I'm sorry for not updating, but here you go!

There's school and all that, you know! I'm sorry for this chapter, it's a little bit more inappropriate than the rest. I want ten reviews, and I want a few more for If Only I was Normal.

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"Oh God!" I screamed, my hands flying to my face as the monitor continued to beep.

Angel laid on the perfectly clean white sheets, completely motionless, a small, knowing smile lighting her face, showing the emotion that her closed eyes couldn't.

I felt frozen, everything was on mute, as doctors rushed in, some obviously worried, others looked like they wanted to work somewhere else. As they pushed me out of the room, I even saw a doctor trying to hold back the tears.

As I sat in the waiting room, wondering what happened, a small, frail looking nurse entered from the direction Angel was. I jumped up frantically, somehow in front of her in two seconds.

"Do you know what happened to my little sister?" I asked, probably sounding and looking feral. She nodded, eyes wide, and pointed down the hall to the room she had been in when I was pushed away from her. I thanked the woman, (She immediately ran away from me) then ran down the hall, hoping desperately that Angel, my Angel was okay.

"Angel!" I screamed as I pushed the doors open. I strode in, only to reveal doctors working. I looked around, to see one doctor standing alone, the same one I saw that had almost cried when he had entered.

I walked towards him, biting the inside of my cheek with worry. "Excuse me? Sir?" I asked as I got closer. He nodded at me, obviously not knowing or caring who I was.

"That's my little sister over there," I said, and that immediately got his attention. "I want to know what's wrong with her, could you please give me a description?"

He looked at me for a second, judging if I could take what he was about to tell me. As he studied me, I guess he kind of realized that I was a seventeen year old girl, covered in scars and bruises, and soaking wet. In other words, he knew I could stomach this.

"Well, she suffered blunt force trauma, so we immediately worked on making sure she didn't slip into a coma. Now, she has some internal bleeding we missed, so they're working on stopping that. But we think that she will live. She's very lucky, she was dead for exactly fifty seven seconds," He said, smiling slightly at me as if that would help me.

Fifty seven seconds... My little sister, my only reason for living, my ball of sunshine, my angel, was dead for fifty seven seconds. And a lot can happen in fifty seven seconds. Believe me, some of my biggest scars have been inflicted in less than thirty seconds.

He nodded at me and left, probably to go cry. Hasn't he seen worse than this? Worse than a little girl, completely covered in scars? Actually, I hope that nobody has the same fate as Angel. Nobody really deserves that.

Another doctor approached me a few moments later.

"Maximum?" He asked me, flipping through a few papers on a clipboard. I nodded in confirmation.

"Your sister, she'll be okay. I suggest that she has no physical activity for at least six weeks, at least when she gets out of the hospital, she'll be here for a while."

Again, I nodded. He left after that, muttering something about how he didn't understand how a ten year old girl could get into that much trouble.

Six weeks. Considering I'm abused by my parents, I cannot keep Angel away from being slammed in the head, much less any physical activity. I think it may be time to seriously consider moving out of the hellhole. I'm going to be turning eighteen in exactly one week, so I think I can get our few belongings packed up by then. The real hard part is finding an apartment, and then paying for it. You see, I am completely and absolutely broke. I have not even a penny to my name. When you're abused, money isn't really what you need.

As I was considering options, a deep, husky voice whispered something in my ear.

"Max," Was all I heard as a mouth nuzzled into my neck. I turned soundlessly, wondering who would make such a bold move.

Apparently the answer to that question is Dylan. Yes, you read that correctly, the boy who bullies me is kissing my neck.

I shoved him off, ignoring his protest.

"Max, come on, someone hot like you needs a man like me," He said in what I think was supposed to be a sexy voice. For some reason, I found myself comparing it to Fang's soft, deep, almost gentle voice. I shuddered at the difference.

"No thanks," I said coldly, shoving him off.

"I don't think you heard me," He said, suddenly angry enough to push me against the wall. "I want you," He whispered.

"I don't think you heard me," I replied, shoving him again. "No!"

With that I attempted to walk away, only to be caught by the shoulder and pulled into a janitor's closet.

As he dragged me, one thought was running through my mind: He's going to rape me.

Yes, I'm sure of this. The way he moved, the look in his eyes, even the way he breathed, it showed his intentions. I got out one good scream before he pulled me in to my awaiting fate.

MAXIMUM RIDE

FANG POV

I was sitting outside of the hospital, pondering the thought of going in to talk to Max, or wait outside to confront her about the rain and the bruises.

I kept denying the thought of abuse, but the sensible part of my brain said, "Come on man, face the facts." At last I realized that I had to at least consider abuse being the cause of those wounds.

I waited for a few more minutes, trying to convince myself that Max would be fine alone in the hospital. Then I realized that she would want a shoulder to lean on, her ten year old sister DID get a concussion.

So I politely asked the woman at the desk about a little blonde haired, blue eyed girl with a concussion. She looked at me for a second, wondering if I could be trusted, then pointed me to an elevator, telling me third floor, room forty-four.

As I made my way to the third floor, I heard an ear-shattering scream. I looked around wildly, as did the rest of the people in the hall. As they dismissed it as a patient in extreme pain, I immediately linked the voice to one person.

Max.

I raced through the hall, and I heard a muffled scream a moment later. I looked around as I heard a scuffling, then a low chuckle.

"Come on Max, be a good girl- Ow!" Came a voice from the closet to my left. I knew who's voice that was.

Dylan.

You see, even though Dylan is part of the mean popular group, he has this weird infatuation for Max, she's the one girl that's untouchable. Over the years he's obsessed over her, pondering different ideas on how to get to her. A flower here, a note there, that's usually all it takes. Not with Max.

I remember the flower incident as if it were yesterday.

"Fang! Yo, Fang!" Dylan said excitedly as he ran over to me. "I just bought a flower for Max and put it in her locker!"

I shook my head with amusement. His plans usually bombed, if he didn't ruin them himself.

We hid behind a large group of gossiping girls as Max opened her locker. The flower tumbled out, and Dylan smirked. This was like a hawk going in for the kill.

To my amusement and Dylan's devastation, she dropped the flower carelessly. Dylan's devious face turned into one of failure.

Then she picked up the fallen rose, and walked out of school, causing Dylan's smile to return. We followed her, and followed her for a while until she reached a small house.

A young girl ran out, maybe eight years old and hugged Max tightly around the waist. Max hugged her back, showing the most affection I've ever seen from her, then took the rose out from behind her back.

"Here, I found this rose for you," Max said quietly, causing the girl's eyes to light up.

She snatched the flower away, inhaling the smell of the delicate petals. "I love it Maxie," She said, hugging her again.

Dylan walked away in defeat. He looked at me one last time.

"Man, this girl is impossible."

That was two years ago. Dylan's obsession hasn't gone away, and it's starting to scare the crap out of me, now that I may have certain feelings for Max.

I pushed the janitor door open, not caring what was going on inside. What I immediately heard was, "Dylan, stop!" From Max.

Dylan shook his head. There was no amount of struggling that could get Max out of the two hundred pound teenager's bear hug.

Just as she was about to give up, I said, "I think she said no."

Max looked up, only wearing a tank top and her jeans, then ran to me, burying her head in my chest. I was surprised by the gesture but returned it anyways.

Dylan scoffed and pushed past me, but not before looking Max straight in the eyes and saying, "I'll get you, and I'll get you soon."

She shuddered after he left, hugging me tighter. I winced as her sharp elbows pressed into my sides. This girl has no meat on her.

"Thank you," She whispered, kissing me on the cheek before releasing the death grip she had on me.

I stayed still for a moment, then followed her out into the hall.

For some reason, she walked straight past room forty-four, straight to the back staircase, where she walked down one flight then slipped into a small cranny under the stairs.

I followed, knowing that she wanted me to.

"Thank you," She murmured again.

"You're welcome," I responded in my usual quiet tone.

"Max, why did you walk straight past Angel's room?" I asked. I didn't want to sound rude, but I needed my questions answered.

"They won't let me see her, she needs rest," Max explained. Then she sighed as if the next part was going to be difficult.

"Fang, I know you probably won't be able to answer this question, but do you know anybody that could get me a job? Or a cheap apartment?" She asked slowly, as if embarrassed.

"I don't think so," I responded. "Why?"

"I'm looking to move out, but I don't have the money," She answered, looking down. I patted her back awkwardly.

"You don't have to look for an apartment, you can stay with me," I said, a rare smile lighting my face. "My parents are barely home and they wouldn't mind anyways!"

She smiled for a second, then that smile fell. "Are you sure? I don't want to be any trouble."

I nodded with enthusiasm. "Definitely."

Her smile reappeared. "Thank you so much!" Then her lips were on my cheek.

She pulled back quickly, holding her mouth, and I smiled.

"Angel won't be a problem, right?" She asked, then added, "If she is, I won't stay with you."

"She won't be a problem, it's fine, I have a big house," I reassured her. She nodded.

A few moments passed, then her mask slipped back into place.

"Thanks, I have to go check on Angel now," She said, then got up and left, just like that.

And I sat there like an idiot, holding the place where she had kissed my cheek.

MAXIMUM RIDE

MAX POV

He was really going to let me stay with him! Angel too! In a moment of pure jubilation, I leaned in and kissed his cheek.

Realizing my mistake, I sat back and covered my mouth.

I let my mask come back on.

Boys are all the same, I mean, one just tried to rape me! I made up some excuse to get away, then slipped upstairs. I sat in the chair next to Angel's bed, humming softly.

As I laid my head back to get some much needed sleep, my last thoughts were of the one and only Fang.