Yes, I know. I'm a jerk for not updating quickly...In my defense, I have a lot going on right now, like...school, and...reading...*Sighs* Sorry, guys.
Also, I don't know what's with the weird writing format on here. If i find away to make it more...read able, I'll fix it.
Thank you for the wonderful reveiws! I love you guys *In a non-creepy way*

Max's POV

"I swear, the waitress sneezed into my soda. I don't remember it being to thick before, and I heard a sneeze just before she gave us your drinks!" I said to Fang. We just got back from our date. It was the funnest time I've had in a long time. Even though he said a maximum of 20 words today, he still made me laugh. But now it was 9:00pm, which was longer then I said I'll be gone. I didn't want to find out what was comming for me.
"That's disgusting." Fang said simply with a small smirk.
"That's what I thought." I replided.
We were infront of my house now. I was disapointed to see that the lights were still one...meaning Robert was home and probably p*ssed.
"See you again?" Fang asked me, giving me a small smile.
"Sure, Tarzan."
He smirked, and kissed me on the cheek. I blushed and it felt like I swallowed a couple of butterflies.
"See you tomorrow," He smiled. I nodded, and he lefted.
I relucently started walking up the front steps. I decided that it's only going to get harder to go in if I waited too long, so I sucked in a breath and opened the door...
Needless to say, he was there waiting for me. Once the door was closed, he punches my stomach, shoved me against the wall, and kicked me.
"Come home when you say you will, fat-" then he proceeded with a string of profanities. Although things like this don't affect me, the words hurt. More then I thought they would. They stucked into my brain the the cuts on my skin.
He was tired of me, and went someplace else. I was to destraced by the pain in my stomach to care where.
I slowly stoody up, and limped upstairs into my bedroom.
I sat down infront of my door and leaned back, hearing the posters on the door crackle.
I bit back the tears gathering under my eyes as pain throbbed through out my body.
My thoughts went to Fang. I liked him a lot. I didn't want him to get sucked up in this, but now that we're dating I don't know if I can hide it. Sure, I can hide the scars and bruises, but what if he meets Robert? What if something happens, and he sees the bruises on my face? He still didn't kno about my life; what if he gets supcisous?
The stress, pain, and greif over whelmed me, and my fingers twitches for a sharp blade. I needed something to distract me, something that will take away the pain.
I stood up shakily, and started toward the bathroom. There, I shut the door and sat on the bathtub edge. There was my razor there next to me, for last time I forgot to put it away.
I grabbed it, and pulled up my sleeve. But there wasn't anywhere I could cut; my arm was covered with fresh scars. They stood out red against my pale, sickly-looking skin. It was the same on my other arm.
I got fusterated. I needed to forget. To forget that I possibly got the person I cared so much about in danger.
I remembered that my arms arn't the only thing that could be cut. Since it was quite impossible to roll up skinny jeans, I pulled them down to my knees. I felt a little silly sitting there in my underwear, but since I was the only one there, I felt it didn't matter much. I started to slice the insides of my theighs, slowling forgetting about my problems...

Fang's POV

Fang walked through the door after the date, which was funner then he had oringanly thought.
"Fang? Is that you?" His mother called him from her study when he shut the door.
"Yeah." He called back, hanging his sweat shirt on the hook on the wall.
"Come here!"
Fang did what he was told and walked to his mother's office. The office was small with one window. It had dark wood floors and many bookcases. His mother was sitting at the desk, looking at her computer. There were papers scattered around her, some with scribbles on them, crossing out words or lines.
"I want you to read the third paragraph here, and tell me what you think. And be truthful."
Fan bent over and looked at the screen. The brightness from the computered made his eyes hurt in the dark room. Silently, he read:

Blood red the sky as it loomed over her, shinning light on the black petals of roses. The rain fell, each drop telling a story as it splashed onto her pale skin. Trees of dark blue touched the sky, and pointed as the black stars decorating the air with images of fay. Tranquillity, the only danger heading her way were the shadows of grander creatures. This world of fantasy and wonder, all for only her eyes to behold.

"It's nice." Fang said simply.
"Are you sure? Is ther anything you think needs to be change?" She pressed on.
"What do you think?"
She looked back at her computer, and said "There isn't anything I'd change."
Fang straightened up and started walking towards the door. "That should answer your question, then." The he walked out the door, closing it behind him.
Their black lab, Abby (Abigale, if she's been bad) walkes excited to him, smiling up at him.
He scratched her head as Angel ran in. "Hi, Fang!"
"Hey," He siad glancing up. "You're soaked to the bone."
This was true. Angel came in, her golden curls plastered to her face and her dress hanging limply off her shoulders by think straps.
"I took the dog out. But Abby saw a squiwle, and ran to get it. I got her, dough. She was by Max's houses..." Her face studdenly gone serious. "Max lies, Fang."
"What do you mean?" He asked the four-year-old, confused.
"Max tells lies." she said simply, but sadly. Then her face changed into a happier one. "Where's Mommy?" she asked.
"She's still working. But I know she'll want you to go to bed now." Fang replided as Angel yawned.
"No, I'm not tired."
"You're falling asleep standing up."
"No.." But she still walk towards the staires. Fang followed her to make sure she was going into her room. He walked more slowly then her, due to Abby doing figure eights around his legs as he walked. It was her way for trying to chase her tail...she was a little stupid.
When he got there, she was already dressed in a blue night gowned. The room was dark, the only light was from her fish night light.
She was kneeling at at her bed, her hands folded up and held to her face as she said her prayers. She looked even more angelic.
"...and bless Mommy and Fang and Abby and my bestfriend Kristy and Daddy who is far away and..." she listed all of her teachers, everyone in her pre-school class, all her aunts, uncles, other relitives...Fang wanted to leave, but he wanted to make sure she went to bed afterwards.
"...and bless the mail man, too. He give us our letters.
"and please help my new friend Max...I know she needs you bad."

Sorry, I forgot to warn you about the Religious POV stuff at the end...but it's REALLY hard to not express my religion in someway. I am a proud Christian Pentecostal :))
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