Hmm...I'm not to satsified with this chapter. Sorry it's short.

Oh, the the underlined words in the first part are song lyrics. It's from Voacloid. I think it's Dark Dancer? Dancer in the Dark? I don't remember. Anyway, it's the english translation, so it doesn't really rhym. Anyway, i hope it makes sense with the story XD
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Max's POV

I've tried to scream, but the gag is muffling my voice...

Why am I here
In this dark, stagnant world?

Can't escape, can't move...

The pain of this irrational wound,

Constantly totures me.

Why can't I just die right here and now?

Keep on carving the concept of loss

Into these emotions that are going numb

Keep on counting all those questions,

To which I've devoted myself through repetition

Fang's POV

Angel was at a sleep over at her friends house, and Fang's mother was away in Maine (for reserch on her book), and Fang got the whole house to himself. He supposed he should be relaxing, but he couldn't shake off a feeling that something was going to happen. And soon.

He heard a faint scream, but it stopped as aruptingly as it started. Fang paused, his muscules tensing. His brain automaticly listed the "logical" possiblities: Maybe it was someone's T.V? A screamo song? Maybe it was Riv being scared by someone; she screams freaking loudly.

Some-what believing it was the last possibility, Fang leaned back into the couch. He allowed himself to keep his mind on the telivision program, eventully forgetting about the scream. Untill a luder, blood curdling scream piced through the air. Fang knew hwo it belonged to.

Without hesitation, he lepted off the couch and out the front door. He ran across the street to Max's house. He heard her scream again, but it ended quickly in a whimper.

He tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. In his panic, he pulled up his leg, and kicked the door knob hard, breaking it off. Ignoring the throbbing in his foot, he shoved the door open.

In the dark light, he saw a man, who was bottoning up a long sleeve shirt. He was hovering over a small figure, who was clutching a random jacket to her and shaking.

A murderous feeling rose from the pit of Fang's stomach as he looked from Max to the man, who was picking up his jacket.

He walked passed Fang with a smirk, and muttered "She's all yours". Fang tried to go after him, but the man was already in his car. Fang ran after him, about to break the car window open and make him regret living. But the man took off down the road, much faster then the speed limit allowed.

This was one of the very veiw times where Fang actually showed his emotions. His eyes were big and showed fury, and his teeth were grinding.

He force himself to calm down as he walked quickly back to the house.

He flicked on the light to show Max, her knees pulled up to her chest, her legs and jacket covering her up.

"G-go, Fang..." she said inbetween her quite sobs. He didn't, though. He took off the throw blanket on chair, and covered her with it. He helped her to her feet, and quickly got her out of the house and into his.

Max's POV

On hand was keeping the blanket around, and the other was clutching Fang's shirt. I..I couldn't get my head wrapped around what happened.

We entered Fang's house, and he closed and locked the door. It did little to my comfort. You can guess how I feel. Voilated, extremely disturbed, angry, depressed...yeah, you get the picture.

I could barely hear what Fang was saying, but he was leading upstairs into the bathroom. He ran the shower, and told me he'll get me a chane of clothes. It felt a little weird, him taking care of me like this. I liked it, but it kind of felt like he was my mother or something...or, I guess father...my father who I'm dating...Okay, forget I said anything.

Fang came back, and set down some dark clothes next to the sink. He told me to come down stairs when I'm done, and left, closing the door behind me.

I eagerly dropped the blanket and got into the shower. My whole body felt like it was bruised, and my fingers twitched for something sharp. Just to get rid of the image of that man...

I peaked my head out from the curtain, but couldn't see anything that would work. I bit my nails down to a nub (gross), so that wouldn't help.

In an act of despiration, I closed my hand into a fist, and bit my knuckled hard enough to draw blood. A metallic taste filled my mouth, and blood dropped ontot he shower floor, running down into the drain with the water.

I brought my hand down to my side, and took the bottle of body jel (I sincerly hope it was Fang's Mom's, because it smelled girly, like lavender). Normal, I would ask permission, but I was despret to get the feeling off of me.

I scrubbed my whole body with my finger tips untill my skin was almost red.

I turned off the hot water, and stepped out, wrapping a fluffy white towel around me. As I dried off, I scrubbed my skin again untill it burned.

I took the clothes off the counter, and saw that it was one of Fang's T-Shirts and basketball shorts.

I dressed (the clothes were suprising very comforable. Why can't chick clothes be like this?), and went down stairs to Fang. He saw me comming down stairs, and got up off the couch, and wrapped his arms around me.

It seemed like everything that was troubling me went away...Yes, cheesy. I know. But I can't help it.

Then, the memories started comming back to me. His face, everything. Studdenly, the emotions I kept trying to bottle up overcame me, and I started to cry into his shirt.

I hope Max didn't seem to "Oh, I was raped? Whatever. No big deal." I tried to make it seem like she was kind of in shock, and was just holding everything in.

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