Hey guys! I'm bored, my life is dull, and so what did I do about it? I MADE A NEW CHAPPY! FOR YOU GUYS! I really hope that you guys like it and I wanna thank you guys for the reviews and for the views. Just a reminder, plz follow this story, review, and be awesome! And it would REALLY help if someone answered some of my questions about junk. For now on, I might just ask a random question from my insane brain and I would love if u guys would answer it as weird as possible! Question 1: Why do country singers' voices always crack?

Question 2: What is a beta reader?

Question 3: Why am I asking these questions?"

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Disclaimer: I do NOT own Maximum Ride or any of the characters in this story. I do not own a house, a car, or a life. I do own this plot line and this computer, though. So I guess it's a win win!

1 Year before My Death

"Maximum Ride, get your ass down here, NOW!" Jeb's words were slurred so badly that you could hardly tell them apart. Ari and I could hear Jeb lumber up the steps from the closet we were hiding in. When Jeb was sober he was harmless, when he was drunk he was reckless, but it was when he was mad AND drunk that's when the real danger happened. Right now, he was just drunk, but I knew that it wouldn't last.

Jeb slipped on one of the stairs and fell all the way back down on his ass to the bottom. He let out a bellow and charged up the stairs screaming, "MAX!"

Meanwhile, Ari and I scrunched up deeper into the closet and held our breath. Jeb looked around wildly, trying to get a clue of where we were. The closet where we were hiding had been my mom's Junk Closet where she would stash her useless junk that she was too lazy to throw away. We hadn't used it since she died so it was pretty dusty. Whenever Ari and I hid from Jeb in here, we would have to cover our noses so that we wouldn't inhale the dust and sneeze.

Ari coughed silently into his arm and right when he took his sleeve away from his nose, he inhaled the dust. His sneeze was a cute baby sneeze but it still echoed in the dead silence of the closet and hallway. Jeb must have heard it because his footsteps stopped. The floorboards creaked in our direction, indicating that Jeb was turning towards the closet. Jeb began to slowly walk towards the closet door, the floor creaking loudly in the calm before the storm. His footsteps stopped right in front of the closet door. There was a moment that everything was still, but that moment quickly passed.

Jeb yanked the closet door open, revealing our hidden figures. I tackled Jeb as a distraction while Ari ran into our room and locked the door. My tackle had taken Jeb by surprise, but he quickly recovered. He grabbed my hair and pulled me to the top of the staircase, then pushed me down the stairs. I landed on my back, gasping for breath, as Jeb towered over me. He again grabbed my hair as if it were a leash and dragged me to the kitchen where the fridge was open.

"Do you know why I called you?" he slurred as he struggled for balanced. Afraid that my voice might fail me, I just shook my head. "Look at the fridge," he demanded. When I didn't comply right away with his command he yanked my hair back painfully so that I would look at the fridge. "What do you see?" Before I could shrug my shoulders, he said, "You know what I see? NO BEER!" He screamed as he slammed my head into the counter top by the refrigerator. I saw nothing but stars in the shape of Jeb's corrupt face. I was sprawled out onto the floor and as I was starting to regain my bearings, Jeb began to viciously kick me in the stomach. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see. The only thing I COULD do was feel the pain in massive waves rolling all over my body, increasing with every kick.

By the time Jeb was done with his beating, I was curled up in the fetal position with a few broken ribs, a split lip, blood coming out of my ears, and I was pretty sure my foot was at the LEAST sprained. Jeb spit on me and as he climbed up the stairs he yelled, "I'm gonna catch some shut eye. If I don't see you in the morning, make sure you get some more beer when you come home. If you don't, there will be some consequences, young lady. Nighty, nighty."

I stayed on the floor for who knows how long, until Ari crept down the stairs quietly with a First Aid Kit. Once he says me, he rushed down and led me up to our room. There, he wrapped my ribs, made a splint for my ankle, and wrapped my head.

"Ari?" I whispered while he fixed me up.

"Hmm?" He asked as he worked.

"How would you like it if when I turn eighteen in a year, you and me hit the road?" He stopped then and looked at me with big eyes.

"Can we do it?" He asked quietly, pleading with his eyes that it be so. I nod my head and he gave me the first real smile in a long while. He jumped into my arms, making me wince, but I didn't really mind.

"We do it the night of my eighteenth birthday, OK?" Even when he didn't respond, I knew that he was happy. We stopped hugging and lied in my bed, dreaming about what we would do once we were free from this hell hole. If only we knew what would happen on that night….

So, yeah that's my chappy for you guys! I really hope that you enjoyed it and PLEASE, FOR PETE'S SAKE REVIEW AND FOLLOW! But even if you don't, I'll still like you guys for reading my story. And remember, my fellow Fanfictioners, watch the skies.

Doctor Bessy