Haha, you silly lazy people (: almost every person is like 'I love the story, but i'm too lazy to review!' . Haha,well, thanks for reading! Okay,,so this chapter is going to be short, cuz today is my cousinss wedding, and I need to get ready, and yeah. Haha, and all my reviews are on an authors note, which i think is funny. And if you were wondering, Im in a much better mood today(: Okay, so you all wants to know what happens back at the headquarters,(haha, i love that word) So on with the story!

Disclamer: I don't own MR. I wish I did, but I also wish I had a pony...(:

Max's POV( Don't worry, Imma do a Fang one soon)

Me and Iggy headed towords the house.

"So," Iggy started "Ella seems cool,"

"Yeah, she's the best cousin ever," We stopped and I thought for a second,

"You should ask her out,"

"You think?"

"Yeah, she seemed to really like you. Well, get to know her better, and then ask her,"

"You'd really let me?" He asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, but if you hurt her, ever, you'll be dead. do you hear me?"

he gulped and nodded his head. I laughed and gave him a side hug, this guy was good at making me smile. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad here!

we walked into the house, everything was quiet. Alittle too quite, if you ask me. But thats just me. The tv was off, and Fang was no longer sitting at the table.

Well, no duh! He wouldn't just sit there for about, five hours.

Shut up, voice. You annoy me.

Feelings mutual. Imagine having to see whats going on in your head.

Oh, the things I think of, I smirked to myself. After that the voice shut up.

"Yo, Fang! You here?" Iggy called. No response.

"Jake? Caleb?"

Again, no response. And then the gargage door opened. I had my back to it, so I had no clue who came in.

Max! loo-

But it was too late for me to react. I was tackled to the ground by somebody strong, I groaned and rolled over onto my back, only to be looking face to face at Fang.

"Can I help you?" I sneered at him, giving my dirtiest look. He didn't even flinch.

"Where were you?"

"What?"

"Where the hell were you? Me Jake and Caleb just spent our whole afternoon trying to find you."

"Me and Iggy went to the mall! Why the fuck does it matter?"

"Did I say you could go to the mall?"

"You saw us walk out the door! If you didn't want us to go, you could've just said so,"

"I thought he was just showing you around outside! I didn't think you'd be gone for five hours!"

"Why does it matter, Fang?" I spat, pissed off.

"Oh, I don't know, because we kidnapped you? When people are kidnapped and leave, they tend to go to the police."

I didn't say anything. I tried thinking of a way to be released from his hold.

He doesn't have a strong hold on your wrist, punch him

Thanks, Voice, I thought, as I pulled my hand free and Punched him in the nose, again.

"Ow! Thats it you dumb bitch!" he yelled, and punched me right back in the face.

before we knew it, we were wrestling on the floor, yelling insults like,

"YOUR JUST A FUCKING PRICK!"

"WELL, YOUR A STUCK UP WHORE!"

"TAKE THAT BACK!"

"NO, YOU TAKE IT BACK!"

We continued punching and kicking eachother, until he suddenly pulled me up. He grabbed my elbow, and took me down in the basement, He opened the door opposite of the basement doors and shoved me in.

"You're not allowed to leave this room, OR this house without permission."

"What if I have to pee?"

"I'll take you,"

"What if I want to kick your ass?"

"Too bad,"

"What if I die of starvation?"

"I said you can come out with my permission."

"Bastard," I spat through gritted teeth.

He closed the door and locked it, because the lock was on the outside.

"Have fun, dear," He yelled through the door.

So here I was just sitting down here in the room. Thats when I really started thinking...

I was just kidnapped. Will I ever get out of here alive? Will I ever get to keep my promise to Angel? I started panicing, looking around. It was a small room, Enough space for maybe a small bed, This was Hell. worse than anything I've ever been through.

But nobody knew that. Nobody could know I hated it here. I had to keep up my perfect image. They couldn't know. I looked down at my wrist. The scars were still showing. I thanked God that Fang didn't see them. He needed to think I was perfect. I looked around for anything sharp. I spotted a pair of scissors.

Fang didn't need to know. Nobody did. I wasn't perfect, but I sure made it look like it.

Okay, thats all for today! Oh and if you said the word (; then I'll dedicate the nest chapter to you(: okay, gotta go get ready! Bye my lazy reviewers(: