Author: That would be me, Sarah Marie… S&M, the bad twin… whatever…
Category: AU, No Aliens, CC, Liz POV
Rating: Uhm… MATURE, I guess…
Disclaimer: I own nothing; simply borrowing a few things, please don’t sue me…
Summery: This is a fic based on the song by City High called ‘The Only One I Trust’. If you listen to the song, you may have a different interpretation of it, but this is my view on what I hear when I listen to the song. Its probably just gonna be a little three-parter, not quite sure yet. This fic should prove to be rather angsty and if you’re looking for a happy ending, you defiantly came to the wrong place.
Dedication: This fic is dedicated to Tanya, the good twin. Thanks so much for everything, girl. I owe you so much!!! This fic wouldn’t be happening without you. When I wanted to give up, you wouldn’t let me… you made me finish it, and I can’t begin to thank you enough for everything that you’ve done for me. Love you bunches and bunches and bunches!! *lol*
Feedback: Yes, please! This is only my second fic, FB is very much appreciated!
Big Thanks to Ann(babylisou) for an amazing banner!!!!!!
Part One
When I was a little girl, my parents would read me fairy tales. You all know that your parents did the same thing to you, stop laughing. The general idea in a good majority of these stories is fairy simple: beautiful girl meets handsome young man, they fall in love and they live happily ever after. So I grew up believing that something like that could actually happen, that one day, Prince Charming would swoop in, take my breath away, we’d fall in love and we’d live happily ever after. Well, No such luck for Liz Parker, ladies and gentlemen. Why? Because shit like that don’t happen in real life. My story is more like… a ghetto fairy tale…
I met Max Evans when I was 18 years old, and had just graduated high school. He was 22 and had just moved to town, and no one was quite sure why, but right away he was labeled as a bad boy, the kind that fathers desperately want their daughters to stay away from. Maybe that was the main reason that he was so appealing, it’s the bad boy complex, makes you fall for them, even though you know the end result more than likely isn’t going to be very pretty.
Max came into the restaurant I was working in one day and sat down in one of the back booths. I remember walking over to his table, not paying much attention to him, but when I asked him what I could get for him, and he looked into my eyes, my breathe caught in my throat. He was the most gorgeous guy I’d ever seen in real life, the kinda guy that could defiantly be an actor, and all the girls would instantly love. We’re talking… Greek God gorgeous, with the most amazing eyes. It took him less than a minute to ask me to go out with him. Something in the back of my mind was telling me to say no, to just walk away while I had the chance, but I ignored it. I agreed to go out with him, and that is, to date, the worst mistake I’ve ever made in my entire life. If I had walked away from him, right then and there, the life that I’m living right now would be totally different.
There’s no denying that I’m in love with him. As much as it sucks, I’m helplessly, hopelessly, recklessly in love with Max Evans. I’ve been in love with him for a long time, since he and I made love for the first time. Hard to believe, but it was only a week after he asked me on that date I told you about. If you knew me, you’d know that that’s totally uncharacteristic. I was goody-goody Liz Parker, never did so much as jaywalk. Always did the right thing, made the parental units proud, and dated the type of guys that you could bring home to meet mom, knowing both her and dad would instantly like him.
After Max and I got together, I did a complete 180. We moved in together less than a month after we met, which, trust me, did not go over well with my parents. They lectured me the whole 2 days it took me to get all my stuff packed and over to Max’s apartment. They went as far as to tell me never to set foot in their house again if I went through with it. Needless to say, I haven’t been back in their house since.
After about 4 months of living together, I found out that I was pregnant, probably about a month along by my calculations. I was horrified by the news. What if Max didn’t want children? What if, when I told him, he got upset with me and kicked me out? I couldn’t go back to my parents house after all that, especially not pregnant with Max’s child! In the end, I decided to keep the news to myself, and worry about telling him later on. A few weeks after I found out, Max did too. He found me in the bathroom one morning during a particularly bad bout with my morning sickness. When I finally told him, he was upset. The only shocker was that he was upset that I didn’t tell him, and he was ecstatic about the baby.
Slowly but surely, I learned everything there was to know about Max. For the most part, he was a really good guy, and he was judged unfairly by almost everyone in town. But, they did have a few reasons to be so wary about him. With the good stuff I learned, the bad stuff came along with it. I learned that Max had moved from Albuquerque, where his parents were still living. He’d gotten in some trouble there with the law, so he decided to get away. One little detail that thus far, I haven’t shared with you… Max is a drug dealer. That was his only source of income, and a rather profitable one, at that. Any drug you could ever image, Max sold it. He wasn’t really into doing it, he did a little blow here and there… but for the most part, he was strictly about making the money, not getting high.
About a month after I learned I was pregnant, Max took me to Albuquerque for the weekend to meet all his old friends. At first, the whole thing was rather uncomfortable because we were at a party. Everyone was either high as a kite, or drunk off their asses… and I was walking around drinking a Sprite, talk about feeling out of place. I met Max’s ‘business partner’ Michael Guerin, Michaels girlfriend Maria DeLuca, Max’s sister Isabel and her boyfriend, Alex Whitman. The sister came as the biggest shock to me; I didn’t even know Max had a sister! I felt like the biggest dumb ass after that. But, it turns out that Max and Isabel didn’t really talk that much since Max had gotten into trouble… still didn’t make me feel any less dumb though.
Max told me that when he was living in Albuquerque with his parents and Isabel, he got busted with some weed, luckily for him; he didn’t have anything else on him at the time. His parents were pissed and told him that he had to stop hanging out with all the people he was hanging out with and get out of that lifestyle before it ruined him. Max wouldn’t listen, so eventually, he just packed up and left. Ever since then, it’s been a big issue for the Evans’. Max’s parents are forever asking Isabel if Max is staying out of trouble, where he is, and what he’s doing. And since Isabel doesn’t want to be in the middle, she never gives them straight answers, therefore putting a huge strain on Isabel’s relationship with her parents, and making her resent Max for putting her in the middle to begin with.
You’d think that’d be the worst part of the night, right? Nope, guess again!! I got into a fight. Yeah! ME! Liz Parker, fighting with another girl! It was ridiculous! This horrendous blonde… THING… named Tess, dressed like a dime store hooker flounced over to me and asked me who I was and what I was doing there. I calmly told her that I was Max’s girlfriend and that he’d brought me… to which she began screeching at me that I was a whore because Max was her boyfriend. Needless to say, I punched her in the face and sent her flying flat on her ass. Before she even had time to think about hitting me back, or getting off the ground, Isabel threw her out the front door. We haven’t been back up there since then.
Michael and Maria came down quite often to visit us. As it turned out, Maria and I became very good friends. Whenever Max and Michael would go out on a job, Maria would come stay with me. We’d stay up late into the night, eating ice cream and talking like we’d been friends for years. Neither of us really liked what our boyfriends did for a living, but we both knew there was nothing we could do about it. Max and Michael were the type of guys that did what they wanted, no one could tell them any different.
I know you’re probably thinking that if Max really loved me, if I asked him to stop, he would have, but that wasn’t the case. I actually have asked him to stop, many times. I told him that we could both get real jobs and earn money that way, but as much as I’ve been saying that, every time he comes back with the same argument. He’s doing this to build a future; he’s doing this for us. Telling me that soon, all of this is gonna be over and he’ll stop. It was always ‘after this, I’m done. I’m out.’ But, it just never happened. And every time I hear that speech, I can stake my life on the fact that one sentence will always come tumbling out of his mouth: “Boo, you’re the only one I love, and the only one I trust.”
The pregnancy went fairly well. Max sold as much as he could during that time to get enough cash saved up for all the baby stuff that we had to buy. You never realize how much shit you need to take care of a baby! Its insane, really, it is! In the end though, it was completely worth it. We had a beautiful baby boy that we named Zander Maxwell Evans, Zan for short. Max said he heard that name on a TV show his sister used to watch, and thought it was cool.
It’s just been the three of us for the last four years. I bet that right about now you’re thinking that it’s not as bad as I’m making it out to be. Well, that’s because I haven’t gotten to the really bad stuff yet. Everything was goin just fine until yesterday. It was exactly two weeks before Zan’s third birthday, he was taking a nap and I’d just gotten out of the bathtub. I was in the process of picking out something to wear when I heard a knock at the door. Figuring it was just someone trying to sell something, I went to answer the door in just my towel. I cracked open the door to find two very tall, very intimidating men looking down at me…
*The Day Before*
“Uhm, Hi. Can I help you with something?” I ask, very politely.
“Are you Liz Parker?” one of the men asked. I nodded in response. “Is Max Evans home?” I shook my head, indicating that he was indeed not home, he’d gone to Vegas with Michael for two days, they had some ‘business’ things to handle. The men both reached inside their coats, pulling out shiny FBI badges. “Ma’am, we’d like to ask you a few questions, do you mind if we come in?”
I stared at them both in shock, a million things running through my head. What are they doing here? Why do they need to ask me anything? Are they after Max?! Suddenly, I realized that I was still just staring at them. “Oh, uhm” I cleared my throat, willing my voice not to sound so small the next time I used it “Can you guys give me a minute, I’m in a towel, I’ll let you both in as soon as I’m dressed.”
They looked at each other before they both nodded. I gave them a small smile before closing the door and freaking out. Oh shit! Ok… so the FBI wants to come into my apartment! That’s ok; I just gotta get dressed and try to act like there’s nothing to hide. There’s nothing in the house that we could get busted for, that’s why Max is in Vegas. I got dressed in record time, not even bothering to run a brush through my hair. I went back to the front door and invited both the men inside.
“Is there anyone else in the apartment, Miss Parker?” one of the men asked me as he sat down on the couch.
“Yeah, my sons taking a nap in his bedroom” I replied, trying my hardest not to fidget as they both looked at me.
“I’m gonna get right down to the point, Miss Parker. I don’t wanna waste your time, and I’d like the same courtesy in return” I nodded, and he continued. “We’ve been watching your boyfriend, Max, for a long time now. We have enough evidence on him to be able to put both him and you away for a very long time, do you understand?”
At this point, all I can do is stare at him. Is he serious? I knew that if Max got caught he’d be getting himself into a lot of trouble, but I’ll get put away too? What about Zan? No, they can’t do that. There’s no way! Right now, I’m just going to keep nodding, they seem to think that’s good. So, I nod at him again. He then proceeds to ask me any and every question you can think of. Who Max is getting his stuff from, who all he’s working with, everything. The only thing that was frustrating for them, was that I wasn’t answering a single question.
One of the men sighed, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand. “Miss Parker, this is getting ridiculous. Just answer our questions and you’ll be fine. I’ll personally make sure that nothing happens to you.”
“What do you mean?” Damn it! I immediately curse myself, knowing that’s exactly what he wanted me to ask. He wants me to want to know what could happen. All the more reason to tell them what they want to know, but no matter what, I’m not turning Max in. I just couldn’t do it.
“As I said already, we’ve been watching Max for awhile now. There’s gonna be a raid on this apartment, it could go down any day now. If you’re as smart as I think you are, Miss Parker, you won’t tell Max about this. I also recommend that you help us out as much as possible. If you don’t, we guarantee that you’ll never see your son, or your boyfriend again.”
TBC…