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Chapter 5: Broken Explanations

Max's POV

"He seriously threatened your college life?" Iggy asked, perplexed. I had just been explaining my entire complication. I simply nodded.

"What can I do? Either way I'll still end up with someone becoming hurt. I can't let Nudge get hurt. She cannot go through what I have gone through." I claimed. I was standing on Iggy's porch, picking up Nudge. Nudge always liked Iggy's house better than ours. I never knew why she liked Iggy and Gazzy's house better, she just felt better there. Nudge was still inside talking to Gazzy.

"Maybe you can get a scholarship!" He voiced. I rolled my eyes.

"I already thought of that! Even if I got a full scholarship, what about food and books. They will cost a fortune. And I'll have to get an apartment so that Nudge can live with me."

"Right, so that adds water, gas, electricity, and so on." Iggy added. Iggy pulled me into a hug, and I accepted it with ease, as I needed to think about what would happen.

I woke earlier than yesterday. Today, I felt like I needed to tell Nudge what was happening. I really wanted to wait until after her birthday, a few days before the end of the first semester of sixth grade.

"Max, why do we have to wake up at 3:30 today?" Nudge asked groggily.

"Nudge I will tell you everything, as long as you just get ready." I begged. Nudge immediately got energized and got ready faster than ever before. She wore a spaghetti-strap, flowy, white shirt and long skinny jeans. Over the shirt she wore a black, shall-like jacket. Though it was nearing December, California still wasn't too cold.

Unlike Nudge I was wearing a graphic tee that says, 'You mad bro?' in big, blue letters. I was wearing a simple, green hoodie and long, skinny jeans as well.

I walked Nudge out into our giant backyard. The backyard was 20 acres and included a treehouse, a ginormous pool equipped with a water slide, diving board, and multiple pool toys, a putting green, a trampoline, and a mini dirt-bike track that I made when I was ten.

I hadn't used any of these items except for the treehouse, Nudge and I like to sit up there and talk, since before the abuse. I ushered Nudge up into our treehouse. The treehouse was built on a big fig tree. Jeb built it with me when I was only six. The only two people who have ever been on it with me is Jeb and Nudge.

"Nudge, when you learn what this big secret is, you can never tell anyone," She nods as if it was a secret one of her friends had told her, "because this is more than one of your friends telling you that they like some guy." She puts a more serious look on her face, "Once you know this, you can't unknow this, no matter you will want to."

I began with my long list of problems, "Nudge, ever since I was 12, I was abused." Nudge's eyes opened wide with shock.

"That's impossible, I don't believe you!" She choked out.

I lifted up the bottom of my shirt to show her knife scar that I got a while back. Nudge took a step back. Tears were forming in her eyes. She was speechless. Then she walked back toward me.

"Why didn't you tell me, Max?" She yelled at me. "Did you not trust me? I could've helped you, Max!" Now tears were streaming from her face. Nudge fell to here knees. She was overwhelmed. I fell with her onto her knees. She cried into my shoulder for what seemed like the longest time. I just shushed her soothingly, and comforted her. "Why didn't you tell me?" She asked again, quieter and with more caution.

"I didn't want you to get hurt. As long as you didn't know, Jeb didn't consider you as a target. But you can never let him know I told you."

"All this time, you wanted to protect me." She said, repeating what I was suggesting. "But, when you turn eighteen, we can leave. You and I can live together. You will take me with you, right?"

"Of course, but, Jeb has put me up with an ultimatum. Either, I go to college without you, or I take you with me, but have no money for college." Nudge goes into deep thought.

"Max, you'll have to go to college. You can get a job, and try to get an apartment so we can live together. I'll survive, I'm stronger than you think." Nudge confirmed with me.

"Nudge, when I do get an apartment, you'll be halfway into high-school. You will hate me so much, because I had left you with Jeb. I can't leave you."

"Max let's not talk about it."

"Nudge, I would rather you be an alive coward than you be a dead hero. You will never be left alone with that piece of crap."

"Max, just shut up, Goddammit! Let's talk about this later. We still have a year to figure this out." She reminded not only me, but herself, also. "Max, I can't just keep living while knowing this. In the middle of the day, I may just start freaking out."

"Don't worry. Iggy offered an extra room for us for a week, you won't have to go anywhere until your comfortable." I chided. I picked her up and walked her down to my Volkswagen Passat. We drived down to Iggy's house in complete silence.

"Wait, Max, what will we have to wear and stuff?" Nudge asked out of the blue.

"Ever since you turned eleven and a half, I kept a bag of supplies in my car just incase something happened."

"Thanks," Nudge said, "for always having my back."

I wish that it can stay like that.

Okay, so yes, this may make you mad, like being like, "Hey, you're moving with the plot too fast!"

Actually, Nudge was supposed to be aware from the beginning, but I wanted her to be a little oblivious.

Song of the Day:

I got a lot to say to you
Yeah, I got a lot to say
I noticed your eyes are always glued to me
Keeping them here
And it makes no sense at all

They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
You little spies
They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
You little spies

What is your favorite video game? (Mine is Happy Wheels :P)~ If you were a spy and you had two choices, whether to kill Fang, or whether to kill yourself, which would you choose?~ What is your fav book besides MR?

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~Maximum Reading