"Okay, believe what you want," Mike snarled. He looked at the mirror and spoke, "I'm done." The door opened and him and Vic were removed from the room I was partially scared at the fact that they could possible continue this, and then I was partially feeling pathetic.

After I sat in silence by myself for a few minutes, the door opened and my brother came in. I sat up a little and he looked at me. "I won't be in here long, but you need to listen. Don't believe anything they tell you. They are just feeding you lies."

"Tell me something I don't know Max." He rolled his eyes at me and then was once again taken out of the room. After he was out, the door remained open and the officer asked me to follow him. I obliged and followed him out of the door.

I was brought back to the front waiting room and I sat down on one of the dingy cushioned seats. I felt uncomfortable having all of these police officers just stare at me.

I just wanted to go home and lock myself in my room and smoke out the window. I don't want to deal with this. I don't want to go to school. I don't want to have to face my parents. All I want is for my and Max to be safe. No matter how much he says we are, I have that voice in the back of my head that says we aren't and it won't go away. My parents are more than likely going to slaughter us over this whole thing. But in reality if they paid attention to their children that are having real problems, all of this may not have happened.

I tried to drain out everything else, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I kept asking myself 'whats if's' in my head.

I sat there for a good ten minutes before I heard a few pairs of sneaker clad feet make their way into the waiting room. I picked my head up and my eyes immediately locked with Max's. I didn't even notice the man and the woman standing there.

Max plopped down next to me and diverted his eyes to the messed up black Vans that sat on his feet. "I don't want to do this anymore," I whispered. He looked up at me and bit his lip ring out of a nervous habit.

"Then you would listen to me when I speak about what we are going to do," he spoke. "Come to San Francisco with me. Escape is coming too." My eyes nearly popped out of my head as he spoke. Was he being serious?

"Are you serious?" I stammered, still shocked.

"Do you want to be safe? I think that you should come with us," Max persuaded. Soon enough, Mike and Vic sat across from us.

"Don't make me Max," I spoke lowly, but I was pretty sure Mike still heard me. He let out a exhausted sigh, but I knew he would fight for it.

"But you have too, Maryssa, how much longer do you want to deal with this?" he inquired. I was shocked and he looked defeated. I saw Mike glance at us from the corner of my eye. "It is for your safety, Maryssa, if you don't want to then don't. Continue to take their abuse. Let them blackmail you. I just want the best for you, and this decision would be it. You wouldn't be alone. You would be with Craig and the guys."

He had a couple points. I wouldn't have to deal with Mike and Vic's abuse anymore, and I would be with my brother and five people I know as my brothers. I huffed and looked at Max, "Fine."

Not too long after our little talk, the station doors opened and in walked my parents. They looked at us with cold eyes, that we unfortunately have gotten used to over the years. I sank back in my seat and Max had a death glare on them.

"Mr. and Mrs. Green, could you please follow me," the voice of the police officer rang through my ears. I have heard that voice way to much today.

"I need a cigarette," I mumbled. I guess I mumbled it too loud, because Mike's head perched up. "This is fucking ridiculous." No one knew I was a smoker- except for Max obviously.

Mike let out a small laugh and it reallt annoyed me. "What's so funny, Michael?" I hissed.

"Nothing," he simply said.

Surely, Mike and Vic got called to go home, so only Max and I were left there, with accompany of the workers at the station. "I don't want to go home," I said. Max looked at me and smirked.

"We will be out of there soon," Max answered me. I didn't bother asking where we would all be staying, because it wasn't my place to. "Tomorrow, we will go to your school and get your stuff and then we are gone."

It sounded wrong in so many ways, but we had to do it. I don't care what my parents would have to say to it. "We will do everything we need to, so nobody can keep in touch with us, except for the guys from Motionless, and that is it." I nodded and just stared at the pastel white walls that had black scuffs all over them.

We waited for another good half an hour for our parents, and when they did come out, they didn't looked to happy. My mother motioned us over with one finger and we did as the bitch commanded and followed her out the door. "Are you two fucking crazy?! You just like fucking up our lives..don't you?!" my mom hissed as she slid into the passenger seat of my dad's truck. "It's bad enough that we have a fucked up, antisocial daughter, but now we have that along with a son that has his third police report."

I will admit, that stung. Max could tell that it hurt me, so he put his arm around my shoulders. "You two are messing up our marriage! We were never like this until both of you were born!" My dad yelled.

It was a short drive to the house and once we were in, Max turned on his heel and faced the two. "You know what?" he screamed. "You two don't understand anything? Do you fucking get the whole point of the police thing? That is because fucking Fuentes, decided that he would abuse her. You two don't give a flying fuck though. You only worry about work and you wouldn't notice if we left, or even worse, we died! Fuck you two."

Max ran up the stairs and I followed him. I locked my bedroom door and would only open it for Max, knowing he would stay in here tonight.

After a good half an hour, there was a knock on the door and I knew it was Max from the pattern of the knock, I opened it and he had all of his stuff. "Okay, Craig already has my guitars and all the other band equipment. Start packing, he will be here in an hour to come and pick up all of our stuff. Monte, and Craig will be driving. You will be with me, Craig, and TJ."

I nodded and started packing.

I really hope this all goes well.

Notes

lawl. i was listening to Therapy while writing this and I was like, "I can't believe I am making Alex a complete douchebag." and like he is just not like that, and i feel like a fuckwad and ;-;

btwww, there will be ONE chapter from Max's POV, just thought I should say that. c:

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