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Chapter 4 – Help Wanted

Fang POV

Max. that's all I could think as I climbed into my bed. Why you ask. How would I know. All I know is that she is amazing, sweet and I have a weird thing about protecting her. That's why tomorrow afternoon after school, I will walk her home and make sure she is okay.

I don't know why but for the hours I was with Max I forgot about my mum. She's going to die. I know she is. It's sad, it really is. I know that I'll be able to look after every one, its just who's going to look after me? If mum goes what will happen to me? I'm not tiring to be selfish or anything. But I won't be able to do my best looking after Angel and dad if I can't even look after my self.

I got into the bed, which sits next to the window of my room, and stare at the twinkling stars. They seemed to be watching me. Teasing me that I can't be up there with them high above the surface, free from the problems which constantly haunt the world. What I would give to fly up there with them, to feel the wind rushing past, carrying me forward at speeds unachievable from normal people or cars travelling upon traffic filled roads.

Max POV

I went to bed that night thinking about him. He seemed so perfect. Able to touch the stars if he wanted. I don't know why I told him all things I did, I just couldn't help it. The green sheets of my bed shifted slightly as I lay down. Dam sheets. I was going to shift them back but I was so tired from my fight today that I fell asleep as my head hit the pillow.

Most people think sleep is an a escape and it is for them. But not for me. In fact the truth haunts me more in my sleep than in really life, because when your awake you can always forget by doing something else or switching topics, but when your asleep you don't decide what you think you just... think.

So that's why I woke up at 2:00am unable to breath, sweat covering my face. I knew I had been screaming because in the dream I had been screaming as well. I didn't need to crawl up in a ball and cry, I didn't need to hug someone and tell them it was horrible. I needed a release from my head.

I bolt from my bed to the bathroom. I need to find it! Where is it. I thought desperately. I could still see his face. It was forever imprinted in my mind but I need to forget right now! NOW! I found my pocket knife in my jacket I was wearing earlier in the evening.

I raced to the porcine basin and looked at my self in the mirror. My hair was lank with sweat, eyes blood shot and scared. I looked back at my hair it was his colour, his exact shade blond. I looked at the knife in my hand placed it on my skin and genitally brought it across my skin. I watched the red seep out fast. I shivered. It hurt but it didn't get rid of his face in my head. I put the knife back in the same spot and dug deeper, bringing even me blood. Still his face taunted me. One last time I dug deep down into the flesh of my bloody wrist. The crimson blood covered my white pyjama shirt.

I was breathing heavy so focused on the pain and blood I forgot his face for a moment. I bandaged my arm, I could still see the red blood soaking the bandage. I pressed down hard on it to constrict the flow of scarlet. It will be hours till the bleeding stops completely and even then if it is bumped even slightly it will split and bleed once more.

I didn't sleep. I couldn't sleep. To afraid that if I let my guard down for one second he would creep back into my mind. His bloody, innocent, dead face.

The next day I when I dressed for school I wore a black jacket over my bandage on my fore arm. No one would notice unless I was to take of the jacket. And no one did. People asked if I was okay as my face looked sad and broken, but I said I was fine and just tired. The school nurse took a look at my nose and asked me what happened. But I lied.

"Oh my goodness! What did you do!" She asked confused and scared.

"My friend hit me in the face with a base ball bat accidentally." She looked at me sadly. She didn't even guess about my ribs, as I stood strong not even paying notice to the shooting pains that ripped through my admen if I moved to quickly or turned funny.

When Mr Barker told me to do work, I didn't give him attitude like I would usually. I just complied silently. Making him confused.

Iggy tried to get what was wrong out of me, but I just lied again. Years of experience shining through brightly on that Gray day.

I began to walk towards the path after school, when I voice behind me said "Hey."

I turned around to look at a grinning Fang. "Hey." I said smiling weakly.

His face fell, "What happened?"

"Nothing." I said trying to keep walking. But he could tell I was lying. First person ever to call my bluff.

"It's not nothing." He began walking away from the school with me at his side.

Walked in silence until we were about half way when he stopped in the middle of the path and shook his head, making more black hair fall in front of his eyes, and spoke. "I still don't understand why you won't tell me."

"Tell you what?" I said innocently.

He looked at me seriously, "What happened to make you so depressed."

"I don't know what your talking about."

I kept walking, to stop me, he grabbed my fore arm, and I winced. Whoops. His eyes widened. "Oh my god! Max!"

"It's nothing." I shrugged him off.

"It is obviously not nothing. Tell me what happened."

"Why should I?" I yelled at him.

I took of running down the street and I knew he was running after me. But I didn't care I just needed to run. Get away. He wasn't going to care what happened to me after this so I just kept running away from him. Better now, than later, I thought to myself.

I reached the house and fumbled to open the door. He caught up with me just as I was entering the door. I tried to close it on him but he stuck his booted foot in the door, stopping it from closing.

"No, Fang stop." I whined. "Please."

"No Max. I am not leaving. I want to help you. Let me help you." He stated. I was shocked.

"You want to help me." My voice wavered.

"Of course I do."

"You shouldn't. I am just I stupid messed up little girl." I said on the verge of tears and I never cry. And I mean NEVER.

"Your not stupid. And I want to help you because I need to." He sounded sheepish. "I feel really protective of you. And I don't know why."

I let the door opened. Why he cares, I don't know. But that doesn't matter. All that matters is he dose.

"Please tell me what happened." I looked at his perfect face, his eyes kind, before my own eyes filled with tears. He closed the door with a click.

"When I was at the school I had a brother. Half brother to Jeb. I loved him with everything I had. And he loved me. Trusted me. He shouldn't have though. I told him that everything was fine, when it wasn't." I took a deep shuddering breath. "They killed him, right in front of me, I was unable to do anything but look into his little scared face, all covered in blood and he screaming." I couldn't take talking about it any more. I could once again see his little face, once again hear his screams. I clamped my hands over my ears. And ran into the down stairs bathroom ripping off my jacket as I ran.

I reached the basin and pulled out the knife. I didn't care that Fang was just out side the door. I needed to do this. I didn't know of any other way to control the hurt. I brought it down on the skin above my bandage and burns from yesterdays cooking experience and cut once. Twice. But before I could do the third Fang managed to undo the lock and rush in to grab my hand, making me drop the knife.

"Fang." I said so over whelmed I couldn't even be bothered to get mad at him.

He clamped his hand over my bleeding arm. "Shh, shh." was the only thing he said as he looked into my eyes. He could tell this wasn't the moment to go off at me. "Come here baby." And with that I was pulled into his arms. His kindness made me break down into tears.

By the time I stopped crying into him, his shirt was soaked from my tears. And both off us were stained by the blood still leaking scarlet from my cut arm.

He still held me as he spoke, "Go to your room and get changed then come back out so I can dress your arm." I tried to pull back at this but he still held me, "You will be fine, I promise."

His eyes dark and slightly twinkling, as he looked into my own chocolate ones. And I believed him. I believed that I would be fine, as long as he was with me.

When I came back after getting changed I heard him hang up his black phone and put it back in his pocket.

"Just called mum, staying here with you tonight." He wasn't asking, he was telling. My heart fluttered. "I called for pizza. I'm paying. Don't argue. And your not going to school tomorrow, your staying here with me. And, depending on what I say, you could be staying home with me for the rest of this week." I looked at him with grateful eyes.

I laughed weakly, he looked confused, "That was the longest statement I have ever heard you say." I laughed again and he grinned slightly.

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