cliche-ask-max-deactivated20171:
Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?
//lol chill max//
I…I
was five years old. Me and my father were walking near a park, and I
was holding my favorite toy //itsmrhoneynuts//. At one point, I realized
I had dropped it, and spotted it in the road. I ran out to get it, not
realizing there was a car coming. My dad saw this and ran into the road
and pushed me out of the way…*he trails off, needing a moment before he
can continue**just listens. His knees are starting to hurt –
he’s not young anymore – but he’s just listening.* It’s okay, Max. Take your
time.Well…the car came and…hit him. Somebody called 911 and the ambulance came but…*tears fill his eyes again* my mom is an alcoholic and she never cared about me. She still doesn’t. She didn’t care about my dad either. She has a boyfriend now who’s about 15 years younger than her, and they both hate me…sometimes…they would…*he stops* um…
*bites his tongue for now. Max wasn’t done
talking yet*Go on, Max. If you’re okay with telling me.
H…hit me…they would hit me…and yell, and…they were just…*max breaks off, sobbing*
*puts a hand on Max’s shoulder and gives it a
squeeze. He fishes out another tissue from his pocket and gently starts to wipe
at his face. His heart hurts for the boy.* I’m here, Max. It’s okay to cry…
there, there, buddy…
The Perfect Scientist 