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10 MONTHS 25 DAYS UNTIL DEATH
FANG POV
"You son of a bitch!" I tried to drop kick Dylan, but again, he avoided my attack but this time appeared a couple of feet away to my left. "You don't know anything! You don't know me!" I was pissed that this wanna be playboy was talking about things he had no right to talk about.
"True, I may not know you very well, but I can recognize a man's intentions and desires based on their reactions to certain things and words. I also know people like you. And trust me when I say this Fang. Guys like you, always lose to guys like me. And more than anything, I will not let you take this prize from me." He grinned with a smile just a bit too wide for his face. "Chow." He turned around and walked away.
In frustration, I slammed my locker shut. An echoing bang ricocheted off of the hallways. "That little pint nosed, stuck up, motherfucking…" I grumbled insults as I trudged away from the school. By the time I ran out of cuss words (and I know A LOT of cuss words) I looked up at my destination. Somehow, I had wandered up to Max's house. I was about to turn around and walk away when I saw movement in the left base window. Curious, I walked up the porch and rang the doorbell. After a couple of minutes of silence, I began to worry. Something just didn't seem right with the atmosphere. I furiously knocked on the door for a straight minute and I probably would have kept on knocking if Ari hadn't opened the door with a scowl on his adorable little face.
"WHAT DO YOU WAAAAANNNNTTTTT?!" Ari asked with an exaggerated level of annoyance in his voice. Before I could laugh at his silliness, I saw something flicker in his eyes. Was that worry, anxiety? Fear?
"Where's Max?" I asked. Ari's eyes turned glassy and he bit his lip. He seemed to be quarreling with himself on something. The seconds seemed to stretch out into an eternity.
Finally coming to a decision, Ari said, "Get in." He practically pulled me into the house and slammed the door closed.
"What's going on? Where's Ma-" I was cut off when a soft moan sounded behind me. Whirling around, I took in the scene behind me. Max was lying on the coach, blood leaking from her forehead and covering the floor and the coffee table. There was gauze around the wound, but it did nothing to stop the bleeding. In two strides, I was at her side, kneeling over to check her pulse. She was alive, just unconscious. I released a breath that I didn't know I had been holding. "Who did this?" I asked, but Ari just stared blankly at me. "Who did this to her!" It no longer sounded like a question but more like an accusation of some kind. Ari's eyes became the size of flying saucers and he began to hyperventilate. I went over, kneeled in front of him, and looked him in the eyes. "Hey, kid. It's going to be all right. Max will be fine."
"Do you promise?" Ari's voice was weak and scared.
"I swear on my life that I will protect her with my last breath. Okay?"
A moment of pause. "Okay, I believe you."
"Now will you please tell me who did this to Max?" I asked while maintaining a soothing voice.
"I can't." Ari's face suddenly became stony, his eyes secretive and filled with silent, white fury. The same way Max looked when I had called her stupid.
"That's all right, Ari. I can assume that you don't want me to take her to a hospital either?" He shook his head. I sighed in resignation. "Fine. Can I take her to see my mom?" He hesitantly nodded. "Sweet. Just follow me and I will lead the way." I turned back towards Max. As I gently scooped her up into my arms, she moaned.
"Fang." Max moaned again.
"I'm right here, Max."
"You have gentle hands." A single tear fell down her cheek.
"Hush now. Everything will be alright." I whispered into her hair and she shivered. With growing concern, we walked out of Max's house and into the open air.
2 HOURS LATER
MAX POV
"So you're telling me that you fell down a flight of stairs, hitting you head repeatedly on the edges, slammed your head down on the coffee table 10 feet away, then collapsed on the floor?" If Mrs. Martinez's eyebrows were any higher, they would be on the ceiling.
"Yup." I said.
"I don't believe you."
"I didn't think you would."
"So what really happened, Max? Tell me the real story this time." Mrs. Martinez leaned forward and placed her elbows on her knees.
"I told you. What with me being a klutz, my feet decided that it would be a marvelous idea to take a one way trip down the stairs and my head wanted to give the coffee table a big ole' kiss."
Mrs. Martinez took off her physician glasses and looked at me with exasperation. "Max, all I want to do is help you. But in order for me to do that, you have to let me." I kept my chin up and just stared at her blankly. She sighed. "Fine. I have to run real quick to the clinic to get some supplies to better fix that wound of yours. I should be back in an hour or two. For now, DO NOT go to sleep." Mrs. Martinez packed up her supplies, and left.
I hate lying to people. Whenever I do, it makes me feel extremely guilty. Especially if I had to lie to someone who was nothing but kind to me and Ari. But I had no other choice. It's not like I could go up and say, "Oh, hey. How's life? Btw I've been lying to you guys for years now. My father's always drunk and he enjoys abusing me and Ari in his free time, leaving me to be the only one who can raise him. How 'bout that Sox game last night?" And I know what you're thinking. Why not? Why are you protecting Jeb after all he's done to you? First of all, I'm NOT protecting Jeb. I hope that bastard rots in hell. But what I don't want is this: if I were to tell the police about Jeb, they would come and arrest him. After that, they would put Ari and me in foster care. Ari would get adopted by some rich family who won't even so much as look at him, rather than give them to their maids, I'll be tossed out foster home after foster home until I turn 18, and the likely hood of either of us seeing each other ever again were about 0.000000001. And I NEED to see Ari. I can't live without him. Other people think that he's the one depending on me when it really is the other way around. Ari keeps my heart strong, which keeps my muscles and my endurance strong, which essentially keeps me strong. A life without Ari isn't a life worth living.
The door creaked open, and Fang popped his head in, immediately pulling me away from my thoughts.
"Hey, can I come in?" He asked, surprisingly formal. The Fang I knew would've just barged right in and plopped onto the bed.
"Of course." I smiled at him.
He came in and sat on the chair parallel to my bed.
"So…" I said to fill the awkward silence.
"So…" He said in reply.
"Please don't."
"What?"
"Please don't ask what happened to me. I've already told your mom." I didn't want to have to lie to anymore people. It took to much energy out of me.
"I wasn't going to-"
"Liar, I can see your gears working. Plus you were already forming the words."
Fang just stared at me. Inside I cringed at my words. "You're calling me a liar? You can't actually think that I'll believe that you fell down a flight of fucking stairs! All I want is to know is the truth so that I can protect you!"
"I don't NEED protecting! I can protect myself and-"
"NO YOU CAN'T! YOU NEARLY DIED TODAY, MAX!" The house was filled with silence. Fang blinked in surprise at the volume of his own voice. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"
"Whatever. You proved your point. Leave me alone." I hated how my voice sounded so broken and weak when I really wanted to scream and yell at him for being such a dickhead. But right now, I was too tired.
Fang sighed. "Fine. At least I know you think I have gentle hands." He begrudgingly got up. I turned scarlet. Fang smirked and slipped out the door.
"GET BACK HERE, ASSHOLE!" I hurled my pillow at the door and it made a loud thump.
"Max, such language is not tolerated in this household." Fang tisked at me as he lean half his body in through the doorway.
"FUCK YOU!" I threw another pillow and he barely ducked out of the way.
"And such violence! I'm surprised that Ari hasn't gone on his first homicidal killing spree yet." Fang shook his head in dismay.
"Shut up, Walker. Ari is perfectly fine."
"For now. Just wait until the future. He'll be a psychotic, evil mastermind. I'm telling you. He's already tearing off butterfly wings and burning ants with magnifying glasses." Fang had now reseated himself on the chair.
"Oh, and you're an angel how exactly? I once saw you sucker punch a kid twice your size just cuz he looked at you funny." Fang chuckled.
"That just means that I've got guts."
"Or it means that you're just plain stupid." This time Fang laughed. I don't know how to describe Fang's laugh. It deep yet soft and tender. Almost tangible, as if it is just out of reach. It makes me feel safe and enveloped in blissful peace. It is by far my favorite sound in the world.
We talked about memories, about school, about basically nothing really. All we needed was each other's company in order to smile. Which I have to admit is odd considering that we had just screamed in each other's faces a couple of minutes ago. With any other person, I would feel awkward and uncomfortable, but with Fang, I've never felt more at ease. Sometime later, Mrs. Martinez slipped into the room with arms full of medicine and antiseptics. Fang excused himself out and I found myself missing him already. Mrs. Martinez cleaned up the wound, then pronounced it safe to sleep. As soon as she left the room, I fell asleep, dreaming of dancing across oblivion with Fang's beautiful laughter echoing through the air.
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