Canon

The Last Note

I was tied to a metal pole and Max seemed to be having the time of his life slapping me and ranting about how I became the bane of his existence. Touchy.

At the last slap, I tasted blood in my mouth and my head was now throbbing like mad.

"...if only you weren't born!" He screamed.

"Um, excuse me," I screamed back, despite the pain in my cheeks, "BUT WAS IT MY CHOICE TO BE THE EGG CELL OF MY MOM THE EXACT TIME WHEN I WAS THE SPERM CELL OF MY DAD?!"

He stared at me with flame-hot eyes and I thought I was going to melt then and there, but he suddenly calmed down.

"You are just like your mother, Jazz," Max cooed, "Strong-headed and tough. Admirable, really,"

He sat down and crossed his legs.

"Tell me Jazz. Can you imagine your life with me as a father?" He asked coolly.

"Are you, like, joking or something?" I asked. "BECAUSE THERE IS NO WAY I CAN IMAGINE THAT! I'D RATHER HAVE A HOMELESS GUY AS MY DAD THAN TO HAVE YOU, MAXIMILLIAN!"

He stood up so suddenly and slapped me in the left cheek. 

"Respect, child," Max growled. "How about I return you to a lifeless dad instead?"

It took me a while before I realized he was going to kill my dad. My father.

"NO!" I thrashed in my spot. "Dont'! Don't you dare touch him! Please!"

"Or maybe your filthy mom," He waited. More screaming from me. "Or maybe that blonde girl with the chocolate eyes," More screaming. "Or maybe that boy who defended her. Or the pale little girl. Or that red-headed girl. Or the red-headed girl's boyfriend. How about the pale-girl's boyfriend? Or what about that thickheaded guy?"

As Max listed them all, I pleaded and screamed and thrashed and kicked. But when he said, "How about your boyfriend?"

I stopped pleading, screaming, thrashing and kicking. I stared at him, mouth wide open and despite the pain my body was feeling I yanked the chains really hard and I fell to the cement floor.

I landed on my knees, but I was too weak to stand up. I crawled to his feet and touched his leather shoes.

"Please, any one but him. Take me instead. You hate me right? Please kill me. Leave Adrian alone," I said softly, like all my anger evaporated.

"And why should I do that?" He asked cruelly.

"Because I love him." It was the only reason I could think about.

He laughed harshly, punched me hard in the head and kicked me in the stomach. I didn't even have the strength to shout for help or scream in pain.

I just lay there, gasping with blood trickling down ym chin, my hand clutched into a fist in my stomach.

Memories of Adrian and the times we had together flashed before my eyes. I suddenly felt calm, like all pain disappeared.

I closed my eyes, and thought This is it. I love you, Adrian.

And my eyes suddenly flew open. If Adrian was in my place, he wouldn't let himself die.

He wouldn't leave me alone. He'd live for me. And I must do the same.

I forced myself up into a sitting position, and launched myself into Max.

"What the-?!" Max tugged and pulled at me. "Let go of me, you insolent fool!"

I tightened my grip on him. We arrived outside the room, and I finally fell down.

"Why you little-!" Max was about to kick me when Adrian screamed.