Max's POV
I walk into the house. It's quiet. Quieter than normal, I see John on the couch, with beer next to him. I look around the house for my mom but am relieved when there's no sight of her anywhere. It is only like, 12, so I should be good for a few hours. I head to my room and unpack my backpack, I wish when mom and dad divorced I went with Dad instead. I set my bag on the floor once I'm done and check my messages, none but one from my boyfriend, mike, saying "heading to tennis, TTYL" "ttyl, baby" I set my phone down and go to my mirror, I take my shirt off and check on the bruises, 'thann God their healing' I think to myself as I put a sweater on and make sure my rooms cleaned. I head downstairs to make Ella food, assuming that she was fed while I was gone but who am I kidding, mom never even fed me when I was seven. I start making her a sandwich, tuna with mayo, I put it in a bag and set it on the counter. I head to the bathroom to shower, get the filth of his hands, the feeling... I wash my body, I try to think of happy thoughts but all I can hear is.. SLAM
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Teen Fictionmax, a 17 year old boy in 2007 was horribly abused by his mom and step dad, he was scared to leave because he didn't want his little sister in that environment alone, but eventually, he gets so tired of the pressure, and abuse to the point he decide...
