Love, Pain, and Wings-Chapter 38

By MyNameIsCAB

Sometimes I didn't understand why Fang was such a difficult person. I mean, sure his wound wasn't life threatening, but he would probably be a better target now that he was hurt and I wasn't going to risk that by letting him go by himself.

Arriving back at the city, I got into the hotel and scanned the lobby. Seeing no one suspicious, I went to the elevator and rode up to the third floor. I pulled out my room key and headed down the hall, listening for anyone following me.

I opened the door to find the room undisturbed. Grabbing our belongings and stuffed them into the two backpacks. Since I was here, I mind as well get everything instead of leaving things behind. Deciding it was best not to go out the lobby, I went to the balcony, jumped, and my wings shot out picking up the wind.

(Outskirts of Des Moines, Iowa-The Flock without Max)

Fang sat on his motel bed, wrapping the bandages around his wound that he had struggled to clean. He thought about how much easier this would have been if Max had been here and he hadn't pushed her away. He was so stupid.

But he worried about Max anyway. He expected her to be back by now. No, maybe he was just being paranoid. She probably was delaying her arrival back to get away from him.

(Max's POV)

I landed near the cornfields that Gazzy despised so much and stood there for a moment. Honestly, I didn't want to go back and see Fang now. All I wanted to do was go and be alone for a while. Maybe I could just sit among the corn. I mean, they had ears, so wouldn't they listen?

My thoughts had been racing since I took off from the balcony. Questions from Fang to Jeb had surfaced throughout my flight. I felt a little dizzy for a moment and sat down on the ground, trying to clear my head.

Max. Stupid Voice was back. I wasn't glad to hear it either.

What? I thought back.

Don't be stupid. Talking to corn isn't going to help accomplish anything.

What if I don't want to accomplish anything? I snapped back.

The Voice spoke again in its monotone. Now, Max. You know better.

"Do I?!" I shouted angrily, standing up and shooting back up in the air.

At least I could run from Fang, but the Voice I couldn't. It was still nagging me. Max, please just go back to the motel.

"SHUT UP!" I screamed.

I landed at the edge of the town, tears pouring out. Now I felt like I wanted to see Fang.

Instead of going to the motel, I went into one of the restaurants in town and got a table by myself. Half of me didn't want to go face Fang, so I decided I'd go get some food. Too bad for the others, I didn't feel like worrying about them right now.

"What can I get you?" the waiter asked.

"Um…" I stared at the menu. "A burger with a side of fries and a milkshake."

"That all?' the waiter said in a drawl.

I nodded and he walked away.

It took a half hour for the food to come, but I didn't care. I knew Fang would end up worrying about me. Maybe if I was gone for a little longer than I should, he would learn his lesson about arguing with me.

My eyes wandered to the TV which was airing a Red Sox VS Phillies game. The Sox were leading by three runs and the game looked like it was just about over already. Once that game ended, it switched over to a Cubs VS the Rays. It just started and a watched for a little while, going through my food slowly.

"Are you done yet?" the waiter asked. "Because we got people waiting."

"I'll pay now," I muttered, ticked off by the waiter's rude manners. "Sorry, I'm just watching the game."

The waiter frowned and put the check on the table. I handed him the exact change and stood up. "I'll be leaving now."

No tip for him. I walked out, taking one glance at the TV to see Ryan Theriot smoke one over the left field wall.

Getting into my motel room, I found that Fang was already in bed. I thought about sleeping on one of the other beds or the couch, but they were all taken up by the other members of the flock.

Seeing Fang, I decided that my love for him was going to get the better of me eventually and I pulled one of his shirts on before getting in the bed next to him.

"Max?" he murmured.

"Yeah?" I answered, perhaps a little reluctantly.

He turned to face me. "I'm sorry about earlier."

"It's okay," I accepted his apology. Something told me that rejecting it would come to a bad outcome. "I'm sorry I pushed you."

"I'm okay," he assured me.

I inched a little closer to him. He kissed my forehead. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Fang." And I kissed him back.