sorry it took so long for me to update, my cusions were up. so yea. thanks for all the reveiws guyz, you all rock!
and thanks again for the awesome idea nadine!
Disclaimer: I don't want to say this but . . . I dont own maxium ride. so not fair
Chapter 2: This is why I cried.
Max POV
I was on my way home from school when I received a frantic phone call from my Dad, Jeb.
"Hello?" I asked. Why was he calling me he never calls me. I could hear crying. Wait crying? This was Jeb, right? I mean no one stole his phone or anything and felt bad so rang up some random number crying about it.
"Max. You need to come home now." He said between sobs. Just my luck. It's actually him. Crying. Something's definitely wrong here.
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Max POV
I burst through the front door storming into the kitchen. Jeb was sitting at the table hunched over covering his face and bowling his eyes out.
"Where's Mom?" I asked. Fear was creeping into me now. She was always here when I came home from school. Which is usually, like, now.
"Max. Take a seat. This will be hard to hear." Who the hell was that? I turned to see a policeman in the corner of my kitchen.
I automatically sat down. Hey, I only piss people off when I feel like it. Wait a minute. Why is there a policeman in my kitchen?
"I am sorry to tell you that there has been an accident. A carcrash. Your mother was involved. She didn't survive." WHAT! No way. This can not be happening. No.
"No. Nooooo!" I screamed then ran upstairs and into my room, where I frantically tried to get ahold of Fang. And let me tell you that is very hard to do when you're shaking and breathing like you've just run a marathon.
Which brings me to where we started. With me crying curled up on a ball in the far corner of my bed with my back leaning against the wall. I was still in this position when I drifted off to sleep.
Sadly, it was not a dreamless sleep. It was filled with nightmares about the crash. Possible ways it could have happened, watching it from the sidelines.I woke up several times that night screaming my head off. I don't think Jeb even left the kitchen. How could I be dreaming about something I didn't see, you ask. Well it's a little thing I hate to call imagination. Yea, because it just couldn't let me be miserable in peace.
At one point in the night, when I had given up on sleeping, My phone went off. Okay, so maybe I didn't break it. I slowly got up and went to get it. It was only a txt, no reason to ran for the life of me to get it. The word FANG was flashing on the screen. So the jerk finally decides to check his phone. At 1:30 am? Okay then. If he wants to be up at 1:30 in the morning that's fine with me.
This is what his 1:30 am message read: Sorry i didn't pick up. cell was dead. c u 2morrow.
Jeez, his messages are so much like his real way of speaking. Short 2-3 or sometimes 4 word long sentences. I was just about to get angry at him for not caring, when I remembered that I never actually told him.
Tomorrow was going to be fun. Please note that there was a lot of sarcasm in that last sentence.
