Hey sorry for not updating in a while.. I've been super busy with a bunch of stuff haha.. anyway this is going to be short because I have to do stuff tomorrow! Here you go.

"You are never there for me!" The shouting increased with each word that spewed out of Fang's mouth. I cringed as I watched his drunken father stumble and grip the side of the couch. He smelled like garlic and whiskey. A terrible combination if you ask me. It was strange for me actually. Too see Fangs father. Oddly enough they looked nothing alike. With blond hair that was buzzed and looked slightly greasy. His green eyes seemed tired a worn down. However he had a stony cold look to them. It was scary.

I jumped a bit when his voice boomed through the apartment. "You're a disappoint of a son." With that said I let out a small gasp. Fang looked down, not meeting anyone's gaze. And just like that his father was gone. A slam of the door and a huff of breath from Fang I was on my feet.

"Are you okay?" I asked him. My breathing quiet as I watched his reaction. Shaking his head he looked up giving me a lopsided smile.

"I want to kill him."

*30 minutes before*

"So what do you want to talk about?" Looking at the beautiful creature that sat beside me. He was hot. Like really hot, why would he want to be near me? Let alone on his couch.

"Whatever you want to talk about." He replied back. Nodding my head I tangled my hands together and began to fumble with my fingers.

"Did you know I like to bake when I'm nervous?" I stated a fact to him while shoving a piece of hair that escaped the braid behind my ear.

"Now I do.." He trailed off, before I could began to state more facts he spoke, "You talk more normal know you know that right?" Questioning me. Scrunching my forehead I looked at him from the side.

"What?" It was him that looked more nervous than I was.

"You like use to talk so formal, and it was fucking weird." He threw back his head and let out a deep laugh. I did? Questioning myself I never thought about the way I talked let alone, cared.

"I'm sorry." I told him. Shaking his head, he brought his hand up and ran it through his hair. The things I wonder what he could do with those hands. Stop Max, bad Max nasty thoughts are not good. I inwardly scolded myself.

"Don't be, it was cute." My cheeks flushed instantly at his words. Me cute? Ha that's a good one.

"Thanks." Accepting the compliment and letting it go. Silence enveloping us. It seemed like only seconds, that we sat together in silence when it was actually 10 minutes. Of us just thinking, amazing.

Opening his mouth he was about to say something, but was cut off by the slam of the door. Snapping my head up I looked at who was standing at the door. A disgusting old man. Not just any disgusting old man, but who I presumed was his father.

"You fuck, why would you bring someone here?" His voice was slurred, but loud. Looking at Fang I saw how he rolled his eyes. Standing up I noticed how his posture got rigged and cold. A scary stance I hoped to never see him again due to the fact it scared me.

"Because I live here as well you asshole." I gasped at the way Fang spoke to his father. But when I saw the way his father's eyes grew cold. Not just any cold, but a cold that you see a kidnapper give its next victim. A scary ice cold. A cold that you wish you would never have to see in your life.

And that's when all hell broke loose in the Walker household.

Yes its short but do you have any guesses as to what's happening?