Supernatural2005

Sam Winchester:
Look, what they did to you, what they all did to you, growin' up, they deserve to be punished, but...

Max Miller:
Growing up? Try last week. [he lifts his shirt, showing ugly bruises and cuts] My Dad still hit me. Just in places people wouldn't see it. Old habits die hard, I guess.

Sam Winchester:
I'm sorry.

Max Miller:
When I first found out I could move things, it was a gift. My whole life, I was helpless. But now I had this. So last week, Dad gets drunk. First time in a long time. And he beats me to hell. First time in a long time. And then I knew what I had to do.

Sam Winchester:
Why didn't you just leave?

Max Miller:
It wasn't about getting away. Just knowing that they'd still be out there... It was about not being afraid. When my Dad used to look at me? There was hate in his eyes. Do you know what that feels like?

Sam Winchester:
[quietly] No.

Max Miller:
He blamed me for everything. For his job. For his life. For my Mom's death.

Sam Winchester:
Why would he blame you for your Mom's death?

Max Miller:
Because she died in my nursery. While I was asleep in my crib. As if that makes it my fault!

Sam Winchester:
She died in your nursery?

Max Miller:
Yeah. There was a fire. And he'd get drunk, and babble on like she died in some insane way. He said that she burned up. Pinned to the ceiling!