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Rated: 13+ · Fiction · Supernatural · #2243043
Max and his Mom need to get away from some horrible people.
Angel's Max

Bikini Bottom…it’s hilarious. I love SpongeBob. I like Patrick, he’s my favorite.

“Mom…I’m hungry…”

I’m sitting in our small living room wrapped in my mom’s old bath robe. It’s freezing in here. I pull my green knit hat down over my head a little more.


I go into our kitchen and she’s sitting at the table with the phone stuck to her face.

“Mom! I’m hungry…”

“Max…I’m on the phone…uh huh…no…I promise…my son asked me a question.”

I walk up to her and pull on her sleeve.

She covers the mouth piece with her hand and spits her words at me.

“If you do not get you’re butt in the other room I’m going to whoop you!”

She swats at me and I run from the room. My mom would never hit me, but she’s pretty worked up about something.

I’m hungry.

I sit by the archway between the living room and kitchen and wait for the furnace to kick on. The hot air comes from the vent and fills up my mom’s robe. It’s like my very own sauna.

I listen to my mom talking.

“Gary, I swear to you. I’ll have it…no…I’m not going to do that…I’m…”

She starts to cry. I stand up letting the robe drop from my shoulders and I run to my mom.

“Okay…okay.” She rests her head on the receiver before she hangs up.

“What’s the matter, mom?” I always feel really weird when I see my mom cry.

“I’m sorry Max…you’re hungry?” She says wiping the tears from her eyes. I can tell she wants to cry some more, but she wants to hide it.


“What do you want Max? You want pizza?”

We don’t have any money so I tell her ‘no’. She smiles at me and assures me that we can get pizza.

Our pizza arrives about forty five minutes later.

We both sit at the table and eat like a family. My dad…my father, rather…left when I was little. Mom says that anyone can be a father, but not everyone can be a dad.

I don’t know too much about him except that he wasn’t very nice. Mom said he did some bad things and he ran away from them and now she has to pay for what he did.

If that makes sense.

There is a knock at the door and my mom gets scared, but she tries not to show it.

“What is it mom?” I ask, getting scared too.

“Go to your room Max. Go to your room and hide in the top of your closet. Like when you hid from me and I couldn’t find you. Remember? Can you do that?”

“What’s going on?” She can tell I’m scared.

There is another knock at the door and this time it’s a lot louder. It makes us both jump.

“Go now!”

I run from the kitchen just in time to hear the front door get knocked down. I go into my room and hide in the closet like my mom said. I climb to the top and lie on the shelf above my hanging clothes.

I can’t hear too good up here. My mom says she don’t have it and somebody, a man, says he don’t care. That she’s gotta pay some other way.

My mom screams and I hear a bunch of glass break. My mom keeps screaming and screaming until she suddenly stops.

I hear more things in the apartment breaking. Then a man is swearing and saying ‘it’s gotta be here somewhere.’

There are footsteps coming to my room. The door opens and his breathing is loud. He’s breathing through his mouth.

The door to my closet opens and I hold my breath…he can hear my heart beat. He pushes my clothes around then reaches his hand up to the top of the closet.

I push my body as close to the wall as I can. His fingers almost touch me, but he feels my box of baseball cards that I got from my grandpa when he died.

He pulls down the box and I hear him open it.

“At least it’s something.” He says.

He walks from the room and I let my breath out slowly.

I stay in the closet for what feels like hours. The television has been playing the whole time. Two more episodes of Spongebob play and two episodes of Phineas and Ferb.

I climb down from the closet and carefully walk back to the living room.

My heart freezes. My mom…mom…is in the middle of the living room. She fell through the glass table in front of the couch. There is a lot of blood…mama.

I run from the room to the kitchen. Call 911, that’s what you do when someone’s hurt. The phone is broken on the floor.

I run from the apartment to the neighbors and pound on the door. I hear someone walk to the door, but it doesn’t open.

“Please…my mom’s hurt!” I say as I start to panic.

I stand for a minute before I run to another apartment. No one opens the door for me. No matter how hard I cry, no matter what I say, the doors stay shut.

I run from the apartment complex into the street.

It’s dark outside and nobody is around. I don’t know what to do…I don’t…

I’m tired…I walk into an alley that’s only a couple of blocks away from the complex. It’s cold and dirty.

I curl up next to a dumpster and close my eyes.

I don’t know how long I have been in the alley but there is a girl. A pretty girl, who’s older than me, walks to me and holds her hand out for me to grab it. As soon as I touch her fingers, a warm feeling runs up my arm and covers my whole body. It’s like stepping into a warm bath when you’re really cold.

She smiles a real pretty smile and she tells me to walk with her. I ask her who she is.

“I’m your Angel.” She says.

I’m not scared anymore.
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