An all day shopping trip wore a pregnant seventeen-year-old out. I walked in after getting the last of the bags, and I walked into my room. I laid on my bed and just didn't move. Fang brought some bags in there, and put them beside my bed.
"Tired?" I nodded and he sat beside me. He slowly rubbed my arm. "Just remember, I'm always going to be here for you." I nodded and kissed him.
"I know. You tend to keep your promises." He smiled.
"I try." I took a deep breath.
"I love you," I whispered barely audible. He smiled and kissed my forehead.
"I love you more," he shot back before walking out. Grr.
"Are you as tired as I am?" Ella asked lazily as she was walking by my room.
"I don't know but I am exhausted," I muttered. She nodded.
"Me too." I heard Angel scream. I stood up and ran into the living room where I heard the scream come from.
"You little whore!" Micah yelled when I came out. He had a knife by Iggy's neck.
"What are you jealous?" I spat. He narrowed his eyes.
"Shut up! You will listen to me, or he will die, and you'll have to raise your baby alone." I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever." He
took a deep breath.
"Max, walk outside alone. No one follow,
and no one gets hurt."
"Over my dead body," Fang said icily behind him. He sounded so evil. He was invisible right now. Micah looked around the room.
"Who said that?" he asked dumbly. I rolled my eyes.
"The father of my child," I said coldly. He looked at Iggy and slung him away.
"Show yourself Fang!" I heard Fang chuckle darkly.
"Aw. Why? I'm
having so much fun."
"Well, I'm going to have fun
kidnapping Max and erasing her memory so she thinks I'm the daddy
and she's still in love with me. She won't have to pretend to
love you anymore!"
"Shut up!" Fang
shouted becoming visible. His hands were…flaming. We all stared at
him. He jumped on Micah. "You will not touch her!" He looked at
his hands and stared. "Whoa."
"I'm not going to make
him mad anymore," Iggy muttered. I nodded.
"Me either." He stood up and kicked Micah in the ribs. We all heard them break. Even Mom and Ella.
"Stay away from us all you stupid bastard!" he screamed as he kicked him in the nuts. "Or would you rather me call you oh hated creator!" His hands were still flaming. Otherwise he would have probably punched him. Micah shoved himself off of the floor.
"You're wasting your time. You can't hurt me for too long." I rolled my eyes. Fang snarled.
"You want to bet?" He tackled him, burning Micah's arms.
"Oh my God! That's hot!" The fire on Fang's hands was now a light blue, turning white. Fang grinned evilly.
"Really? Well this is going to really burn!" We all stared at him. Whoa. I had never seen this side of Fang. He put his hands around his neck, and started squeezing.
"Oh my God!" Micah yelled. Fang put his hands on Micah's chest and pushed himself up. Micah screamed, and you could literally see his ribs sink in. Fang stood up, and Micah's eyes fluttered shut. He had stopped breathing. Fang looked at him and then blinked.
"Is he dead?" Mom asked, clearly stunned. Iggy knelt beside him and checked for a pulse.
"Yep. He is. Dead as a door nail." Fang blinked.
"I…killed him?" I nodded and hugged him.
"I'm not married anymore!" I squealed. "You killed the person who created us! You killed him!" He grinned.
"You're happy?" I nodded and he smiled. "That's all that matters." Mom just stared at the lifeless body on the floor.
"What now?"
Sorry it's so short. This will be the last one posted on Maximum Richards? I have a short series coming out. I've actually written it all. I just have to post it. It's called Four Years Ago