Wow! Chapter 50 guys! Holy shit that's a lot of chapters and words. This is the longest and hardest amount of work that I've ever put into any story ever. Pretty soon here I will have 100,000 words! Anyways, I hope that you guys will finish to the end with me. I hope to reach the end of this story within this year.
But since I have been working on this story for so long I want to expand my horizons a little bit. I feel a bit stuck, not with the story, but with the genre and the fact that there are so many other high school Maximum Ride fanfictions that I want to get back to the real story with the flock all together, which is why I decided to start a new story. Don't worry, I'm still going to be focused on this one, but I'm also really excited to start a new one. I'll post the summary for my new story either tonight or tomorrow :).
Max POV
It could have been an hour, could have been a minute. I didn't know because I had left my cell phone in the car and there was no telling time in this room. I had made it a rule not to have a clock in my art room in order to preserve sanctity to the fact that art shouldn't be another thing on the schedule. I didn't want to look at the clock and feel like I had spent too little or too much on an art project. I didn't ask Fang for his phone either. We could call or text the rest of the group as much as we wanted, but they weren't going to let us out as long as we didn't want to be in there.
"Are you ever going to say anything?" Fang snapped. "The silence is deafening."
That was ironic coming from Fang, but I didn't say it out loud. "There's nothing to say," I told him.
"Talk about the damn weather for god's sake," he sighed.
"I haven't been outside in a couple weeks," I admitted. It was true. Except for today I hadn't stepped outside that apartment since Fang dropped me off there a couple weeks ago. "So I wouldn't know anything about the weather."
"Me either."
More silence. It was hard to believe that usually we couldn't stop talking. Usually if we were talking on the phone and Ella was with one of us, she would snatch the phone away and end the call. The news about my mom completely changed my perspective about Fang as a person and altered everything I knew about his family's integrity. But I felt even more angry at myself because I felt like I had betrayed my mother in a way by dating and living with the guy who had a hand in my mother's death and having no clue whatsoever.
"If you have something to say, then just spit it out," Fang demanded.
"You're not the one that gets to be mad right now," I warned. "I think you have a lot more to explain than I do, now don't you?"
He exhaled sharply. "First of all, I'm not the one that ran her over, remember?"
I rolled my eyes. "But you didn't exactly do anything about it, now did you?"
"My uncle said that she was already dead and there was nothing we could do about it," he explained. "You know y family is big on respect, if an older person in the family tells you to do something then you do it, no questions asked...Ella is the exception to that."
"How was it kept out of the paper?" I asked. "If a middle-class mother is killed in a hit-and-run in a town where nothing else happens, it's going to be in the papers."
"My family...can be very influential in a lot of areas," he said.
I scoffed. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
I knew that Fang's family was even wealthier than they really let on, but I was never really sure how loaded they were. When I heard that it was Fang's uncle instead of his dad, it made me the slightest bit relieved because that meant that I hadn't sat down to dinner with my mother's murderer. But that didn't change what Fang did or the fact that I had driven the car that had hit her.
"My distant Italian side of the family...may or may not be a part of the mob," he explained.
The mob? Great, my boyfriend was related to the mob. Maybe he was secretly an heir to the mob empire.
"More lies, Fang?" I exasperated.
He grimaced. "More like omissions of truth."
I crossed my arms across my chest and shook my head at him.
"Look, Max...I didn't know who she was. I had no idea that its was your mom. When I heard that your mom died in an accident I assumed that it was a car accident, not a hit-and-run. You have to believe me."
I believed him. I really did. It was just all the lying and the hiding from things. Would I have freaked out if he told me that his uncle has hit someone? Probably, but at least he would've been being honest with me.
"Okay, if there is anything else that you need to tell me, then you need to spit it out now," I demanded.
"My family bought all of the witnesses off except for one," he told me. "That's why no one else really found out about it. And I'm not completely certain, but I'm pretty sure they paid your father to not pursue any further investigation."
That hit me harder than my father ever had.
