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As I found out when i got home and Jeb was taking the last few chugs of his Fireball Whiskey letting the odor from the single bottle taint every corner of the house like a disease.
"Ari's at a *hick* friends" he slurred he barely got out that sentence how could he walk right now but he answered that when he took a single step towards me and stumbled but leaned on the wall to support him back up to standing position.
"We get the *hick* whole ho *hick* house to ourselves *hick*."
"Why don't we keep it in the basement Jeb?" that way there wouldn't be a mess for Ari to see and I can just stay downstairs when he was done he got a distance look on his face then confused then upset.
"When did you stop calling me dad?" I raised my eyebrows and let my mouth flap open and close in trying but failing to find the right words.
"I .. I .. ummm" then the answers kinda just started pouring out of me and I couldn't stop and think about my answers I .. just answered, like a retard.
"I don't know when did you start hating me and beating me and Whipping me and Putting all blame and resentment from moms death on me LIKE I HAD ANYTHING TO DO WITH HER DEATH! SHE WAS MY MOTHER!" I took in a shaky breath and regretted everything I regretted making eye contact, and talking, and existing.
"She was my mother" I barely whispered and let the tears fall these weren't tears of pain caused by Jeb these were tears for a mother I still mourn and would give anything to see again or hear her sing or just make the house glow with her presence.
I came out of my daydream when I realized steady footsteps were right in front of me he didn't waver once he picked me up off the ground and held me there pure rage unleashed and any compassion he may have held for me drowned by alcohol and their was no getting it back tonight.
He dropped me to the floor just to grab a handful of my hair and drag me to the kitchen I tried to grab items we passed of digging my heals into the carpet to help me pull myself out of his grip but nothing was close enough and soon I felt the kitchen tiles underneath my feet still trying to get a decent grip on the floor.
Releasing me he grabbed random kitchen drawers and threw them at me as I huddled in a ball in the middle of the floor i heard running water but then it was off then more items were being thrown I felt his full weight crushing down on me as he grabbed my arms and held them above my head he pinned my lower body by sitting on my hips he looked down at me glaring.
"You have always been such a disappointment" he said matter of factly then grabbed a pot off the stove and held it above me I wriggled as hard as i could pulling and kicking, biting even but he never loosened his hold I gave one last yank pulling with all my strength he released one hand I clawed at his face digging my nails in his flesh leaving my mark for the world to see.
Abandoning my one hand he still had pinned he grabbed my neck and held me in place holding the boiling pot above my stomach he started slowly pouring in a slow steam I couldn't hold it back screams ripped their way though my throat racing to get out he started moving the pot up my body still with just a slow stream he was reaching to my chest and it looked 3/4ths out by this point the screams were turning to sobs that shook my whole body the stream finally stopped at my neck I felt it trickle down my sides spreading like a wildfire in full flames.
He threw the pot off to the side with such force it slammed against the fridge leaving a dent and clanged to the ground bouncing four time before resting on its side near the trash.
Releasing my neck he stood up and looked pleased bending over he grabbed my hair again but this time he pulled me to my feet but didn't release me.
"Better cool off that burn before it blisters" before I could retort he put his other hand behind my head and plunged me forward into the sink filled to the top with a murky water, my head broke the surface and went ear deep into the ice cold liquid I flailed wildly searching for the sides of the sink to pull me up but I kept slipping when I tried to get a good grip so I switched tactics and tried clawing at the hands holding me down I took hold of one finger and pulled it back until I felt a *snap* and heard a long howl of pain.
None of that mattered though as I took in large mouthfuls of air gasping like I couldn't get enough but my lungs burned almost as bad as my upper body, Jeb was still screaming at his finger trying to fix it but refusing to touch it he picked up the phone and called out he apparently picked up by about the third ring.
"Hey I need you here ... yeah now ... I don't care ... Fine" and he hung up I picked myself up off the floor and tried to start walking to the stairs of the basement assuming I was to disappear
"Where the hell are you goin!" He bellowed I kept walking exhausted from the days events "My room" I whispered my throat hurt from being used I reached the door handle I turned the knob and felt him grab my arm and held it behind me holding me in place and his breath on my neck followed by a sharp pain in my back I looked back and saw a smiling Jeb looking down at a 4 inch blade sticking out of the lower more left side of my back I just looked at him almost sad but accepting and felt him push me slightly forward as black dots took over my vision I didn't even feel the impact of the first stair before everything went black.
Fang POV (finally)
I was trying to talk to Iggy, again, but it still wasn't sinking in.
"For the last time there is no way we haven't thought of to spectacularly save Max just drop it" I said exasperated running my hands through my hair with annoyance.
"You haven't even tried to help her" shouted Iggy
"I already explained I don't hate her I can actually respect the stupid, stubborn little spawn of Satan but that doesn't mean we can help her"
"You could at least leave her alone at school"
"So to show i don't hate her I have to completely give up on ever being liked by anyone ever? No one loves us here Ig but at school I actually have a chance at friends and parties, and acceptance" I finished off the last part as a whisper i don't think he heard it.
"She has no one Fang" Iggy said over his shoulder as he left my eye level and jumped on his top bunk in the room we had to share that signaled the conversation was over.
We lived in a nice home since we were foster kids the government occasionally checked in on us so we had to have so much space per kid and be properly fed thankfully and no visible bruises but it was rare for the visits from the government that or care giver wasn't to worried about getting caught abusing us a time here and there, it wasn't to bad I've lived in worse.
Our caretakers name was Terry and he was a doctor, not a very good one but enough that he kept the job I guess, all of a sudden i heard our door open, how did I not hear him coming.
"Get your shoes on were out the door in two minutes" we nodded in unison knowing he didn't want us to speak unless asked to around him.
We grabbed our shoes and speed walked downstairs to the door where he stood impatiently with his car keys, jumping in the back seat we started driving when I was just about brave enough to ask where we were going he turned down the same road we came yesterday.
"Max" whispered Iggy next to me my foot started tapping a million miles an hour why are we here, there was no plans to be here tonight right?
Parking the car Terry slowly got out of the car taking his time to lock the doors and making sure the car lights turned off then turned towards the front door he knocked only once as we stood right behind him once the door opened I smirked at the battle wound Jeb carried on his face but feared the condition that we would find Max in.
"Come" barked Jeb he walked in the kitchen and it looked like utter chaos like a tornado hit every cupboard and cabinet was open leaving kitchen utensils and knives scattered all around in its path .
Jeb grabbed a bottle of fresh whiskey from the cupboard putting his lips straight to the bottle he inhaled deeply downing a good four mouthfuls then handed it to Terry.
"Want some?" Terry graciously accepted then asked
"So why the call?"
"Can you fix this?" he asked while holding up his hand with the middle finger pointing straight up as the rest were resting downward.
"Damn she did a number on you" he said with a grin
"Yeah lets get it over with its gonna hurt really bad for about three seconds but then a dull throb" Jeb grunted in return he took another swig from his bottle Terry took this opportunity to grab his hand and viciously snap his finger back all in one swift movement.
"Gawfoed" is the sound that came out of Jebs mouth as wasn't done swallowing but by the time he was ready to chew out Terry he was already wrapping his finger in a support he used out of supplies found all over the kitchen there was tape and cardboard pieces, good enough.
"Anything else?" he questioned Jeb gave him a smile "Well if you consider it worth your while I don't suppose you could fix this?" he was talking as walking to the basement door he opened it with a flourish as if proud of what laid in a withered tangled mess at the bottom. She was lying on her back but her hair was sticking to her face in clumps as if wet and as I stared I noticed the most sickening thing of all not only was she not moving or responding, I don't think she was breathing.
I couldn't help it I sprinted down the stairs "Max? MAX! oh God please Max!" I was pleading as I reached her I lifted he head and laid it on my lap but as I laid her head on me I pulled my hand away and saw a residue of blood on my white hands, then saw what I didn't notice at the top of the stairs was the lake of deep red blood we were now both laying in I tried looking for the source of the wound on her and flipped her to her side I saw the knife still deeply embedded in her lower back I ripped off my shirt and put it around the knife but knowing better then to just rip it out I looked back to the top of the stairs
"Why is no one helping? Please help her!HELP!" I was bordering complete mindless hysterical panic but trying to not let it consume me.