Max POV
Him. The guy who gave me nightmares for two years, the guy who made me hard to trust guys, the guy who raped me. I put on my mask and got in a fighting stance. He chuckled and I noticed he hasn't changed at all. I'm disgusted to describe him.
"What are you doing here?" I snarled in a menacing voice.
"Don't remember me Maxie-poo?" he cooed. My knuckles turned white.
"Oh I remember a son of a bitch like you," I spat. This was a trap…Reading my thoughts he said the same thing.
"Max I tricked you to come here…Let's just say I want something from you," he said. What else does he want?
"The fuck do you want?" I hissed.
"Now Max I don't think you should treat me like this after I made you mine two years ago," he said. I lunged at him but stopped when he pulled out a gun from the inside of his coat. I stopped, my stomach churned, but I let no emotion show in my face. He laughed, menacingly.
"I've come to…collect, you could say," he said, then I heard a click.
"What more do you want? You got what you wanted and destroyed me…" I lied. I was destroyed for about two years, but I recovered. I went to a psychologist behind my family's back, telling them I was jogging to the park. I went twice a week. I recovered when Fang strolled into my life…Fang…how I wished he was here.
"Didn't seem that way to me when you sang with your brother and friends. Didn't seem that way when you were in another guy's arms and kissing him," he shook with anger.
"Did you even love me?" I asked.
"Of course I did! I fell in love with you when I kissed you for the first time. I wanted to sleep with you, but I knew you would decline. So I came to your house, acting drunk and took your virginity," he said. What?! I'm going to rip him to shreds.
"You didn't take it, because you forced me into it. That means you didn't love me," I hissed, stalling. At least that's what I think…
"I wanted to show you how much you mean to me. Good thing I was wearing a condom," he chuckled.
"Why do you want to kill me?" I asked.
"I want to kill you, because you made a fool of me in front of everyone and gave me this," he said, pulling down the collar of his shirt, exposing an ugly scar.
"It was your fault," I said.
"Whatever. I took what I wanted from you, and I hoped you were destroyed while I was in California. But I came back to see how my girl was, after I heard she was competing in this big band competition. When I heard you won, I was more excited about killing you, since your band would be devastated after your death. I heard you were run over by a car. I thought you were dead, but when I heard you were alive, I practically jumped up and down with joy," he said.
"You know that you're going to get arrested?" I asked him. Didn't think of that huh?
"I don't care…I'll have you dead, which is better than my life in prison. It's called revenge, sweetheart," he said. His finger began to tighten on the trigger. I froze. My mind screamed at me to run but I couldn't. It's like my legs were glued to the pavement.
Just then, when he was about to press the trigger, someone shoved me, and I fell on my rusty rib. I gasped when I heard the gunshot. I turned around and screamed.