Chapter 2

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I wake up with a very loud and a very unattractive snort. I open my eyes and look around noticing that my upper half it laying off the couch and my bottom half on the couch. I rolled backwards out of the uncomfortable position and land with a thud on the ground.

Ok that hurt. I get up and walk to the kitchen hoping to get a snack for breakfast. I grab an apple out of the fruit basket and decide to eat that. I remember this thing I used to do when I was a kid. I used to twist the stem and say the abc's. Whichever letter it lands on is your 'true love' "haha worth a shot" I twist and sing the abc's " a b c d e f g h I j k l m.." The stem breaks off "Oh I got m. M-mmmm nope I can't think of anyone na- Maxwell!!" I think about it and then laugh "Haha whatever!"

I had just so happened to be starting school on a Thursday so that means today is. What's that? Yeah that's right! FRIDAY!! Hell yeah!!

I get dressed in red skinny jeans and a ptv shirt I apply my makeup eyeliner mascara and simple black lip liner. Not that it mattered what I wore I still look like I was just hit by a bus and then trampled by elephants.

I notice on the counter there is a note.

Dear kat,

I'm terribly sorry but I was called away on 'important' work business and this is one offer that I just couldn't pass up. I will be gone for a week and a half. Unfortunately I can't really tell you where I'm going but I have put money on this credit card taped to the back of this note. please use the money wisely there is enough money for food clothes anything you need. If you run out just give me a ring. I love you!!

~Aunt bonnie

The only reason she couldn't tell me where she was going was because she works with FBI and that's 'classified information' the only thing classified in this house is my ass!

I grab my bag and head for school. as I'm walking I get this eerie feeling that I'm being followed. I don't let it get to me until I feel a hand on my shoulder. Me being the very paranoid person I am scream turn around and punch the person so fast I can't recall who it is. Until I see them clutch their face and blood drips from their nose. I wish the ground would have swallowed me whole right then because the person that was standing in front of me was none other than the black haired beauty himself..

Maxwell..

"Oh my god!!! Maxwell!! I'm so so so sorry!!! I-I didn't know it was you!" I yell afraid of what he will say. "Kat it's okay I'll be fine." he reaches over to lay a hand on my shoulder but I flinch away.
"s-sorry." I mumble not making eye contact once so ever.

Why am I acting this way?! I shouldn't give a fuck about him I shouldn't care if he gets hurt or not!! But oddly it makes me hurt inside when he is hurting. I look at him realising that he was saying something.

If I thought this was all going to get better I was wrong horribly wrong. Maxwell looks at me and worry shoots through all his features. I notice that my breathing has increased and I'm shaking. he grabs my arms to keep me from falling but it hurts. I rip away from him regretting it as I do. The world before me starts spinning. I know what this is. It happened a lot when I was a kid. Panic attacks. I used to get them all the time but that was only when my parents were fighting. Or when my father got unbearably drunk. When he would get drunk he would get angry and for some reason he took his anger out on me. I was only about 13 when he did and he soon stopped but a few weeks before the accident he started again. But the pain he would cause me at this age was far worst than what it was when I was a child. The beatings got a lot worst it didn't take a blind man to notice that he didn't need to be drunk to hit me. it was painful but maybe I deserved it. Maybe I deserved every hit every punch scratch cut. Maybe I-

I didn't get the chance to finish my thoughts. Maxwell was staring at me and yelling my name. But I didn't hear him. I was shaking uncontrollably now and tears threatened to spill from my eyes. I take a deep breath in and let the tears fall freely as my surroundings go black.

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