*All rights To Stephanie Meyer and James Patterson
I am So So SOOOOOOO SORRY for everyone who has read my very short first chapter and reviewed, THANK YOU SO MUCH. I am so bad at navigating this site, and am even worse at updating this story. I really want to make a promise saying I will update weekly, but I would be lying. Though I can promise you that I will really really try to at least finish this story and not just abandon it. I'm on winter break now so I will be updating a BUNCH more. Ok lets get back to this story! Thank you :) (Oh also so Emmett will obviously still have his humorous traits, but there's a lot of drama too, so at times he may have to be serious or whatever haha, and with Max I am changing a few of her physical traits but her personality is pretty much the same as in the books)
"Why can't I see her?" I hear in a squealing voice.
"I don't want you to scare her and make her thing we're a family of crazy people"
"Emmett you know I wouldn't do that, I just want to see what she looks like, and like have a short conversation with her"
"Alice when you say short conversation that means at minimum an hour."
"Emmett! Pleaseeeee!"
"Bye Alice" That was the lovely conversation I got to wake up to in this very uncomfortable... Dentist chair? Okay what the hell, why am I in a dentist chair. There are no windows, only a door. So that means one exit, one way out. Wait, last thing I remember Mr. tall, dark, and handsome was carrying me. Ugh my everything hurts, I guess being thrown against tress will do some damage, but I've had worse. Okay good thing is I'm not dead, but I don't know where I am and if I am in danger. What if he knows about the flock! What if he took me here to lure the flock to danger? What if he's another scientist about to experiment on me? Holy shit I need to leave. I try to push myself out of the freaky dentist chair but- "No no no no no. Seriously?" My wrist is strapped down by one of those plastic loop things. And great I'm freaky strong, but apparently not now because that tranquilizer still hasn't worn off. Okay you're smart Max, you've been in worse situations. Haha a lot worse situations. My eyes gaze over a thumbtack on a billboard just to the left of my shoulder, too bad its my freaking left hand that's tied down! Okay Max, stretch your arm out. The tips of my right hand fingers just barely brush over the tip of the thumbtack I lurch myself forward and when I fall back the force pulls out the thumbtack. Got it! I'm amazing. I start jabbing holes in the plastic tie so I can make it weak enough to rip it off my wrist. I make two holes when I hear footsteps. Shit shit shit shit shit. I am able to get out the chair but my left hand is still tied down. At least I'm standing so I can attack with my legs but my left hand is going to be no help. So here I am with a thumbtack as my only defense. The door knob turns. (Cliche horror movie much?) That same guy from the fight walks in with, concerned eyes? It's just an act to get to the flock, I tell myself. I adjust my stance. My eyes harden, and I raise my right hand holding the thumbtack. He grins, it looks like he's trying not to laugh. Why the hell would he laugh at a time like this it's not funny. "Who are you?" I bluntly say. He takes a step forward, and I try to move back but I'm almost against the wall anyways. I appear to have "worried" him. "I promise I wont hurt you, you're safe here" Wow, this guy is a good liar
"Why should I believe you?"
"Because you're safe, and no one has tried to hurt you" Yet, I muttered.
"No, no one in this house will hurt you, I swear." Okay how did he even hear me say that, I'm a good whisperer.
"So you say I'm safe but why the hell is my freaking hand tied down to a freaking dentist chair?" He lightly chuckles.
"My dad's a doctor, it's not a dentist chair. His office got an extra shipment of this chair so he's temporarily storing it here." Okay that rules out psychopath dentist, but there's a possibility of psychopath doctor.
"Speaking of, where exactly is here?"
"A very very small town called Forks" Forks? okay so I'm living in a town named after a utensil people use to eat ramen soup.
"Okay... well I think I should be going, it was nice meeting you and all but I've gotta be somewhere else, that's not here. So if you could just undo my wrist I'll be on my way"
"Well you're still injured, I really think you should stay"
"I've been hurt before, and I can take care of myself"
"Yeah but, erm, your um, your wing got pretty messed up, and I don't think you can reach back to the damaged spot. My mind stopped, I stopped, I had completely forgotten abut the possibility that he might have seen my wings. Just keep it casual.
"Um i- it- it's probably nothing a little bit of rest and chicken noodle soup can't fix up."
"I think it'll take more than that" There was a painfully awkward silence as I saw him trying to figure out what to say. Meanwhile I stood there like a deer in the headlights.
"How did you um get your, um, you know your wings?" No don't start asking questions, that's just weird. Change the subject Max
"I appreciate your concern but my hand's about to fall off, would you mind?"
"Oh! right, um but can you please promise me that you won't run? I just want to talk, that's all"
"Sure no problem buddy." The feeling of freedom waves over me as he oh so easily yanks off the plastic tie.
"Thank you I say through gritted teeth and a forced smile"
"Of course, now lets just sit down an-" I bolted for the door. I got to just about the first step of the staircase when two big arms wrapped around my torso and yanked me back. I suck in a deep breath, youch that hurt. One of my ribs may or may not be broken from the attack last night, and now they hurt even more. My pained expression made his eyes fill with worry. Not doing a good job of hiding your emotions Max. And damn I was almost out of this creepy perfect house. Not kidding every decor item had a modern touch and I don't think there was a speck of dust to be seen. He had me pinned against a wall now by my shoulders, way too easily. I was kicking and thrashing but he wouldn't budge. I lift up my leg and hit him square in the chest. He didn't even stumble back, not even a little bit. Okay he may be big, but I'm strong there's no way that didn't hurt him. My shocked expression seemed to amuse him, but not when I winced as my breathing made my ribs hurt.
"Are you okay? I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you" I just glared, I'm giving him the silent treatment until he lets me go
"Please stop fighting I honestly just want to talk and help you heal up" I relax slightly, but my blue-grey eyes harden. He very cautiously lets go of my shoulders, but still blocks my path of escaping.
"Follow me" I give him a questioning stare, but he proceeds down the stairs. Hey closer to the front door I bet. I start to follow him, but my eyes scan for exits for me to escape out of later. I'm not giving up, just simply waiting for an opportunity of escaping presents itself.