These Scars Aren't Leaving (FAX)

by not your average nerd

Max's parents are divorced, but it's a friendly one. Still, she doesn't really know her mom well. Her boyfriend, Sam, think she's too fat, and Max agrees. When her father and sister die from a truck accident, Max is sent to live with her mother. There she meets her half-sister, Ella, and Ella's group of friends. These friends are different-they don't judge Max, and she belongs.

4. Chapter 3

Okey Dokey Loki, (HAHAHAHA) here's the second part of that chapter.

I just felt it'd be better to separate the chapters, so here you lovely reviewers and people go.

I run my fingers through my hair. It's been about ten minutes, and no one's come for me yet.

I have my luggage behind me, three big suitcases and a small backpack, containing all of my clothes, shoes, books, accessories, pretty much everything from my room besides furniture, which I had to leave behind.

I had said goodbye to Lissa at the hospital, and had promised to Skype her every day and text her often. After that, I had visited Tess and J.J. (they're twins), and pretty much promised the same thing. There were a lot of tears involved, almost none from me.

Honestly, the only person I was sad about leaving was Lissa. J.J. and Tess weren't exactly always there for me, whereas Lissa always was.

Sam was my boyfriend. He isn't anymore, seeing as I broke up with him, excuse being I was moving. I honestly thought he loved me, even with his constant downgrading of my self-esteem.

"Sam, I'm really sorry, but, I, I mean, this might not have worked out anyway, and it definitely won't work out with me in another state." Plus, you're not a very nice boyfriend, I added in my head. I wouldn't say that out loud. He might cut into me with more words…or hit me. It was a new thing for him, but I was too afraid to say anything to anyone.

"You bitch," he spat at me, hand slapping the side of my cheek. "You fat, ugly whore. I bet you hooked up with another guy, huh? Slut." A kick. A hit.

"No, Sam, please, I'm moving. My dad and sister just died, for God's sake, and I just really, really can't do this!"

"Lying now? Max, you know I hate fat, ugly, bitchy liars. And to top it off, a slut too. Get out of my life, you goddamn whore."

I feel tears start to sting my eyes. It's likely they won't be here for a while, so I start looking for a bathroom or something to make sure I'm fine.

I bump into an elderly lady. She doesn't fall, but I do, and she helps me get back up.

"Oh, my." She says. "I am sorry about that." And then she takes a good look at me. "How old are you, dear?" she asks.

Creepy much? "Uh, fifteen," I say anyways.

"Fifteen? You are much too skinny to be fifteen."

"Oh, no, if anything I'm too big," I say, picking up a book that I had dropped.

She gives me a worried look. "Sweetheart, you look fine just the way you are. I don't know who told you otherwise, but if anything, you need meat on your bones. However, you have that natural beauty about you." She winks at me and walks away.

I continue onto the bathroom, wondering what on earth she means.

Another short one, I can only use my sister's computer for an hour, so I think I'm gonna update this one and start a new one or update my other one. Review, reviewers!

P.S. If you got my reference in the beginning for two things in one, you rock!

;)

Lea