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TEENAGERS FROM MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE!

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Broken

Chapter 2: Broken Homes

Fang's POV

"I miss him, Nick." Juliet, my eight-year-old sister, whispered; she was brushing her long, black hair. She didn't have to classify, I already knew exactly what she was talking about...

Our father.

He was the only thing stopping our mom, Anne Walker.

"I do too..." I said, and I meant it.

Our mother is a real terror. One night, seventeen years and nine months ago, she got really drunk. She met our father that night. One thing led to another, and there you go, I was born. My father stayed around, and ended up marrying that horror. Everything was good for a while. Then, the dark days came. Anne and our dad started fighting about money. We were broke. It didn't help that she was either high or drunk every night. She brought this out on me. I was only six years old when that started happening. It kept coming every night, whether it was a beer bottle smashed upon the head, or a kick in the stomach, the abuse kept coming. The only way I would get peace at night is if father was home, which was once every week.

It stopped for a bit when I turned nine; that was when Juliet was born. Anne saw good in her. It was like the dark days never happened, but I remembered them. Everyday, I steered clear of my mother. It kept like that for another two years, an untrustworthy mother, an untrusting son, an innocent daughter, and a peaceful father.

But, all good things have to end... This was when Juliet was about to turn three. The bill came home one Thursday night. I was about to begin trusting my mother again, when it came; abuse knocking on my door.

Smash! Crash! Snap! That night was the worst of all. Thankfully, Juliet was safe. It continued like that for five years: Anne would come home angry, I would hide Juliet in a closet with food and water, I would get bruises and cuts, father would be coming home late at 2:00, and Juliet would be safe for another night.

One night, when Juliet was seven and I was sixteen, I went to a movie with some friends, not thinking about Juliet. It was the worst mistake that ever happened. Mother needed a dummy to punch, and there was Juliet. When I was walking home, only a block away, I heard the screaming. I broke off into a sprint. I had arrived at the house right on time. There was my sister, tackled on the ground by my mother, with a knife in Anne's hands. The knife was about to make contact, when I pushed Anne off, and punched her in the face. She wasn't exactly happy. She threw the knife into my stomach. Right then, I pulled the knife out. Though the knife hadn't hit anything fatal, it still hurt like hell.

There were screams from my sister, but I couldn't hear them. The pain was making me slip into unconsciousness. I just kept muttering, 'go'. Eventually, I saw Juliet run out of the house.

After I healed, the abuse started again. This continued for another five months. A week ago, father came home early, at eight o'clock. He didn't come home with a happy face though. He came home to mom about to kill me with a knife. He started yelling at mom, she started yelling at dad. Dad ran out of the house and got into his car. He just started driving away. We received the notice the next day. He had gotten into a car crash in Salt Lake City. That was miles away from where we lived in Logan, Utah.

We moved here, in San Diego, California.

"Nick, when do you turn eighteen?" Juliet asked, bring me back into reality.

"Only in a year. Don't worry, you won't get hurt at all."

"I know," she said softly, "but you will!"

"Don't worry about me. I'd rather die than have you be hurt, Penguin." She giggled at her nickname that I always called her. I reached over to her silver contacts. "Here, put your contacts in and your crazy earrings, and put on your Converse High-Tops, I'll drive you to get some breakfast this morning."

After our wonderful breakfast of Carl's Jr. and Juliet watching some anime show on my phone, (I stole some money from my mom), I drove her to school. Then after dropping her off, I drove to my own new school. I got my schedule, locker number and lock, and went off to class.

I walked into the history class. The teacher came over to me after finishing writing something on the white board.

"Class this is our new student to our school! Go ahead and sit next to Max. Max, raise your hand." the teacher said. A girl with brown hair and blonde highlights raised her hand. I started my way over to her.

"Hi, I'm Max." She said, annoyed.

"Fang..." I replied, referring to my nickname. A smirk came across her mouth.

"Fang, that's seriously your name?"

"Better than Max," I whispered.

"Wanna go emo boy?"

"Bring it. And just so you know, I'm not emo."

"Your clothes say differently." Max said, while looking back at her notebook and writing down notes.

And that's the chapter! I hate it when I write something that happened in the previous chapter, but in a different POV so I wrote a little more.

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CLOSED

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Question of the Chapter:

What should Max's talent be. I already know Fang's.

Song of the Chapter-

Oh,
Well imagine,
As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,
And I can't help but to hear,
No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:
"What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter.
"And yes, but what a shame, what a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore."

I'll give you a hint because this song has a weird name: The group that wrote it is called Panic! at the Disco

~Maximum Reading