
The street stared back at me, and I had to blink a few times to register that it was probably about six or seven at night.
I had slept longer than I intended, so I slipped out of bed, picking up my ripped pajamas.
I am not wearing those again, I thought, tossing them into the waste basket beside the nightstand.
I pulled out some underwear, shorts and a white shirt and bra, slipping into them.
I stretched and went downstairs.
But I couldn't find Dylan.
Where the hell was he? He just has sex with me and leaves?
"What a charmer," I muttered, inspecting the kitchen.
He didn't even clean up.
I picked up the plates in the dining room and washed them in the kitchen.
Once I was done cleaning up, it was around eight.
I went into the living room, turning on the tv, I watched some random tv show absent-mindedly.
Dylan wouldn't just leave without telling me, would he?
Where the heck was that jerk?
I bit down on my lip, and decided that it would be good for me to shower.
I went upstairs and undressed, getting into the shower.
I don't know how long I stayed in the hot shower, letting the hot water run over my body.
Who was Fang?
Fang was…..my perfect half.
Wasn't he?
My brain hurt just thinking about it, and for a moment, I doubted my own memories.
Then I shook my head and laughed.
Memories can't be tampered with, that's ridiculous.
I got out of the shower and went back to my room.
As I passed the mirror in the room, I stopped and had to turn around to do a double take.
Bruises the shape of hands were on my hips, and bruises littered my stomach and breasts.
I then really felt the extent of what went on last night.
My body ached and I felt like a fucking old lady at that moment.
Was I losing my touch? Did having sex really render me this sore?
Maybe it was just the bruises, but boy did my body hurt.
I rummaged through my drawers and picked out one of Dylan's t-shirts and some of his boxers to wear downstairs.
As I was slipping the shirt on, a bought of pain racked my body, and I curled my torso inwards.
I coughed and blood splattered onto the dresser.
I wiped my mouth and used the shirt I was wearing to get the blood off of the wood.
What the hell is wrong with me? I thought, straightening up.
Dylan couldn't of hurt me this bad, I mean, we've had sex so many times, why was this any different?
A little part of my mind whispered to me at that moment.
It's not Dylan. Fang is who you love.
Bewildered, I put my hand to my head and squeezed my eyes shut.
I went back downstairs and tried to think of what to do.
"What can I do for fun? Hmmmmmmmmm..." I looked around, realizing I had no idea where anything in the house was.
Finally, I opened the front door and looked out onto the neighborhood street.
It was empty, so I slid my wings through the cuts in Dylan's loose shirt and took off into the night air.
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My flight took me over to a very familiar place, and I was glad to be there.
The caves where the hawks lived.
I landed by the entrance of the cave and looked inside to make sure there were no predators or people staying in there, before I plopped down and just sat.
I put the back of my head to the cave wall and crossed my arms over my knees.
Fang Fang Fang Fang.
He kept entering my thoughts as I sat there, and I really didn't want him there.
I hate Fang, he raped me, made me have his child.
I know he did, he did, he did, he did!
I put my fists to the side of my face, trying to make my aching headache go away.
I coughed again, and something wet hit my knees.
I opened my eyes to look at the blood splattered on them.
"Oh god," I whispered, wiping the blood away with my hand.
I licked my lips and shook my head.
Something was definitely wrong.
Fang's POV:
Once we escaped the house, and we were long gone from the erasers grasp, we landed in a forest clearing.
Angel was the first person to open her big mouth.
"Do you see what happens? What happens when Max and Fang are together like that? Max gets kidnapped like always, and we're in danger. And now Fang is going to want us to go save her. Again," Angel said to everyone, turning her gaze to me.
Everyone else did the same.
I crossed my arms and looked down at Angel with a steely stare, "Of course I want us to save Max. She isn't just my girlfriend, she's the leader of all of us. We can't function without her," I said matter-of-factly.
Angel sniffed and rolled her eyes, "Are you serious, Fang? Of course we can function without her, she is just one person for God's sake."
The eleven year old turned to look at Gazzy, Iggy, and Nudge, who hadn't been saying a word.
"Look guys, I really think that we can survive without Max. They just want her, Sadie, and that other baby. I can get us money to build a new house far away from here. We can live without fearing for our lives every night. C'mon, is Max really worth all of this?" Angel asked.
They all looked really uncertain, so I stepped in, "You know that Max has been there for all of you, even if she couldn't recently. You all know she would rescue any of you without a moments hesitation. We need to do the same for her," I prompted, pleading with them.
"She isn't wooooorth it," Angel drew out the 'worth'.
I looked at Nudge and Gasman with a begging look, hoping they would help me.
"Fang, I think Angel's right. I mean, I love Max like she was my mother, but she has her own children now. And I bet she would save them instead of us if it came down to it. And I'm tired of being chased by erasers, and Max is the reason why it keeps happening. I just want to be safe," Nudge said with a long sigh.
The 16 year old moved over to stand with Angel, and then looked over at the Gasman and Iggy.
Gazzy didn't say anything, wiping his eyes and sniffling, he looked at me with a sorry look, then moved to stand with Angel.
"Iggy?" I said, my voice cracking.
The strawberry blonde boy shook his head and trudged over to Angel, standing with Gassy.
"I would say I'm sorry, Fang, but I'm not, because I can keep the flock safe." Angel said, flipping his golden hair towards me.
I clenched my fists and scowled at them, "So this is how it's going to be. After five years of the soft life, you can't have a little danger. It's alright, I understand. I love the soft life as well. It's so nice not to be fearful of losing your life every night. But Max is somewhere, probably in a cage, suffering, while you choose not to save her. But hey, at least you'll be ok, right? It's not like any of you have been kidnapped or put in a dog cage before." I said with a cold tone.
Each one of them looked extremely uncomfortable, and it made me feel a little better.
"I'll find Max on my own, and then we will both come back and find you all and tell you how much we really love you," I said with a nod.
And without another word, I pulled out my wings and flew off.
