3rd times the charm. Stupid net kept on screwing up on me everytime i went to post this.
Sorry for the lengthy absence. I only just remembered today that i had this part written. I ahven't even opened a word doc in the last 2 weeks. Life is too busy. I just need a pause button.
Thanks for all your amazing fb guys. Its the only reason why i'm still occasionally writing this fic. I really appreciate it.
This bit is short and nothing much but hopefully it will tide you over before i find the time to finally finish this fic. I only want about 5 more chapters. I dont think i could handle writing any more. Lol. So, until next time...
<center>Chapter 41
~Liz~</center>
“Max stop…” I giggle as he trails kisses down my neck and face, pining me under his strong body with no escape. Not that I want to escape, all I’m saying is that if I did want to escape, I wouldn’t be able to.
“Hmm… later.” He mumbles against my skin, moving his lips up my neck and taking my earlobe in his mouth, causing me to gasp out loud from the sensations.
“Max…” I sigh. “Everyone’s going to be waiting… and they’ll be angry enough that I didn’t come home last night. If they catch you and I making out across the road, well, I’m not entirely sure what they’ll do, but I think it’ll involve you and I not being able to be alone for quite some time.” I try and reason with him, even though inside I’m screaming at myself to just shut up and get lost in the moment.
He kisses over my cheek, finally joining his lips to mine for a scorching kiss before pulling away leaving me dazed and confused as to why it suddenly ended.
“Your right. I’m sorry… um, we should go.” Max sits back in his seat with a frustrated sigh, running his hand over his face and shaking his head.
Everyone is going to be inside waiting for us to show up so they can fire questions at me and tell me how disappointed they all are. They’re going to kick me out, say how dangerous I am to be around. I’ll have no friends, no family, nothing.
“Liz? You okay?” Max asks with concerned eyes, reaching out to stroke the side of my face with his hand. I bite my bottom lip and nod, a nod that turns into me shaking my head and trying to keep the tears at bay. Max’s strong arms surround me and lift me over the gear stick and into his lap, brushing my hair behind my ear and turning my eyes to meet his sparkling amber ones.
“What's wrong? D-did I do something or-”
“No! No Max, you did nothing.” I quickly assure him, hating that he could think after the night we just had I would be crying because of him.
“Then what is it?”
“What if…” I start but stop, afraid to continue. If I say this out loud, the chances of it happening are suddenly increased, along with my record of bad luck. His loving eyes gently urge me on, so I take a deep breath and try again. ‘W-what if they don’t want me anymore?”
“What?” He gasps and I look away, afraid to meet his eyes. “Baby, how could you even think something like that?”
“I’m a danger to everyone Max.” I say softly, trying to move out of his embrace but he holds me tightly against his body and turns my eyes around to meet his.
“No baby, you only think you’re a danger. Your so much safer with everyone around you, don’t you see that? They wouldn’t kick you out for something as stupid as this okay? And even if they did, which I promise you they wont, you’ll still have me. We can run away together and elope in Vegas, throw away our life savings on gambling and getting drunk. It’ll be fun.”
A small smile plays at the edges of my lips from his words. Max leans forward and kisses me tentively, softly, sparking all the things I felt last night once again. He pulls back and rests his forehead against mine, our eyes deeply looking into each other’s souls.
“Your family and friends love you. They wont let anything happen to you. And I love you Liz Parker. That should be all that matters.”
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“Lizzie? Oh god honey, we were so worried about you.” My uncle says, running towards me and engulfing me in a giant hug. Max stands beside me and squeezes my hand softly to let me know he’s there and he’s not going anywhere. It took some major convincing on his part but we finally left the jeep and walked across the road, only to be bombarded as soon as we walked in the Crashdown doors.
“Why did you just run off like that? If it wasn’t for Michael ringing Max and telling us where you were we would have thought they had taken you. Honey we were so scared. I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that.”
Well, this is totally not what I was expecting. Where’s the yelling and the screaming? Why haven’t they told me to get out yet? Instead they’re acting concerned and like they were worried about me.
Maybe Max was right after all. Maybe they really don’t care that any minute now some guy could blow up the restaurant just to kill me.
“Sweetie, you look tired. Why don’t you go upstairs and have a shower and a lie down why we talk to Max. We’ll wake you up when lunch is ready okay?” My auntie says with sympathy and love.
I look towards Max, his hand still held tightly in mine. He gives me a reassuring smile and nod, telling me that everything’s going to be fine. I bite my bottom lip softly and give my aunt a small nod.
I run upstairs and straight into my bathroom, stripping down and stepping into my shower with a smile as I remember the last time I was naked and who it was with. We woke up this morning, the desert sun warming our bodies and Max kissed me. I don’t know why but that kiss was a vital point in my life. The things I felt, the emotions, the memories, all it was worth it just for that one kiss.
We got dressed and he took us to the pancake house just out of town, ordering my favourite blue berry pancakes topped with whipped cream and a cherry. We had no where to be, nothing to do but get lost in each other, forget about the world around us and just focus on the now.
I turn off the hot water with a sigh, feeling utterly cleansed and relaxed. I get dressed, put my hair up in a wet bun and throw myself on my bed, closing my eyes and just thinking.
“I think they know.” Max’s voice startles me from my doorway as he walks in and shuts the door behind him, taking a quick look down the hallway to make sure no one saw him.
“What? Know what?” I ask, sitting up against my headboard. He walks over and sits down next to me with a worried expression marring his features.
“About last night. Throughout the entire talk your uncle was giving me this weird look. It was unnerving.”
“Max, what are you talking about?” I laugh.
“Adults, they have a thing for knowing. Its like they’re a sniffer dog or something. I-I think he knows that you’re not so innocent anymore. What's worse is that I think he know I was the one who took your…innocence.”
Max looks over at me, his expression a mix or fear and horror and I can’t help but crack up laughing. He looks so adorable and scared. It’s amusing on my part.
“Lizzz…” He whines. “This isn’t funny. Your uncles going to come after me and try to skin me alive. You’re like his baby girl and I’m the one who soiled you.”
“Soiled me?” That has me cracking up into another entire round of giggles. My side hurts from laughing so much, but its then it occurs to me, I haven’t laughed this hard since before my parents died. I haven’t been truly happy until now… until Max. He makes me happy.
“Stop laughing at me.” He pouts, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away with his nose in the air. I feel bad for laughing at him so I shift positions until I’m straddling Max’s lap and turn his eyes back to mine.
I lean forward and kiss him softly, groaning in his hot mouth when he wraps his strong arms around my body and pulls me closer to his hard, warm body. The temptation to strip him down naked and repeat the events of last night is tempting, but with my aunt and uncle downstairs I don’t want to risk Max’s skin.
“Hmm… I think my uncle has a shot gun in his office.” I murmur against his lips, laughing when his entire body tenses up underneath me.
“What?” He whispers horrified, his eyes wide in panic. Did I mention that he’s adorable?
“Don’t worry you big baby. I’ll protect you.” I vow before leaning forward and sealing my lips to his once more. I’ll protect him and he can protect me. He can keep me safe.
TBC... eh, its short. Sorry.
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Hey guys. Thank you all so much for your fb.
I've decided that i'm going to seriosuly sit down and finish writing this. I even have a plan for what i want to happen. Woo hoo.
If all goes well and according to that plan, then this should be the 4th last chapter. I need to finish at least one fic before i die, and this ones the closest to the end. Woo hoo.
<center>Chapter 42
~Max~</center>
A week. It’s been a week since the night out in the desert with Liz; since we made love. I close my eyes and I can still see her perfect body underneath mine, I can still hear her moans and the taste of her skin still lingers in my mouth. I can feel her soft skin rubbing against mine and I can still recall all the things she made me feel.
Maria was way more concerned that Liz was okay to worry about why she hadn’t been told anything until now. Michael conveniently left out the fact that I was with Liz after we ended our phone call, so Maria was running around in a frenzy thinking that her best friend had been abducted. Needless to say, Maria wasn’t to impressed.
Liz and I haven’t exactly had any ‘alone time’ since that night either. Everyone’s too worried about her to let her out of their site, and the time we somehow manage to sneak in together ends with interruptions, people just wanting to check that she was safe. Its not like I’m going to kidnap her or anything, as much as I want to.
I’m convinced that Mr Parker is coordinating all of this. He knows something going on. I think he can just see it when he looks at Liz and I. I’m still waiting to walk into the Crashdown and have him chase me back out of it with the gun Liz said he supposedly has, but in the end it would all be worth it because I got to share all of this with her.
“Hey.” She smiles, bouncing up to me in the hallway after class.
“Hi.” I smile back, wrapping my arms around her waist and fusing our lips together for a scorching kiss.
“Mmm, what was that for.” Liz asks breathlessly when I pull away.
“I missed you, that’s all.”
“Max, you saw me like an hour ago.” She complains but the smile on her face is a dead giveaway that she doesn’t mind at all that I’ve missed her like crazy this last week. And don’t just think it’s a sex thing, because yeah, as amazing as that was, its not just about a round two. I just want to spend some time alone with my girlfriend, time that no one can interrupt or take away from us.
“Exactly, one hour Liz. Do you know how crazy I’ve been going for the last sixty minutes?” I say, raining kisses over her jaw line and down her neck, stopping briefly to take her ear lobe into my mouth. She arches her body against me and moans softly, leaving me smiling widely at the moment.
“Ugh, will you two just give it a rest for once? This whole sappy thing you’ve got going on is way overrated Maxwell.”
And just like that, the moments ruined once again by an interruption… namely, Michael.
“Leave them alone Michael. Just because Max is getting more action than you.” Alex says, walking up behind him with Maria and Isabel. Isabel shudders from the thought of me, her brother, doing anything remotely sexual and I can sympathies. The last thing I want to know about is what goes on with her and Alex. We have strict rules when it comes to stuff like this.
Block it all out until it’s over. Works every time.
“You guys coming to the soap factory tonight? There's a big rave on.” Alex asks Liz and I. I look down into her brown eyes letting her know that it’s her decision. She bites her bottom lip and contemplates her options. If we go to the party we wont have her uncle and aunty checking up on her every five minutes, instead we’ll have Maria. If we say no and stay home, we wont have Maria but her aunt and uncle.
Either way it looks like spending time alone is basically impossible.
“Um, yeah. We’ll be there.” She says softly, looking up at me with a glint in her eye. I think Liz will somehow find us a way to be together tonight.
<center>~*~*~*~*~*~ </center>
The music surrounds us, the bass pounding out of the speakers and making the floor vibrate with a version of the Prodigy’s, Breathe. I walk back over to our makeshift table in the corner and hand Maria and Liz their drinks, placing a kiss on Liz’s temple and wrapping my arms tightly around her waist. Her body immediately melts into my chest and she smiles.
Did I mention lately how much I love her?
“Alright, what's going on you two?” Maria questions, gulping down her drink and slamming it down on the table made from a drum and a door placed on top.
“What are you talking about Maria?” I ask, trying to play it dumb. One thing I hate about Maria is the fact that she can pick up on the tiniest details in everything, so there’s no doubting she has a inkling of what went on last week in the desert between Liz and I.
We haven’t told anyone yet. Not Michael, not Isabel, not even Maria. It was something special between Liz and I and we both figured that it was no one else’s business but our own. Once it’s out in the open it’s there for everyone to analyse and pick apart; it’s no longer special.
“Something’s…. different, about you two.” She says sceptically, crossing her arms over her chest and raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow, shooting me that ‘I can see right through you look’.
Liz looks away with a small blush and that’s all she needed. Maria's eyes go wide and her mouth falls open in a gasp. She points her finger directly at the two of us and takes a step backwards in shock. I let out a deep sigh and roll my eyes. So much for the alone time.
“You two had sex!” She shouts, getting the attention of a few people surrounding us.
“Oh God.” Liz groans, burying her face against my chest in embarrassment. I know exactly how she feels. I can feel the heat from my ears going bright red in mortification. And to make it worse, Michael chooses this opportune time to stop talking to some guy he knows and join us.
“Michael! Michael! You’ll never believe what I just found out!” Maria squeals excitedly, jumping up and down and knocking over her drink in the process. “Woops.” She giggles, reaching and pulling him the last few steps towards us.
“Guess what Max and Liz have been doing behind closed doors?” She teases, looking me in the eye the entire time with a smirk. I feel Liz tighten her grip on my hand and groan against my chest once again.
We so have to get out of here.
As if by some miracle the open violin of a song I know too wells plays through the speakers, Prodigy fading out to the soft sounds of Gomez. I lean down with a smile, Maria and Michael now a lost memory as I whisper in Liz’s ear.
“They’re playing our song.” I say huskily and she shivers ever so slightly in my arms. “Would a beautiful girl such as yourself care to dance?”
Liz giggles next to me, lacing her fingers delicately in mine she smiles and pulls me onto the dance floor, both of us ignoring Maria and her pleas for us to come back.
We came, we came, we came again
To stem the tide and point the blame
Came back for more
Came back to see what you had in store
Everyone join the line, everyone
Yeah, so you wanna spin the world around?
So you wanna spin the world around?
And anybody else
Cut em down
I wrap my arms around Liz’s waist tightly and pull her petite body against mine, resting my head next to hers and breathing in her scent. She smells like vanilla and strawberries, intoxicating me and wreaking havoc on my senses.
Liz’s arms slid up my arms and around my neck. Her eyes closed as she lets the soft husky sounds of Gomez surround her.
So you wanna make catastrophe?
Won't you send it right over to me
I got some time
Everybody running high
The same, the same, the same again
To steal the time and haunt the graves
Just because he's there
Don't mean you see it anywhere
Maybe it's a trick of the light
Maybe
“Max.” She sighs softly against my chest in contentment.
I smile down at her softly, looking more beautiful than ever before. “I love you.” I whisper in her ear and place a tender kiss on her forehead.
“I love you too.” She smiles in response, her eyes still closed and her arms around my neck tightening. This moment is… perfect. It’s the only way to describe it. Perfect.
Yeah, So you wanna spin the world around?
So you wanna spin the world around?
And anybody else
Come around
So you wanna make catastrophe?
Don't you send it right over to me
I got some time
Everybody come alive
Liz leans up on her toes and gently caresses my lips with hers, her tongue grazing my bottom lip in question. Somehow we still manage to keep in time with the music, swaying back and forth, seeing only each other.
Yeah, so you wanna spin the world around?
So you wanna spin the world around?
And anybody else
Come around
So you wanna make catastrophe?
Don't you send it right over to me
I got some time
Everybody running high
We continue to kiss, not caring that we’ve gotten the attention of some other people around us with nothing better to do than gawk. I thrust my tongue gently inside of Liz’s mouth, delighting in her small moan of satisfaction. She instantly melts against me when I deepen the kiss.
This is too public, too many people around, not private enough. I want Liz alone and I want her now. I don’t think I can wait.
So you wanna spin the world around?
So you wanna spin the world around?
And anybody else
Come around
So you say we haven't turned around?
So you say we haven't turned around?
Just everybody else is going wrong
Going wrong
As soon as the song fades out I grab her hand and drag her out of the factory, directly towards the direction of the jeep.
Finally we can have some alone time.
TBC...
I've decided that i'm going to seriosuly sit down and finish writing this. I even have a plan for what i want to happen. Woo hoo.
If all goes well and according to that plan, then this should be the 4th last chapter. I need to finish at least one fic before i die, and this ones the closest to the end. Woo hoo.
<center>Chapter 42
~Max~</center>
A week. It’s been a week since the night out in the desert with Liz; since we made love. I close my eyes and I can still see her perfect body underneath mine, I can still hear her moans and the taste of her skin still lingers in my mouth. I can feel her soft skin rubbing against mine and I can still recall all the things she made me feel.
Maria was way more concerned that Liz was okay to worry about why she hadn’t been told anything until now. Michael conveniently left out the fact that I was with Liz after we ended our phone call, so Maria was running around in a frenzy thinking that her best friend had been abducted. Needless to say, Maria wasn’t to impressed.
Liz and I haven’t exactly had any ‘alone time’ since that night either. Everyone’s too worried about her to let her out of their site, and the time we somehow manage to sneak in together ends with interruptions, people just wanting to check that she was safe. Its not like I’m going to kidnap her or anything, as much as I want to.
I’m convinced that Mr Parker is coordinating all of this. He knows something going on. I think he can just see it when he looks at Liz and I. I’m still waiting to walk into the Crashdown and have him chase me back out of it with the gun Liz said he supposedly has, but in the end it would all be worth it because I got to share all of this with her.
“Hey.” She smiles, bouncing up to me in the hallway after class.
“Hi.” I smile back, wrapping my arms around her waist and fusing our lips together for a scorching kiss.
“Mmm, what was that for.” Liz asks breathlessly when I pull away.
“I missed you, that’s all.”
“Max, you saw me like an hour ago.” She complains but the smile on her face is a dead giveaway that she doesn’t mind at all that I’ve missed her like crazy this last week. And don’t just think it’s a sex thing, because yeah, as amazing as that was, its not just about a round two. I just want to spend some time alone with my girlfriend, time that no one can interrupt or take away from us.
“Exactly, one hour Liz. Do you know how crazy I’ve been going for the last sixty minutes?” I say, raining kisses over her jaw line and down her neck, stopping briefly to take her ear lobe into my mouth. She arches her body against me and moans softly, leaving me smiling widely at the moment.
“Ugh, will you two just give it a rest for once? This whole sappy thing you’ve got going on is way overrated Maxwell.”
And just like that, the moments ruined once again by an interruption… namely, Michael.
“Leave them alone Michael. Just because Max is getting more action than you.” Alex says, walking up behind him with Maria and Isabel. Isabel shudders from the thought of me, her brother, doing anything remotely sexual and I can sympathies. The last thing I want to know about is what goes on with her and Alex. We have strict rules when it comes to stuff like this.
Block it all out until it’s over. Works every time.
“You guys coming to the soap factory tonight? There's a big rave on.” Alex asks Liz and I. I look down into her brown eyes letting her know that it’s her decision. She bites her bottom lip and contemplates her options. If we go to the party we wont have her uncle and aunty checking up on her every five minutes, instead we’ll have Maria. If we say no and stay home, we wont have Maria but her aunt and uncle.
Either way it looks like spending time alone is basically impossible.
“Um, yeah. We’ll be there.” She says softly, looking up at me with a glint in her eye. I think Liz will somehow find us a way to be together tonight.
<center>~*~*~*~*~*~ </center>
The music surrounds us, the bass pounding out of the speakers and making the floor vibrate with a version of the Prodigy’s, Breathe. I walk back over to our makeshift table in the corner and hand Maria and Liz their drinks, placing a kiss on Liz’s temple and wrapping my arms tightly around her waist. Her body immediately melts into my chest and she smiles.
Did I mention lately how much I love her?
“Alright, what's going on you two?” Maria questions, gulping down her drink and slamming it down on the table made from a drum and a door placed on top.
“What are you talking about Maria?” I ask, trying to play it dumb. One thing I hate about Maria is the fact that she can pick up on the tiniest details in everything, so there’s no doubting she has a inkling of what went on last week in the desert between Liz and I.
We haven’t told anyone yet. Not Michael, not Isabel, not even Maria. It was something special between Liz and I and we both figured that it was no one else’s business but our own. Once it’s out in the open it’s there for everyone to analyse and pick apart; it’s no longer special.
“Something’s…. different, about you two.” She says sceptically, crossing her arms over her chest and raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow, shooting me that ‘I can see right through you look’.
Liz looks away with a small blush and that’s all she needed. Maria's eyes go wide and her mouth falls open in a gasp. She points her finger directly at the two of us and takes a step backwards in shock. I let out a deep sigh and roll my eyes. So much for the alone time.
“You two had sex!” She shouts, getting the attention of a few people surrounding us.
“Oh God.” Liz groans, burying her face against my chest in embarrassment. I know exactly how she feels. I can feel the heat from my ears going bright red in mortification. And to make it worse, Michael chooses this opportune time to stop talking to some guy he knows and join us.
“Michael! Michael! You’ll never believe what I just found out!” Maria squeals excitedly, jumping up and down and knocking over her drink in the process. “Woops.” She giggles, reaching and pulling him the last few steps towards us.
“Guess what Max and Liz have been doing behind closed doors?” She teases, looking me in the eye the entire time with a smirk. I feel Liz tighten her grip on my hand and groan against my chest once again.
We so have to get out of here.
As if by some miracle the open violin of a song I know too wells plays through the speakers, Prodigy fading out to the soft sounds of Gomez. I lean down with a smile, Maria and Michael now a lost memory as I whisper in Liz’s ear.
“They’re playing our song.” I say huskily and she shivers ever so slightly in my arms. “Would a beautiful girl such as yourself care to dance?”
Liz giggles next to me, lacing her fingers delicately in mine she smiles and pulls me onto the dance floor, both of us ignoring Maria and her pleas for us to come back.
We came, we came, we came again
To stem the tide and point the blame
Came back for more
Came back to see what you had in store
Everyone join the line, everyone
Yeah, so you wanna spin the world around?
So you wanna spin the world around?
And anybody else
Cut em down
I wrap my arms around Liz’s waist tightly and pull her petite body against mine, resting my head next to hers and breathing in her scent. She smells like vanilla and strawberries, intoxicating me and wreaking havoc on my senses.
Liz’s arms slid up my arms and around my neck. Her eyes closed as she lets the soft husky sounds of Gomez surround her.
So you wanna make catastrophe?
Won't you send it right over to me
I got some time
Everybody running high
The same, the same, the same again
To steal the time and haunt the graves
Just because he's there
Don't mean you see it anywhere
Maybe it's a trick of the light
Maybe
“Max.” She sighs softly against my chest in contentment.
I smile down at her softly, looking more beautiful than ever before. “I love you.” I whisper in her ear and place a tender kiss on her forehead.
“I love you too.” She smiles in response, her eyes still closed and her arms around my neck tightening. This moment is… perfect. It’s the only way to describe it. Perfect.
Yeah, So you wanna spin the world around?
So you wanna spin the world around?
And anybody else
Come around
So you wanna make catastrophe?
Don't you send it right over to me
I got some time
Everybody come alive
Liz leans up on her toes and gently caresses my lips with hers, her tongue grazing my bottom lip in question. Somehow we still manage to keep in time with the music, swaying back and forth, seeing only each other.
Yeah, so you wanna spin the world around?
So you wanna spin the world around?
And anybody else
Come around
So you wanna make catastrophe?
Don't you send it right over to me
I got some time
Everybody running high
We continue to kiss, not caring that we’ve gotten the attention of some other people around us with nothing better to do than gawk. I thrust my tongue gently inside of Liz’s mouth, delighting in her small moan of satisfaction. She instantly melts against me when I deepen the kiss.
This is too public, too many people around, not private enough. I want Liz alone and I want her now. I don’t think I can wait.
So you wanna spin the world around?
So you wanna spin the world around?
And anybody else
Come around
So you say we haven't turned around?
So you say we haven't turned around?
Just everybody else is going wrong
Going wrong
As soon as the song fades out I grab her hand and drag her out of the factory, directly towards the direction of the jeep.
Finally we can have some alone time.
TBC...
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Good new everyone! This is the third last part! Even better news, the epilogue is so short that the next update of this will just be chap 44 and the epilogue, because guess what.....
I FINSIHED IT!
Yes, thats right. This fic that i've hated since i got halfway through it and lost the spark for writing it anymore is finally finished. The ending is rather sudden and crappy but i dont care, because i finished it.
So i'll probably update the final chapters of this on Monday night, along with WB if i get around to writing it.
Eh, sorry for this crappy chapter. But woo hoo, finished fic. My first. Rather happy about that.
<center>Chapter 43
~Liz~</center>
“Max? Where are we going?” I laugh as he practically picks me up off my feet and drags me out the door into the cool night air and almost deserted parking lot. He stops walking and turns around to face me, his gaze burning and dark with desire.
Oh.
I feel a slight smile play on my lips. If I’m thinking what he’s thinking, then I know that Maria will be looking for both of us any moment, and we cant afford to be interrupted. I want this so much. It’s been a week since we’ve had any chance to even contemplate having sex and I will not let my best friend and her big nose ruin that. I lean up on my toes and place a tender kiss on his lips that he returns eagerly, but I pull away before it can get too serious and I loose all coherent thought.
“Let me go find Maria and I’ll tell her we’re going home or something. I’ll meet you at the Jeep in five minutes.” I whisper breathlessly against his lips. He just swallows hard and nods silently, watching as I run back into the factory, the mute music suddenly blaring at me from the speakers.
I see her and Michael dancing closely over near the corner of the dance floor and I push through the crowd, getting completely squished by about five people in the process and almost falling over about six times.
“Maria!” I yell over the loud music. She snaps her gaze to me and smiles. She starts to walk towards me but stumbles a little, being saved by Michael catching her in mid fall. I think someone put a bit more than just coke in her drink tonight.
“Lizzie! Come and dance with me!” She squeals in Michael’s arms with a slight slur.
“Max and I are going home. I’m tired so he said he would take me.” I lie. She doesn’t really need to know that we’re going to get naked and have hot sex on his back seat. At least until the next time she decides to sit on the back seat, just so I can hear her yelp when I tell her what we got up to on that very place.
“What? No!” She gives me the drunken puppy look, but even that wont save her. The tempo of the music changes overhead, the bass pounding through the speakers so loud that I can feel the ground shake with each beat.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, ok?” I shout, taking her jerky dance movements as a nod and turning back around to exit the factory. I walk to the front door and see that some big men that look like thugs with thousands of tattoos who are nursing a keg are blocking it. I thought this was a high school party? Why do they look about 40 years old?
With a small sigh I turn back around and retrace my steps until the back exit is in sight. By now Max is probably wondering where the hell I am. I’ve been gone for at least 10 minutes now. I push my way through the crowd and breathe a sigh of relief when I find the door opened.
I walk out through the door and the sudden cold rush of air hits me, a dramatic change from the sweat induced steam filled factory. I also notice that I’m now in a very dark alley. I walk as fast as I can, with the street lamp near the entrance just around the corner in sight.
But suddenly, the light is blocked by a body.
I recognise the man as one of the big thugs that was blocking the front exit and fear immediately engulfs me. Thug number one stands about ten metres in front of me, directly in the centre of the alley with a dark sneer across his ugly features.
I take a cautious step towards him but jump right back when I see him take two menacing stalks towards me. A rusting behind me draws my attention and I snap my head around to find two more of the thugs standing behind me, one with a lead pipe in his hands and a face that tells me he’s not afraid to use it. Thugs number two and three have arrived.
I gulp. My small bag drops to the floor and spills its contents across the cold wet cement. Thug number one just smirks at me.
This is not good.
I’m wondering what the chances of me screaming out for help and not getting hurt in the process are? Probably not very good. I can feel my hands start to shake and I frantically look around for any form of escape, but I find none.
“What happened darlin? Your body guard leave you all on your lonesome?” He says in a thick accent that reminds me of all those mafia movies I used to watch. It takes me a minute to figure out what he’s talking about, but then it clicks.
Max.
They’ve been watching us, waiting for the opportunity to get me alone. I take a trembling step backwards, strong arms grabbing onto my arms and holding me so I cant run. Thug number one walks towards me, glaring at me with a look that has me whimpering with the knowledge that no one can save me now.
If I knew that I wouldn’t be seen for almost three entire days, I would have screamed and shouted for help, but at that point in time, I was frozen in fear.
“Don’t worry sweetie. We wont do anything to ya’... at least until Caprarelli gets here.”
The words don’t reassure me, but I don’t have much time to dwell on them because all of a sudden, a searing pain starts in the back of my head and my world goes black.
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“Wake up you stupid bitch.” I hear a deep male voice full of venom shout at me before sweltering pain rips through the left side of my face. I feel my head snap to the side and groan out in pain. I try and lift my hands up to cover the stinging pain only to find them tied securely behind my back still.
Slowly, I crack open my eyes open and take in my surroundings for about the eighth time, trying to ignore the bruises I can feel all over my body. I don’t know how long I’ve been here, but all I do know is that I’m hungry and tired, and I wish some body would just hurry up and kill me now. Every single time I’ve fallen asleep, they’ve waken me up the same way. By beating me. I can only imagine that my face is one giant black bruise, much like the rest of my body.
I don’t remember how I got here, but I do remember the menacing eyes that looked into mine as soon as I woke from being hit on the back of the head by the lead pipe in the alleyway. It was thug number one, in full light. I could see his black eyes, the hardness that consumed him reflected in his strong jaw line and harsh stance. He was so close I could smell the alcohol on his breath and see the mole just above his left eyebrow.
The room they were keeping me in was a large office of a warehouse from what I gathered. There was one tiny window that I doubt even I could squeeze through, but that didn’t matter because I was never left alone. There was always one disgusting thug who wanted to glare at me and quite possibly imagine what he could do to me in the room at all times.
The walls were all the same depressing grey, and to make matters worse, the only bathroom privileges I got were a bucket with a lid on it over in the corner, and my only bedding was the chair I was currently tied to. I thinkr that I’ve been here for two days at least, in that time only receiving four glasses of water and three slices of cold bread.
A tear rolled down my check as thug number two, the once who woke me up in such a bohemian way and who's name I gathered to be Leonce, stalked back over to the small table and chair set that was sitting up against the far wall.
Not for the first time since I had been taken from the alley have I wondered about Max and my aunt and uncle. Are they out looking for me, roaming the streets and getting all the state police to help in the search to find me, or are they sitting at home watching their cable television, musing on how wonderful it is to no longer have me around and secretly thanking Marco Caprarelli for getting me out of the way?
A small sob escaped past my swollen and bleeding lips, catching the attention of the Leonce and thug number one who were currently babysitting me. What if they don’t care that I’m gone? What if they haven’t even realised it yet?
“Shut the fuck up.” Thug number one glared at me from over the top of his newspaper. The coldness and anger in his voice only made me cry harder, until the salty tears were streaming down my cheeks and stinging the cuts that littered my face.
Leonce stood up and crossed his arms over his chest, walking towards me with a strange gleam in his eye. “Maybe if I play with her for a little while it’ll make her shut her fucking trap and stop sulking?” He suggested, his meaning perfectly clear when one disgusting hand reached down to scratch his crotch. A repulsive smirk situated itself on his features and I felt sick.
“Normally I would let ya, but Caprarelli gave us strict orders not to touch her.” Thug number one looked up over his paper at me for the second time, his eyes dark with a threatening glare. “He wants her for himself. You know how he likes to break in the virgins. Don’t like used goods.”
I swallowed down the bile that rose in my throat from his words. I’d rather be dead than let anyone ever touch me that way. But something told me that soon, death would be my only option, because it seemed that no matter how many times I wished and prayed for someone or something to save me… no one ever did.
TBC.... Monday, hopefully.
I FINSIHED IT!
Yes, thats right. This fic that i've hated since i got halfway through it and lost the spark for writing it anymore is finally finished. The ending is rather sudden and crappy but i dont care, because i finished it.
So i'll probably update the final chapters of this on Monday night, along with WB if i get around to writing it.
Eh, sorry for this crappy chapter. But woo hoo, finished fic. My first. Rather happy about that.
<center>Chapter 43
~Liz~</center>
“Max? Where are we going?” I laugh as he practically picks me up off my feet and drags me out the door into the cool night air and almost deserted parking lot. He stops walking and turns around to face me, his gaze burning and dark with desire.
Oh.
I feel a slight smile play on my lips. If I’m thinking what he’s thinking, then I know that Maria will be looking for both of us any moment, and we cant afford to be interrupted. I want this so much. It’s been a week since we’ve had any chance to even contemplate having sex and I will not let my best friend and her big nose ruin that. I lean up on my toes and place a tender kiss on his lips that he returns eagerly, but I pull away before it can get too serious and I loose all coherent thought.
“Let me go find Maria and I’ll tell her we’re going home or something. I’ll meet you at the Jeep in five minutes.” I whisper breathlessly against his lips. He just swallows hard and nods silently, watching as I run back into the factory, the mute music suddenly blaring at me from the speakers.
I see her and Michael dancing closely over near the corner of the dance floor and I push through the crowd, getting completely squished by about five people in the process and almost falling over about six times.
“Maria!” I yell over the loud music. She snaps her gaze to me and smiles. She starts to walk towards me but stumbles a little, being saved by Michael catching her in mid fall. I think someone put a bit more than just coke in her drink tonight.
“Lizzie! Come and dance with me!” She squeals in Michael’s arms with a slight slur.
“Max and I are going home. I’m tired so he said he would take me.” I lie. She doesn’t really need to know that we’re going to get naked and have hot sex on his back seat. At least until the next time she decides to sit on the back seat, just so I can hear her yelp when I tell her what we got up to on that very place.
“What? No!” She gives me the drunken puppy look, but even that wont save her. The tempo of the music changes overhead, the bass pounding through the speakers so loud that I can feel the ground shake with each beat.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, ok?” I shout, taking her jerky dance movements as a nod and turning back around to exit the factory. I walk to the front door and see that some big men that look like thugs with thousands of tattoos who are nursing a keg are blocking it. I thought this was a high school party? Why do they look about 40 years old?
With a small sigh I turn back around and retrace my steps until the back exit is in sight. By now Max is probably wondering where the hell I am. I’ve been gone for at least 10 minutes now. I push my way through the crowd and breathe a sigh of relief when I find the door opened.
I walk out through the door and the sudden cold rush of air hits me, a dramatic change from the sweat induced steam filled factory. I also notice that I’m now in a very dark alley. I walk as fast as I can, with the street lamp near the entrance just around the corner in sight.
But suddenly, the light is blocked by a body.
I recognise the man as one of the big thugs that was blocking the front exit and fear immediately engulfs me. Thug number one stands about ten metres in front of me, directly in the centre of the alley with a dark sneer across his ugly features.
I take a cautious step towards him but jump right back when I see him take two menacing stalks towards me. A rusting behind me draws my attention and I snap my head around to find two more of the thugs standing behind me, one with a lead pipe in his hands and a face that tells me he’s not afraid to use it. Thugs number two and three have arrived.
I gulp. My small bag drops to the floor and spills its contents across the cold wet cement. Thug number one just smirks at me.
This is not good.
I’m wondering what the chances of me screaming out for help and not getting hurt in the process are? Probably not very good. I can feel my hands start to shake and I frantically look around for any form of escape, but I find none.
“What happened darlin? Your body guard leave you all on your lonesome?” He says in a thick accent that reminds me of all those mafia movies I used to watch. It takes me a minute to figure out what he’s talking about, but then it clicks.
Max.
They’ve been watching us, waiting for the opportunity to get me alone. I take a trembling step backwards, strong arms grabbing onto my arms and holding me so I cant run. Thug number one walks towards me, glaring at me with a look that has me whimpering with the knowledge that no one can save me now.
If I knew that I wouldn’t be seen for almost three entire days, I would have screamed and shouted for help, but at that point in time, I was frozen in fear.
“Don’t worry sweetie. We wont do anything to ya’... at least until Caprarelli gets here.”
The words don’t reassure me, but I don’t have much time to dwell on them because all of a sudden, a searing pain starts in the back of my head and my world goes black.
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“Wake up you stupid bitch.” I hear a deep male voice full of venom shout at me before sweltering pain rips through the left side of my face. I feel my head snap to the side and groan out in pain. I try and lift my hands up to cover the stinging pain only to find them tied securely behind my back still.
Slowly, I crack open my eyes open and take in my surroundings for about the eighth time, trying to ignore the bruises I can feel all over my body. I don’t know how long I’ve been here, but all I do know is that I’m hungry and tired, and I wish some body would just hurry up and kill me now. Every single time I’ve fallen asleep, they’ve waken me up the same way. By beating me. I can only imagine that my face is one giant black bruise, much like the rest of my body.
I don’t remember how I got here, but I do remember the menacing eyes that looked into mine as soon as I woke from being hit on the back of the head by the lead pipe in the alleyway. It was thug number one, in full light. I could see his black eyes, the hardness that consumed him reflected in his strong jaw line and harsh stance. He was so close I could smell the alcohol on his breath and see the mole just above his left eyebrow.
The room they were keeping me in was a large office of a warehouse from what I gathered. There was one tiny window that I doubt even I could squeeze through, but that didn’t matter because I was never left alone. There was always one disgusting thug who wanted to glare at me and quite possibly imagine what he could do to me in the room at all times.
The walls were all the same depressing grey, and to make matters worse, the only bathroom privileges I got were a bucket with a lid on it over in the corner, and my only bedding was the chair I was currently tied to. I thinkr that I’ve been here for two days at least, in that time only receiving four glasses of water and three slices of cold bread.
A tear rolled down my check as thug number two, the once who woke me up in such a bohemian way and who's name I gathered to be Leonce, stalked back over to the small table and chair set that was sitting up against the far wall.
Not for the first time since I had been taken from the alley have I wondered about Max and my aunt and uncle. Are they out looking for me, roaming the streets and getting all the state police to help in the search to find me, or are they sitting at home watching their cable television, musing on how wonderful it is to no longer have me around and secretly thanking Marco Caprarelli for getting me out of the way?
A small sob escaped past my swollen and bleeding lips, catching the attention of the Leonce and thug number one who were currently babysitting me. What if they don’t care that I’m gone? What if they haven’t even realised it yet?
“Shut the fuck up.” Thug number one glared at me from over the top of his newspaper. The coldness and anger in his voice only made me cry harder, until the salty tears were streaming down my cheeks and stinging the cuts that littered my face.
Leonce stood up and crossed his arms over his chest, walking towards me with a strange gleam in his eye. “Maybe if I play with her for a little while it’ll make her shut her fucking trap and stop sulking?” He suggested, his meaning perfectly clear when one disgusting hand reached down to scratch his crotch. A repulsive smirk situated itself on his features and I felt sick.
“Normally I would let ya, but Caprarelli gave us strict orders not to touch her.” Thug number one looked up over his paper at me for the second time, his eyes dark with a threatening glare. “He wants her for himself. You know how he likes to break in the virgins. Don’t like used goods.”
I swallowed down the bile that rose in my throat from his words. I’d rather be dead than let anyone ever touch me that way. But something told me that soon, death would be my only option, because it seemed that no matter how many times I wished and prayed for someone or something to save me… no one ever did.
TBC.... Monday, hopefully.
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This is it guys. I finally finished it. I thought i would die with thsi one still going, but its done, thank God. This is also the first fic i've ever finished. So i'm proud, even if i'll never look at it again.
I just wanted to say thank you all so much for reading this over the how eer many months i've been writing this for and casually updating. I apprecaite all your fb, and even though the ending of this is ediculously bad and crappy and i want to laugh at how corny it is, i'm glad i got to write something and people read some of it.
And Mar, is that a threat? Jules is scary damn it! lol.
Ok, here we go, the last chapter and the Epilogue.
Toodles.
Ki-ki
<center>Chapter 44
~Max~</center>
“Maria, where’s Liz?” I shout over the loud music in the soap factory. She was supposed to be at the Jeep fifteen minutes ago. At first I thought that maybe she couldn’t find me but after standing out the front for five minutes in the hopes that she would come back and fine me, I thought that maybe she was still inside with Maria.
I try to ignore the fear gnawing at my stomach when Maria looks up at me with a confused expression. “What are you talking about? She left here like fifteen minutes ago and said you two were going home.”
Shit.
I gulp back the suddenly immense feeling of fear and guilt. Fear that something happened to Liz and guilt that I didn’t go with her. God, how stupid could I be?
“She never showed up, did she Maxwell?” Michael muses, him and Maria suddenly not so interested in dancing anymore. I simply shake my head and try to think. Where the hell would she go?
“We’ll help you find her. I’ll look around here, you go and look back outside, and Maria can check the bathrooms.” He orders and I slightly thank him with my eyes for taking control. I feel so useless. I’m frozen to the spot, too afraid for Liz to move and try to help her.
God I hope she's all right. Please let her be alright.
“Maxwell!” Michael shouts in my ear, snapping me out of my stupor and back into consciousness. I take a deep breath and give a small nod, turning around and walking back out to the front of the factory.
A few people litter the front, most of them just out to get some fresh air, but still I hope that they may have seen her. I walk up to a group of them and ask if they’ve seen a short brunette wearing jeans and a red tank top walk past but they all just give me unbearably incoherent no’s.
I walk back through the car park a few times before I spot the alley that leads to the back door. I head towards it, but a familiar ring tone of a mobile phone stops me dead in my tracks. I search around frantically, looking for Liz, but I don’t see her.
It takes me a minute to realise that the ringing is coming from in front of me and I quickly jog down the dark alley. My heart and stomach both simultaneously fall to the ground and smash into pieces when I see her bag laying ruined on the cold ground, her ringing mobile phone stranded a meter away with Maria’s cell phone number flashing across the screen.
It’s then and there that my world collapses. I fall to the ground and retch out the contents of my stomach as soon as it dawns on me.
Liz is gone.
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Two days.
Two days and nothing.
Two days and I don’t even know if she's alive anymore.
Two days that she could have been killed in.
Two days that no one has even found one single fucking lead as to her whereabouts.
Two days that I’ve felt like killing myself for.
This is all my fault. I left her alone and now she could be anywhere. I don’t know if she's all right. She could be stranded somewhere in the desert, she could be locked up in a cage, she could be in another country. God, she could be dead.
A tentative knock on my door barely catches my attention. Isabel pushes open the door and looks at me with a sad smile. I must look like shit, but somehow, I don’t seem to care. The police have been little to know help, refusing to report Liz as missing until the 24 hours was up, even though they know that someone’s after her.
For these last two days and nights I haven’t given up looking for her. Michael and I have been driving all around Roswell, searching the desert, looking for any trace of her, but we’ve found nothing. Its like she vanished off the face of the earth.
“Max? The sheriffs here. He wants to talk to you.” Isabel says quietly, turning around and leaving just as softly as she came. I roll off my bed and run a shaky hand through my deshelved hair. Mom sent me up here to sleep for the first time since she's been missing, but all I did was lay staring up at the ceiling and wishing things were back to how they were a few days ago. Back to when Liz was here with me instead of God knows where with God knows who.
I blink back my tears, refusing myself the privilege of wallowing in my guilt and fear. I have to be strong for her. I have to find her.
I stumble down the stairs and walk into the living room, my soulless eyes glaring at the Sheriff’s solemn face. His grave eyes look up at me and I feel my insides clench with anger. He was supposed to be protecting her, looking after her. How the hell could he let this happen?
I look at him, asking a silent question to which his only answer is a shake of his head. “Nothing new yet son. I’m so sorry. I have our best detectives working on finding out as much information as they can, but I’m afraid it doesn’t look good. If we can’t find her by the end of this week, there’s nothing more we can do Max.”
I sink down onto a nearby chair with a loud thump, the wind being blown out of me. Paralysing dread washes over me. That’s it? If they cant find anything more then they’ll just give up?
A soft beeping catches my attention and I look up to see the Sheriff reading his beeper with wide eyes. He quickly clips it back onto his belt, picking up his radio in his hand and shouts out orders to those listening at the receiving end.
His eyes look over at me, a small ounce of hope showing through the grey. “They found out that Caprarelli owns a warehouse just out of town. I’m sending my teams over to check it out right now.”
He turns to my mother who was busying herself in the kitchen making some coffee. “I’m sorry Diane but I have to go. Maybe I’ll have that coffee some other time?
She gives a small nod that I hardly notice. I’m too busy trying to find my shoes. “Max?” I hear her question softly and I look up to find Valenti shaking his head.
“I’m sorry son, but you can’t go.”
Anger fills all my veins. I just want to scream. “I don’t care if I can or not. I’m going Sheriff, and no one can stop me. I want to be there when you find her.” I argue, tying my laces up tightly. “Please, I have to know that she's okay!”
I can see the war raging inside of him but soon his sympathy gives out and I’m rewarded with a small nod and a sigh. I grab my jacket from the back of my chair and we run out to his car as fast as we can.
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I can hear the gunshots ringing out from my position in the Sheriffs car, hidden safely around the block from the warehouse. Its been like this for the last hour. They stormed the warehouse an hour ago and ever since then its been a constant battle to injure, but not kill.
I hear one final gunshot and then… silence.
The police radio in the car crackles to life, with an officer on the other end searching for anyone who will listen. “We have five injured Caucasian males, all of them suffering minor gun shot wounds, and one young Caucasian female in need of immediate medical assistance.”
I snap to life as soon as I hear those words. Young Caucasian female. Liz.
I fumble with the lock of the door and collapse onto the ground when I finally get it open, but even the gravel under my skin doesn’t stop me. I break out into a sprint as soon as I find my footing and run in the direction of the warehouse. Soon, my heavy breathing is drowned out by the sound of the ambulance sirens speeding up the road behind me.
I run straight past the police cars, ignoring the shouts to get back from the Sheriff. That’s when I see her, unconscious and being carried by two police officers as they carry her out of the building and towards the ambulance.
“Liz!” I shout and run towards her, but strong arms hold me back. I turn around, ready to punch the person keeping me from her but stop.
“I’m sorry Max, but you cant, at least not until they run some tests.” I swallow hard. Tests. I can only guess what sort of tests. Test to make sure she's ok and healthy. Tests to make sure they didn’t hurt her. Rape tests. They want to make sure they didn’t touch her or harm her in any way…
“Come on. I’ll drive you to the hospital.”
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She looks so frail. Her face is black and blue with the millions of bruises those bastards inflicted upon her. I don’t have to look at the rest of her body to know that they hurt her everywhere. And yet here she is. She endured it all, her strength so immense that I wonder how she could have survived?
Her beautiful eyes are closed and have been since they found her, the unconsciousness due to malnutrition, dehydration and the amount of abuse she was put through. A harsh sob racks my body and I squeeze her delicate hand tighter. Her parents left along with Maria and everyone else an hour ago. They tried to get me to go with them, claiming that I needed sleep and I could come back tomorrow, but the thought of leaving her here all alone is unbearable.
This is the first time that I’ve allowed myself to cry, to break down and show just how fucking scared I was for Liz, and I still am. The doctors don’t know the full extent of the damage, and they wont know until she wakes up. If she wakes up.
A tear rolls down my cheek when I realise that I almost lost her. I don’t think I would have survived with her here with me. I love her so much its scary.
“Liz baby please, just wake up and let me know that you’re okay.” I whisper, placing a delicate kiss on her temple and resting my head next to hers on the pillow. I close my eyes and will sleep to take over my body for the first time in three days, but the small feeling of pressure caused when Liz squeezes my hand weakly is enough to wake me right up.
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Epilogue
~Liz~ </center>
Soft, even breathing greats me when I open my eyes. I’m face to face with Max’s gorgeously naked chest, steadily rising and falling with each intake of air. His hair is dishevelled from sleep and his eyes are close. God, he looks so breathtakingly beautiful and sexy that I almost can’t control myself.
It’s been a month today since I woke up in a hospital bed, my entire body numb with pain. I found Max lying beside me on the tiny bed, his deep amber eyes searching me with worry. He was there when all I did was cry because I was so scared. He was there when the doctors told me that I had internal bleeding that could have killed me if they didn’t find me in time. He was there when I finally got to go home, and he’s been here ever since.
I roll over onto my side, wincing slightly from the pain that still shoots up through my chest as a result of a broken rib that is almost healed. Most of my bruises have healed, but there are still a few that have ugly grey marks marring my skin.
I close my eyes tightly and fight of the memories of how they got there, instead choosing to reach out and trace Max’s dominant jaw line with my finger tips. His soft stubble tickles my fingers and I unconsciously smile from the feeling.
“Mmm…” He moans softly, leaving the last traces of sleep behind him when his gorgeous eyes open. His voice is husky with sleep, a whisper that sends tingles down my spine. “Hey.”
“Hi.” I whisper back, biting my bottom lip and smiling shyly as his eyes search over my body. A hand comes up and burries in my hair, pulling me down to his lips for a sweet good morning kiss.
“You might want to get back down onto the floor before my uncle comes in and finds us in bed together.” I whisper against his lips once we pull apart. I feel his hand under the blanket start to travel up my thigh until it’s buried under the hem of my extremely large t-shirt. His large hand is soft against my skin, melting me inside with every touch. His lips attach to my neck and start sucking the skin there, causing me to suppress a moan that could potentially get us into a lot of trouble.
My aunt and uncle have surprisingly let Max and Maria stay over whenever they want, providing Max sleeps on the floor and we leave the door open at all times. They know how worried about me he was, and how much he blames himself for me getting taken, so I guess this is their way of letting Max know that it wasn’t his fault.
Little do they know that all he sleeps in is his boxers.
“They’re not home.” He mumbles against my skin, moving his lips up my neck and jaw until they’re kissing the sensitive spot behind my ear that has me melting into a puddle of goo.
“W-what?” I gasp when he rolls us over so his strong body is pinning me to the bed. Hey, no complaints here.
He shifts slightly to take his weight off me, making sure he doesn’t hurt my ribs. “I went out for a drink about two hours ago and they were leaving to go to some conference in Albuquerque. They asked me to stay here with you all day and make sure you’re alright.”
His concerned eyes search me, studying every single layer of me too make sure that I’m okay. If it was someone else looking at me with such depth I would have flinched away from their gaze by now, but with Max, its almost like it comes naturally. I’m not afraid of him seeing me.
“Are you alright?” He asks suddenly, still afraid that I’m not entirely over what happened to me.
I give a soft smile and nod, loving the concern etched in his features. Concern for me. “I’m just perfect.” I reply and wrap my arms around his neck, bringing him in for another scorching good morning kiss.
He mumbles something along the lines of ‘yes you are’ just before his lips meet mine, our tongues duelling sensually against each other.
Right now, I feel as though my life is perfect for the first time in a long while. Marco Caprarelli is in a high security prison, and so are his thugs, all of the sentenced to a life full of four stonewalls. They can no longer hurt me.
And Max. Max is here with me, in my bed, making love to my mouth, mimicking the actions our bodies soon take together over and over again. I’m no longer afraid that something terrible will happen, that someone is looking for me, coming after me. I’m finally happy and free.
For the first time in my life it feels as though the further I go forward, the more I keep walking and moving on, the scenery is finally getting greener.
Thank you all so much for reading this. You all get a giant hug for sticking around for this rediculously bad ending.
I just wanted to say thank you all so much for reading this over the how eer many months i've been writing this for and casually updating. I apprecaite all your fb, and even though the ending of this is ediculously bad and crappy and i want to laugh at how corny it is, i'm glad i got to write something and people read some of it.
And Mar, is that a threat? Jules is scary damn it! lol.
Ok, here we go, the last chapter and the Epilogue.
Toodles.
Ki-ki
<center>Chapter 44
~Max~</center>
“Maria, where’s Liz?” I shout over the loud music in the soap factory. She was supposed to be at the Jeep fifteen minutes ago. At first I thought that maybe she couldn’t find me but after standing out the front for five minutes in the hopes that she would come back and fine me, I thought that maybe she was still inside with Maria.
I try to ignore the fear gnawing at my stomach when Maria looks up at me with a confused expression. “What are you talking about? She left here like fifteen minutes ago and said you two were going home.”
Shit.
I gulp back the suddenly immense feeling of fear and guilt. Fear that something happened to Liz and guilt that I didn’t go with her. God, how stupid could I be?
“She never showed up, did she Maxwell?” Michael muses, him and Maria suddenly not so interested in dancing anymore. I simply shake my head and try to think. Where the hell would she go?
“We’ll help you find her. I’ll look around here, you go and look back outside, and Maria can check the bathrooms.” He orders and I slightly thank him with my eyes for taking control. I feel so useless. I’m frozen to the spot, too afraid for Liz to move and try to help her.
God I hope she's all right. Please let her be alright.
“Maxwell!” Michael shouts in my ear, snapping me out of my stupor and back into consciousness. I take a deep breath and give a small nod, turning around and walking back out to the front of the factory.
A few people litter the front, most of them just out to get some fresh air, but still I hope that they may have seen her. I walk up to a group of them and ask if they’ve seen a short brunette wearing jeans and a red tank top walk past but they all just give me unbearably incoherent no’s.
I walk back through the car park a few times before I spot the alley that leads to the back door. I head towards it, but a familiar ring tone of a mobile phone stops me dead in my tracks. I search around frantically, looking for Liz, but I don’t see her.
It takes me a minute to realise that the ringing is coming from in front of me and I quickly jog down the dark alley. My heart and stomach both simultaneously fall to the ground and smash into pieces when I see her bag laying ruined on the cold ground, her ringing mobile phone stranded a meter away with Maria’s cell phone number flashing across the screen.
It’s then and there that my world collapses. I fall to the ground and retch out the contents of my stomach as soon as it dawns on me.
Liz is gone.
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Two days.
Two days and nothing.
Two days and I don’t even know if she's alive anymore.
Two days that she could have been killed in.
Two days that no one has even found one single fucking lead as to her whereabouts.
Two days that I’ve felt like killing myself for.
This is all my fault. I left her alone and now she could be anywhere. I don’t know if she's all right. She could be stranded somewhere in the desert, she could be locked up in a cage, she could be in another country. God, she could be dead.
A tentative knock on my door barely catches my attention. Isabel pushes open the door and looks at me with a sad smile. I must look like shit, but somehow, I don’t seem to care. The police have been little to know help, refusing to report Liz as missing until the 24 hours was up, even though they know that someone’s after her.
For these last two days and nights I haven’t given up looking for her. Michael and I have been driving all around Roswell, searching the desert, looking for any trace of her, but we’ve found nothing. Its like she vanished off the face of the earth.
“Max? The sheriffs here. He wants to talk to you.” Isabel says quietly, turning around and leaving just as softly as she came. I roll off my bed and run a shaky hand through my deshelved hair. Mom sent me up here to sleep for the first time since she's been missing, but all I did was lay staring up at the ceiling and wishing things were back to how they were a few days ago. Back to when Liz was here with me instead of God knows where with God knows who.
I blink back my tears, refusing myself the privilege of wallowing in my guilt and fear. I have to be strong for her. I have to find her.
I stumble down the stairs and walk into the living room, my soulless eyes glaring at the Sheriff’s solemn face. His grave eyes look up at me and I feel my insides clench with anger. He was supposed to be protecting her, looking after her. How the hell could he let this happen?
I look at him, asking a silent question to which his only answer is a shake of his head. “Nothing new yet son. I’m so sorry. I have our best detectives working on finding out as much information as they can, but I’m afraid it doesn’t look good. If we can’t find her by the end of this week, there’s nothing more we can do Max.”
I sink down onto a nearby chair with a loud thump, the wind being blown out of me. Paralysing dread washes over me. That’s it? If they cant find anything more then they’ll just give up?
A soft beeping catches my attention and I look up to see the Sheriff reading his beeper with wide eyes. He quickly clips it back onto his belt, picking up his radio in his hand and shouts out orders to those listening at the receiving end.
His eyes look over at me, a small ounce of hope showing through the grey. “They found out that Caprarelli owns a warehouse just out of town. I’m sending my teams over to check it out right now.”
He turns to my mother who was busying herself in the kitchen making some coffee. “I’m sorry Diane but I have to go. Maybe I’ll have that coffee some other time?
She gives a small nod that I hardly notice. I’m too busy trying to find my shoes. “Max?” I hear her question softly and I look up to find Valenti shaking his head.
“I’m sorry son, but you can’t go.”
Anger fills all my veins. I just want to scream. “I don’t care if I can or not. I’m going Sheriff, and no one can stop me. I want to be there when you find her.” I argue, tying my laces up tightly. “Please, I have to know that she's okay!”
I can see the war raging inside of him but soon his sympathy gives out and I’m rewarded with a small nod and a sigh. I grab my jacket from the back of my chair and we run out to his car as fast as we can.
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I can hear the gunshots ringing out from my position in the Sheriffs car, hidden safely around the block from the warehouse. Its been like this for the last hour. They stormed the warehouse an hour ago and ever since then its been a constant battle to injure, but not kill.
I hear one final gunshot and then… silence.
The police radio in the car crackles to life, with an officer on the other end searching for anyone who will listen. “We have five injured Caucasian males, all of them suffering minor gun shot wounds, and one young Caucasian female in need of immediate medical assistance.”
I snap to life as soon as I hear those words. Young Caucasian female. Liz.
I fumble with the lock of the door and collapse onto the ground when I finally get it open, but even the gravel under my skin doesn’t stop me. I break out into a sprint as soon as I find my footing and run in the direction of the warehouse. Soon, my heavy breathing is drowned out by the sound of the ambulance sirens speeding up the road behind me.
I run straight past the police cars, ignoring the shouts to get back from the Sheriff. That’s when I see her, unconscious and being carried by two police officers as they carry her out of the building and towards the ambulance.
“Liz!” I shout and run towards her, but strong arms hold me back. I turn around, ready to punch the person keeping me from her but stop.
“I’m sorry Max, but you cant, at least not until they run some tests.” I swallow hard. Tests. I can only guess what sort of tests. Test to make sure she's ok and healthy. Tests to make sure they didn’t hurt her. Rape tests. They want to make sure they didn’t touch her or harm her in any way…
“Come on. I’ll drive you to the hospital.”
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She looks so frail. Her face is black and blue with the millions of bruises those bastards inflicted upon her. I don’t have to look at the rest of her body to know that they hurt her everywhere. And yet here she is. She endured it all, her strength so immense that I wonder how she could have survived?
Her beautiful eyes are closed and have been since they found her, the unconsciousness due to malnutrition, dehydration and the amount of abuse she was put through. A harsh sob racks my body and I squeeze her delicate hand tighter. Her parents left along with Maria and everyone else an hour ago. They tried to get me to go with them, claiming that I needed sleep and I could come back tomorrow, but the thought of leaving her here all alone is unbearable.
This is the first time that I’ve allowed myself to cry, to break down and show just how fucking scared I was for Liz, and I still am. The doctors don’t know the full extent of the damage, and they wont know until she wakes up. If she wakes up.
A tear rolls down my cheek when I realise that I almost lost her. I don’t think I would have survived with her here with me. I love her so much its scary.
“Liz baby please, just wake up and let me know that you’re okay.” I whisper, placing a delicate kiss on her temple and resting my head next to hers on the pillow. I close my eyes and will sleep to take over my body for the first time in three days, but the small feeling of pressure caused when Liz squeezes my hand weakly is enough to wake me right up.
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Epilogue
~Liz~ </center>
Soft, even breathing greats me when I open my eyes. I’m face to face with Max’s gorgeously naked chest, steadily rising and falling with each intake of air. His hair is dishevelled from sleep and his eyes are close. God, he looks so breathtakingly beautiful and sexy that I almost can’t control myself.
It’s been a month today since I woke up in a hospital bed, my entire body numb with pain. I found Max lying beside me on the tiny bed, his deep amber eyes searching me with worry. He was there when all I did was cry because I was so scared. He was there when the doctors told me that I had internal bleeding that could have killed me if they didn’t find me in time. He was there when I finally got to go home, and he’s been here ever since.
I roll over onto my side, wincing slightly from the pain that still shoots up through my chest as a result of a broken rib that is almost healed. Most of my bruises have healed, but there are still a few that have ugly grey marks marring my skin.
I close my eyes tightly and fight of the memories of how they got there, instead choosing to reach out and trace Max’s dominant jaw line with my finger tips. His soft stubble tickles my fingers and I unconsciously smile from the feeling.
“Mmm…” He moans softly, leaving the last traces of sleep behind him when his gorgeous eyes open. His voice is husky with sleep, a whisper that sends tingles down my spine. “Hey.”
“Hi.” I whisper back, biting my bottom lip and smiling shyly as his eyes search over my body. A hand comes up and burries in my hair, pulling me down to his lips for a sweet good morning kiss.
“You might want to get back down onto the floor before my uncle comes in and finds us in bed together.” I whisper against his lips once we pull apart. I feel his hand under the blanket start to travel up my thigh until it’s buried under the hem of my extremely large t-shirt. His large hand is soft against my skin, melting me inside with every touch. His lips attach to my neck and start sucking the skin there, causing me to suppress a moan that could potentially get us into a lot of trouble.
My aunt and uncle have surprisingly let Max and Maria stay over whenever they want, providing Max sleeps on the floor and we leave the door open at all times. They know how worried about me he was, and how much he blames himself for me getting taken, so I guess this is their way of letting Max know that it wasn’t his fault.
Little do they know that all he sleeps in is his boxers.
“They’re not home.” He mumbles against my skin, moving his lips up my neck and jaw until they’re kissing the sensitive spot behind my ear that has me melting into a puddle of goo.
“W-what?” I gasp when he rolls us over so his strong body is pinning me to the bed. Hey, no complaints here.
He shifts slightly to take his weight off me, making sure he doesn’t hurt my ribs. “I went out for a drink about two hours ago and they were leaving to go to some conference in Albuquerque. They asked me to stay here with you all day and make sure you’re alright.”
His concerned eyes search me, studying every single layer of me too make sure that I’m okay. If it was someone else looking at me with such depth I would have flinched away from their gaze by now, but with Max, its almost like it comes naturally. I’m not afraid of him seeing me.
“Are you alright?” He asks suddenly, still afraid that I’m not entirely over what happened to me.
I give a soft smile and nod, loving the concern etched in his features. Concern for me. “I’m just perfect.” I reply and wrap my arms around his neck, bringing him in for another scorching good morning kiss.
He mumbles something along the lines of ‘yes you are’ just before his lips meet mine, our tongues duelling sensually against each other.
Right now, I feel as though my life is perfect for the first time in a long while. Marco Caprarelli is in a high security prison, and so are his thugs, all of the sentenced to a life full of four stonewalls. They can no longer hurt me.
And Max. Max is here with me, in my bed, making love to my mouth, mimicking the actions our bodies soon take together over and over again. I’m no longer afraid that something terrible will happen, that someone is looking for me, coming after me. I’m finally happy and free.
For the first time in my life it feels as though the further I go forward, the more I keep walking and moving on, the scenery is finally getting greener.
Thank you all so much for reading this. You all get a giant hug for sticking around for this rediculously bad ending.