HI EVERYONE! Welcome to my forth story! I don't know why but I have all these ideas for new stories but not for the ones I'm halfway through creating. Oh well, anyway I'll be trying my best to update them in time. I don't like my readers having to wait too long for an update, I should know what its like, most of the stories I really like take weeks to update! But never mind that now just enjoy my new fic!
A Life not worth living
Chapter 1 – Lying can be a good thing
How would you feel if both your parents died in a plane crash, flying over to see you? What if you felt it was your entire fault because you were the reason they boarded the plane in the first place? Unthinkable isn't it? Unfortunately, this is just what happened, and is still happening to Max Tate. It only happened five months ago but to him it seems just like yesterday. He didn't speak a word for two months, even at their funeral. His friends, the Bladebreakers, tried comforting all they could, but he never spoke to them either. None of his other family members could take him in so he was sent to live with his Uncle. Big mistake.
Max's Uncle was the worst human being on earth. He wasn't a complete alcoholic but he was very bad tempered, especially towards his nephew. Max didn't understand why and wasn't sure if he wanted to find out. Max's Uncle was his father's brother and he had no Antie on that side either. He was alone with no one but his evil Uncle. At first, when his Uncle was in a bad mood (which is mostly all the time) and had sound the beer cupboard, Max would just head outside or to his room to avoid him. But his Uncle had become violent.
The beatings had become frequent leaving Max terrified. His Uncle would punch, kick and even strangle him. Max stood up to him one day, threatening to tell the cops about his abusive ways. His Uncle picked him up by the throat and said if he ever told anyone he would kill them along with Max himself. He threw him to the floor and left the room. Max coughed slightly and then stuck his finger up at the bedroom door. He thought things over and realized that he couldn't tell his friends, doing that would put them in danger. He was on his own for sure now.
Training was the one thing that kept Max going. He loved leaving the house to be with his teammates, but he had to wear long sleeved tops to hide all the bruises on his arms. Thankfully no one questioned him why he suddenly wore jumpers because winter was coming. He watched on as Ray and Tyson battled in pure enjoyment. He wondered what their reaction would be if he told them about what his Uncle was doing to him. He wanted to tell them more than anything, but it was just too risky.
"Hey Max wanna try?" Tyson's voice brought him back to reality after being deep in thought. He got up and began battling with Tyson. Draciel was knocked out of the dish before you could say 'What?'
"Hey Max, you're not concentrating. You ok?"
"Fine Tyson, just a bit of a headache that's all" Max looked at his watch. It was 10pm and he was an hour late for getting home. "Damn I'm late! I'll see you guys tomorrow" I hope, he thought, as long as Uncle doesn't kill me. Max ran all the way from Tyson's dojo to his house. He stopped at the garden path to catch his breath and then he carefully walked in. All the lights were off and Max quietly walked into the sitting room. He went to turn the light on when a hand grabbed his wrist tightly.
"What time do you call this?" said a rough voice.
"Um, 10 o'clock?"
"Don't get smart with me!" He dragged the young boy up the stairs and threw him onto his bedroom floor. The young teen crawled over to the corner of the room, knowing what was to come. He turned around and his heart skipped a beat at what was in his hand – a knife.
"Uncle why do you have a knife in your hand?" his voice was full of terror.
"Don't question what I do!" He stormed towards his nephew and picked him up by the throat. Max gasped for air as a tight hand blocked off his breathing ability. "I've had it with you and your attitude!" Max suddenly felt a sting on his arm as the blade sliced him before he was thrown at the opposite wall. Tears appeared at the back off his eyes and he tried to hide them. A large boot pressed down on his stomach quite dangerously making him panic. He tried to scream but the pressure on his stomach was preventing him from his action. Finally the foot was lifted from him only to return as a kick which in turn became several kicks.
Just when the young teen thought it couldn't get any worse his Uncle took the knife and forced it into his side. Now Max could scream, he screamed bloody murder at the pain racing through his body. The tears flowed freely from his eyes as he gave in to them. Blood flowed freely from the wound making him feel faint. His Uncle kneeled down beside him and what came next turned him pale. A hand began to travel up his leg towards the one place Max didn't want him to go. He felt his lower regions being pressured by his Uncle's hand, which made him shake.
"No…don't do that…please" He could barely speak and the tears kept on coming. His Uncle didn't like that and clenched his hand making the weak boy wince in pain.
"I will touch you in any way I like. You belong to ME!" He let go of Max and left the room. In one way Max was glad but in another he was scared. He couldn't move and he had no one to help him. In one swift movement he removed the knife that was lodged in his side. He winced again at the pain and more blood painted the floor. He tried to sit up but where his side was cut prevented him from getting comfy. He remained lying on the floor until some of the pain had gone. His eyesight was fuzzy and he guessed it was due to the amount of blood loss.
He looked around the room for his mobile (cell) phone but remembered he left it downstairs. Great, that means I can't phone for help, he thought. The worst part of it was his Uncle's unexpected action, of touching him. He had never been touched in that way before and he hoped it wouldn't happen again. He felt dirty and unloved, like no one wanted to help him. But he knew that wasn't true, no one knew what was happening so how could they help him. If they couldn't come to him he was going to go to them. He sat up with great difficulty. He wasn't a heavily built boy so he was weak compared to his friends.
The stairs looked miles long but Max was determined. He slowly descended, holding tightly onto the banister. He saw his Uncle asleep on the couch and he crept out of the house. He went as fast as he could through the cold, dark streets. He stopped under a lamppost to catch his breath, leaning against the wall to take the pressure of his side. His watch read 12.30am and he wondered if Tyson would be mad at him appearing this late. He continued to his friend's house and walked into the garden, but his side gave way and he couldn't stand the pain any longer. He fell onto his knees and hands, feeling very sick. The only choice he had was to shout for Tyson.
He opened his mouth but it was only a little voice that came out. He tried again but ended up coughing blood. He lay on his good side and closed his eyes hoping he was going to wake up from this nightmare. He opened his mouth once and shouted good and loud, Tyson's name. The effort made him go into a coughing fit. A light went on in the house and a door slid open. Tyson stood in the doorway looking out into the garden. He went pale when he saw the scene before him.
"Oh my gosh, Max!" He ran to his friend's side and rolled him onto his back. He nearly cried himself when he saw the state his friend was in. "Hold on buddy, I'll help ya" He helped Max to his feet and took him inside. He lay him on his bed and ran to get a warm cloth. He saw the large patch of blood staining his T-shirt. He lifted up his shirt and gasped at the wound on his side. It was clearly a stab wound. He dipped the cloth in the warm water and placed it on the broken skin. Max winced at the warmth on his cold wound and the pressure used.
"Sorry buddy. Listen, can you tell me what happened?" Max dreaded this question and wondered if telling him was a good idea. If he told him it could mean death for him and his friend. He shook his head and Tyson left it at that. Max looked troubled enough already without him pestering Max for an answer. Tyson noticed how pale Max looked; his white face had small cuts on it. He began to panic thinking about how much blood had been lost from his body. He finished tending his wounds and stood up.
"I'm going to call an ambulance, you might have lost a serious amount of blood" Tyson went to walk away when Max grabbed his wrist.
"No, please don't. I'm fine, there's no need"
"Max, you're seriously hurt and you need proper care"
"I said no" Max coughed slightly when he raised his voice. Tyson left it at that, what Max needed now was a good rest. He pulled the bed covers over him.
"Ok, just go to sleep, I'll sleep on the couch"
"No wait, sleep in here with me, please" Max didn't want to be left alone in case his Uncle found him. Tyson nodded and set up a sleeping bag on the floor and they both fell asleep.
Tyson was up earlier than usual and he found Max still asleep. He checked his stab wound and found it had stopped bleeding but his bed had bloodstains on it. He looked at his clock, which said 7am, so he got up and dressed. There was no point in going back to sleep. He made himself breakfast and was in the middle of eating it when Kenny came in through the kitchen door.
"Hey Chief, what's up?"
"Hey Tyson, you're up earlier. Did you're stomach wake you up?"
"Nope, I was sleeping on my bedroom floor"
"Why?"
"Because Max was in my bed"
"Excuse me?"
"Max came to my house last night, beaten to a pulp. He could barley talk and he had been stabbed in his side"
"Oh my…is he still here? Did you call an ambulance?"
"Yes he's still here, he's sleeping in my room now and no I didn't call an ambulance 'cause Max didn't want one. He clearly needed to sleep and I was planning on taking him to the hospital this morning"
"How bad is he?"
"By the looks of it he's lost a lot of blood. He's as white as a ghost" The kitchen door opened and Ray walked in followed by Kai. Tyson told them about Max and they both jaw-dropped.
"Is he in your room?" asked Ray.
"Yeah, but all I could do about the stab wound was patch it up. I don't know what stuff to use on wounds like that"
"Where's your first aid kit?"
"It's kept in the cupboard, why Kai?"
"I know what to use. I'll do it now while he's sleeping so he doesn't feel the pain" Kai took the kit and went to Tyson's room. He saw the blonde still sleeping on the bed and he quietly walked over. He sat on the edge of the bed and removed the bed covers. His eyes widened at the big patch of blood on the boy's T-shirt. He lifted it up and removed the bloodstained patch and gasped at the wound.
"That's one nasty cut," he said to himself. He took a bottle of clear liquid and poured it on a small cloth, dabbing the split side. He looked at the other damages on the small teen's body and found lots of bruises and small cuts, some, which looked quite old. Max stirred in his sleep and moved from his side onto his back. He saw how white his face was and when he felt it, it was very cold.
Tyson must be right about the blood loss part, he thought. Kai put a clean patch on his side and left the boy to sleep some more. He walked through to the kitchen and put the first aid kit back. He let out a worried sigh.
"What's wrong?" asked Kenny.
"This isn't the first time Max has been beaten. His body is covered in old cuts and I think he's lost far too much blood for his small body"
"How do you mean?" asked Ray.
"When I felt his forehead it was ice cold. He really needs to go to a hospital"
"Ok, I'll phone an ambulance" Tyson got up and walked to the doorway when someone appeared in front of him, blocking his path.
"Don't, I'm begging you"
"Max, you're ill, you need to go"
"I appreciate your concern Ray, but I really don't want to go, for personal reasons"
"What reasons? Max please tell us what's going on?"
"I can't Kenny, he'll kill you"
"What are you talking about? Who'll kill us?"
"Tyson I…" But before Max could finish his sentence he gripped his side and fell to his knees. Tyson grabbed his friend around the shoulders.
"Max! Max are you ok?"
"Tyson, it hurts" Tyson helped him lie down on the couch and Max's breathing quickened. They managed to calm him down and he fell asleep again.
"Guys, we really need to find out what happened to him"
"No kidding Tyson, I think someone attacked him on the street"
"For what Ray? There's no reason to attack someone like him, does he look threatening to you?" questioned Kenny.
"I don't care how long it takes" Tyson's voice was full of determination, "I'm gonna find out who did this to him"
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