Hey guys! XP I would just like to say something. I'm sorry that my chapters are on the shorter side, there normally like 900-1000 words. But I want you to know i really do try to make them long so... Yea! XD Anyways heres the next chapter.

~Max POV~

"What happened last night?" I asked. Trying and failing to raise an eyebrow. Seriously, how do you people do that?

Fang bit his lip and his eyes sparked with amusement. He put his hand over his mouth to drown out a chuckle. I'm almost positive he didn't realize it but his cheeks turned a rosy pink. God, that looked so cute... Wait what?! You know what? Never mind.

"You got drunk," I kinda knew that. "You threw a temper tantrum in Sam's yard when I tried to take you home," Did NOT know that. "And you said I have pretty eyes," *Insert mental face palm.* " And you... smacked my butt." I couldn't help it, I busted out laughing uncontrollably. I saw Fang's jaw muscles clench. "I'm sorry Fangles, did I make you made.

He fell backwards onto his dark leather couch, his arms draped across the back. But not before mumbling a 'no'.

I finished laughing and crossed my arms over my chest, being serious again. "Anything else I should know about?" Fang shook his head, his usual emotionless mask covering his face. "You're sure?" I asked again. Fang's face went from emotionless to annoyed. "Yes I'm sure." He rolled his eyes. "Why are you still here anyways?" I felt my heart brake a little at his words.

"I'm leaving now, I just wanted to be sure that I didn't do anything stupid." I stated with an exasperated huff. I turned on my heel and walked out the door and started walking to my house. I got dizzy and light headed from the thoughts running through my head 100 miles a minute.

'Why hadn't he told me about the kiss? That was the only part about last night that I remembered. Did it mean nothing to him? He seemed passionate about it though. It wasn't like the kisses he and his girlfriend of the week exchange. Is he keeping it as blackmail? Fang may hate me, yea, but I don't think he'd blackmail me or anybody for that matter. But mainly, what was that feeling?'

I sighed,pushing the thoughts out of my head and running my hand through my bangs. My feet made quiet thumping noises as they hit the hard pavement. With each step I got closer and closer to hell. I carefully walked up the stairs onto the porch. I hesitated, my hand hovering over the door knob. I took a deep breath and opened the door. The second I closed it behind me a glass bottle came rocketing towards me. Even with my quick instincts i had no time to move before the broken glass bottle hit me in the stomach.

Instinctively, my hands went to where the bottle had struck me, warm liquid flowed onto my hands. A demonic cackle erupted from the living room area and not seconds later Jeb came stumbling into view.

(Sorry but these types of parts are not going to be very detailed because I don't feel very comfortable writing them. Sorry for any inconveniences :/ )

Jeb grabbed my face harshly in his hands, forcing me to face him. "This is your fault you know? It was your fault she died! All your fault!" He screamed at me. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. He's right it is my fault. All. My. Fault. He grabbed a fistful of hair and threw me into the living room. I skidded(?) across the hardwood floor and curled into a tight ball, protecting my head and stomach. He punched and kicked me repeatedly in the back until he got bored and stumbled back to his bedroom.

I carefully stood up and made my way upstairs to my bedroom. I slowly and painfully took my shirt off and turned away from my mirror, looking over my shoulder at my black and blue back (Alliteration anybody? XP). I made a face of disgust before breaking down again. How could Dylan even love me? He doesn't even know the real me. I'm worthless, nothing more than a waste of oxygen. Jeb was right, it was my fault. It was all my fault. I buried my face in my hands and let years of bottled up emotions break the container they were held in. Every once of self confidence had left, gone.

Then... I felt a urge that I hadn't had since I met Fang. I stood up, wiping the tears from my face and walked to the bathroom. I crouched down and pulled a tissue box out from under the sink, I moved the tissues aside and pulled out a sharp and shiny metal blade. I looked at the blade and down at my uncovered wrist. Faintly you could see the previous scars. I had stopped when I met Fang... but now... the urge was back. I sat on the edge of the cool tub the blade hovering over my wrist. The tears were back again. I closed my eyes and slide the blade over my wrist four times, one for Jeb. One for me. One for Fang. And one for... Mom.

~Fang POV~

After Max left I hissed out a few choice words, while hitting my head a few times. Im so stupid. I don't mean to sound mean or annoyed. I actually enjoy her company unlike Lissa and her friends. She made me feel whole. I shook the thought out of my head. No. What she did can't be forgotten.

In the middle of my thoughts a searing pain erupted throughout my stomach. Then my face. And the worst was my back. My back felt as though it was being hit with a sledge hammer repeatedly. Then it stopped. I shrugged it off and went to get a drink. Just as I reached out to open the fridge I curled my body around it in pain. It happened four times and stopped. Even though that hurt like hell I smiled. I smiled because I had clues. The person I was looking for had cuts and scars.

OKAY PLEASE READ VERY IMPORTANT!

SO a few chapters back I said Nudge was Fang's adopted sister. Turns out I lied. Please just ignore that. X3

QOTC: Whats your favorite animal?

AOTC: JAGUARS! Obviously XDD

AND YAYYYYY! OVER 1000 WORDS! XD