Chapter 14

Most teenagers my age live for the weekend but for me it's a living hell that comes every five days. I mean I'm not in love with school, I don't even like to learn, but at least at school I don't have to care what anyone thinks or anything. Plus I have Luis at my side all day long.

It feels so weird to think of Fang as my boyfriend. He's so different from my past boyfriend besides the fact that he's not an asshole he doesn't call me 'Babe', which I love because the word 'babe' reminds me of a pig. Yeah, don't ask it's a long story. The only real difference between being his girlfriend and being his best female friend is I get to kiss him whenever I want, which I love to do , and he holds my hand.

Fang is the best guy I could ever dream of. He's the guy I never would have thought existed. He's the guy who can make me feel so safe in his arms, who when we kiss I feel so powerful, who when he smiles at me I melt. I never thought I'd fall in love. I didn't even think I could.

All my life I was taught to believe that love only happens to the lucky people. That no one ever gets a 'happy ever after'. That with so much bad in the world their couldn't be a God up there somewhere. I never thought there'd ever even be a person to even make me think twice about what I believe, but Fang he changed my whole look on the world.

Anyways today was the horrible, terrible, haunting Saturday. I guess this Saturday wasn't as bad as past. Mostly because the boys were at friend's house and I wasn't surrounded by the very people who made me hold the world on my shoulders, but after so many horrible weekends I can't even be happy on the weekend. I've grown into a habit of creeping around the house as quite as a mouse that I can't help but do the same at a motel all by myself.

My brothers along with I are in serious need of a shopping spree. But I haven't had enough left over money after paying the rent to go shopping. My only choice was to sneak into the house and steal some clothes for the boys. Today would be my only chance to try to sneak out some close I while my parents are busy fighting..

I get up from my bed walking lazily to my bathroom. I brush moose into my tangle of curls. I wash my face and put on some black eye liner and mascara. After I brush my teeth I go out to my backpack. I pull out my last clean pair of dark jeans along with my last lacy white tank top and my already been washed so many times short black leather jacket. I dig to the bottom of my bag for my old pair of converse.

Iggy and Gazzy would need a ride home at two in the afternoon. I had already spoken to Iggy's friend's mother and she said she would drop them off half way at Wal-Mart because she lives far away. I pull out my phone to text Iggy.

Hey Iggy I'm goin' out to get us some close in case of emergency I got my cell okay? Be good(: ~Max

I send the text and get a text back.

Okay Max and Gazzy says 'Hi Max'

P.s. Don't think I don't know where you're going, be careful

I quickly read the text as I get into my care and reply:

Aren't I always? ;)

I throw my phone into my bag starting my car. I check the time, 8:06 AM, they should be up and fighting by now. I start my car letting the engine start up properly. I check my mirrors and drive out of the parking lot. I turn on the radio to my favorite radio station. The song 'Family Portrait' by P!nk plays on my radio. I love that song because it always reminds me of my family and makes me feel that I'm not alone, there are people who feel as I do, people who may even have it worse than me.

I pull into the driveway of my mother to the sound of loud shouts. Going through the back door and sneaking through my window, like I've done so many times before, passes my mind but what better way to say 'Fuck you!' than to go through the front door. An evil smile covers my face, but vanishes because I know I can't walk in with an evil smile.

I throw open the front door. Two pairs of dark irritated and pissed off eyes turn to me, but quickly turn back and shouts get louder. I feel the habit of just shrinking away to my room to hide kick in, but I push it to the back of my mind and remind myself I don't have to be afraid. I don't need them for anything anymore.

I can't even make out the words there shouting over each other but I feel something take over me. It may be the fact I don't have the boys to see my yell or that I have Fang to talk to but my heart tells me it has to be the knowledge that I know I'm not the only one who has to deal with what I do. It's the Greif Group.

"Shut the fuck up already!" I shout at them my jaw clenched hands in fists my stances powerful.

They both look over at me with surprised faces. Both of them open there mouths to shout back but do first.

"I am sick and tired of having to be the fucking parent! Of having to deal with you guys not being able to fucking grow up! I hide in my fucking room with my brothers at my side every night you guys fight! Do you know what I should be doing on a Saturday? I should be out with friends! But what friends do I have? None and it's your fault. You guys make me so scared to even let anyone a fraction of an inch inside" I shout at them with all my might but in Spanish.

With every word I shout I feel a tiny bit of relief on my shoulders like I've finally found the strength to give them a piece of my mind. My words over flow with venom with emotions so strong.

"I am scared shit less that one day I'll end up the you. I live every fucking day wanting hoping that one day I'll have my happy ever after or that maybe that I won't fucking kill myself before I even get a real fucking chance to live my life. I see my brothers and want to give them everything you never did! But you know what we don't fucking need you anymore! We never did." I shout out of breath in Spanish to them.

I shout my death glare at them daring them to say something to fight with me. My mom looks at me but says nothing. My dad's the first to open his mouth. I half expected an apology but I'll get that when panda's rule the world.

"We are your parents and you will not talk to us that way" He says with a bad Spanish accent in English.

"You know what? You're not my fuckin' parents. Real parents ask you how school was, they help you with your homework, they tell you bed time stories, they do the exact opposite of what you guys have done for us since Angel passed away" I say.

Both my parents open there mouths to speak but I beat them.

"I'm done. You lost your daughter Angel a year ago, but you just lost all of us today." I say leaving the house.

No one runs after me as I start the car but no shouts fill my ears either. I drive out of the street as fast as I can not wanting anyone to see the tears that dared to spill from my eyes. I hate bring up my sister in fights. It hurts so much more when I do.