Mafia Love(AU,M/L,Teen) Chpts 8 08/08/05 [WIP]

[chickaroswell]

Title: Mafia Love
Category: M/L
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything
Rating: Teen, but I'm not really sure where this is going yet so....
Summery: Liz is kidanpped from her home and not returned for a year. Why did she get out alive from one of the most dangerous Mafias around? How well is she holding up? And is it to late to find love? Has life already cheated her to far for closure?




I’ve changed a lot since that day. The day that brings me to a story. I would tell you, do the whole flashback thing, but I want you to live the moment. I want you to see the reality, not use this story as some closure to your life. I know that I may be acting selfish, but I just want to get out my life. My life, not my story, that’s what you have to remember….

“Liz!! Dinner time.” My mother yells from downstairs. I grab my jean bag filled with all my books and run down the stairs, leaning slightly to the left so the bag flies more in front of me, than all over the place. Once I get downstairs to the table were my brothers and sister sit I stand waiting for my mother to enter with the food.

“Mom I’m not going to be able to eat, I have to study for a HUGE test tomorrow. I’ll get some food on the way home.” I tell her in a dramatic way, as if this test depended on my life. I swing my books around just for some point…even though I’m only using one book out of the four. This may not be as serious as I put it out to be, but it is serious. It’s the last assignment of the years and this could bring my ‘b’ to an ‘A’. I really need this 4.0. Even though I may only be a freshman.

“Fine.” My mother sighs as she looks down in frustration, and then looks up at me threw her half closed eyes….wait is that a glare? Of course I have no time to waist on this issue, my booty is on the line! So I run out the door.

I would say that my family is wealthy. We live on the rich hill, known as Murray Hill; even the small houses on the hill cost a fortune. It’s a whole community of people who live in huge, vibrant houses. And of course when comes big comes stairs. So as I run down the stairs with a lot of heavy books it’s really hard to keep balance. Of course by the time I’m leaving the last step I sigh in relief, but I think I sighed a little too much because my muscles relaxed and I tripped. On the last step! I mean this doesn’t just happen! I’m now on my face, I leave the whole imagination part to you on how I look. Books all over. Me and blood, or maybe its tears. Like I said you can make it up, I’m to embarrassed to tell the truth.

“Hey girl you okay.” Some man asks me threw a car window, which I hear running really loudly. Its actually funny as I lay on my face and listen to the car, no rich person has a car that bad…the smell is worse I think. I look up now to see whom possibly could be that stupid to buy a nice car if he lived anywhere near here. I don’t think I was ready for what I saw. A Latino. NO! I’m not racist. It’s just as I look at his baldhead, and smirking face which only shoes his golden teeth. The tattoo that is larger than life, but in the way a skeleton is nothing at all resembling life.

“Let me help you out.” He laughs as he causally hops out of the car and picks up all my books and returns them to my bag…which he places in his car. I think I’m too much in shock right now to act upon my situation. Not because of his appearance now, but now because I can read his tattoo: Mexican Mafia.

In a story I would scream and run and beat the mans ass, but as I said before this is my life, not my story, that’s what you have to remember….

My head is in killer pain. I pull my self up to sit, but the cold of the floor wasn’t ready for me. I try to look around at the surrounds but it’s way to dark, I can’t even make out my feet. I try harder and squint my eyes, and this only adds to my headache and I give up. The floor is cold…and a little wet. I listen for some sound, but am only greeted with a drip drop of water hitting the cold concrete floor.

I suppose this is where it all comes back to me. Me falling, me and a car with a man…I don’t really remember much. He helped pick me up and then when behind me and did something on my back. That’s all I remember. I realize now that I was kidnapped by the Mafia, and even though it did take me a while to figure it out, I’m finally starting to freak out.

“Hello!……..Hello! Is anyone there?” I scream while I look in the direction of up. Their might me stairs, there might not be. I might be below them or above them. So I pretty much scream at the top of my lungs so they can hear me anyways.

I stay quite again and listen for any noise, anything that would give me a sign that I’m not alone. That’s when I hear movement, and I hold my breath. There are more than two people. I listen harder and notice that it’s coming above me, I’m below them. I put my arms out and walk around like a blind person would. I close my eyes and relax, slowly touching anything that comes in my attention. I familiarize myself with the room. I find all four walls, and discover only a tall round thing. Which I have not uncovered what it is? The walls are all concrete also, and I find the leaking water coming from the left wall, but I’m to short to reach the actual dropping point and I cant see anything to visualize a hole in the wall.

As I reach for the ceiling I hear running. I extend my hand and stand on my toes and briefly touch the ceiling, but it’s enough for me to feel the commotion coming from above. The tips of my finger shake on contact. Something above me is happening. I sit down in defeat knowing I may be able to feel and hear, but I cannot see. Sadly I’m one of those seeing-is-believing people so I can’t really understand this situation.

I press my back to the wall and slowly slid down and with that so does a tear. I cry muffled tears and sobs. I think of my family. My sister: Jamie, my brothers: Tyler and Shawn. I cry because I’m scared and alone and I don’t understand. My heart hurts so bad, the guilty felling overcoming the beat; it feels as if an elephant is laying on me. It feels like it’s my entire fault.

I sit down, knees up and arms crossed over them providing a rest for my head. And even though I’m crying I can still hear what is coming from above. No crying or yelling could cover the sound of a gunshot. I scream out in fright and put my hands in my ears to shield the noise, but there is only mores shooting.

“HELP! HELP ME PLEASE!” I scream threw sobs. I can now hear the ground shake above me. I can hear things rattle above. I can hear the screams of dieing people. I can hear the gunshots. This is one thing that I’m happy for not being able to see.

I wipe my runny nose and my salty tear streaked face, and try to calm my breathing to a regular state. It’s all stopped, not a sound in is heard. I sit there, head leant back against the concrete, and smile. As the gunshots, and cries of pain were heard all I thought about was death. I imagined those people scrambling for a way out and falling to the ground, a pain in their sides.

“Hello?” I hear in a faint whisper.

“Help me! Hello!” I scream back. I hear a knob jingle and then a door open. I look around to figure out where the sound was coming from, but I got nothing.

“Where are you?” I hear them shout in a louder voice, a nearer voice.

“Down here! Here! I’m over here!” I repeat over and over again, saying it louder and more determined each time. I’m leaving this place, someone is saving me. I hear footsteps coming out of nowhere and then another door opening only to shine a line of light. I shield my hand over my face to hide from the light that’s making my horrible ache to a migraine.

Now in a story you would find out my hero, but this isn't the order of events its happened in my life. You'll Have to wait,just as I waited, to find out. And even though you may have to wait longer...Life isn't fair. This isn't a fairy tale, welcome to my life.

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“Are you okay?” He asks me from the doorway. I still haven’t let my shield down to take a look at the man.

“Yeah fine.” I say in a hushed tone as I lower my hand, I ease up to cautiously take in the light. I still cannot see him so I slowly stand up and walk to him. I walk firmly, but wary, and almost as it is a dance he waits for me ready for me to take his hand when I get there.
“Why are you here?” I ask once I reach him, before I see him because that would take care of my question. He’s a white male, probably 40 or below, grungy, bloody cloths. But the thing that sets him off is his tattoo…..The Red Mafia. I look at him, right in the eyes; I show all my fright. I thought this man would save me, but he’s no better than the one that would kill me.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He says in a comforting voice and gently raises his hand, outstretched for me to take it. I look down and he comes close to my face and looks in my eyes. “I’m here to save you.” That’s all I needed. My mind is screaming: NO! DON’T TRUST A MAIFA LEADER, YOU KNOW, THE ONE UPSTAIRS KILLING ALL THOSE PEOPLE! But you’ve got to know me pretty well so maybe you understand. I take his hand and he leads me up the stairs and to the room. The room where I heard everything,

“What’s your name kid?” He asks as we stand in what seems the living room and look around at all the dead bodies. All the blood. But these are the people who where going to hurt me, who did hurt me. So I smiled and looked up at the red mafia leader.

“Liz, and yours?” I suppose I found some comfort in those peoples death and this comfort leads to way to much self-confidence. He looks down in me with smiling eyes, almost as he was prepared for a different action, like he finds me interesting. He returns the smile.

“I’m called dad in this Mafia. I’m not to give out my real name.” He looks down at me for understanding and once he gets it he goes on. “Listen Liz.” He smiles as he says my name for the first time. “I can’t return you home, your going to have to come with me. We came to ambush the Mexican mafia when one of my…members told me there was a prisoner downstairs. A little girl. I know I may be a Mafia leader, but I don’t take to well to torture to children. We only terrorize the people who deserve to be punished. The only reason people are so afraid of us is that they don’t know what these people we killed did. See we dug up the dirt, they only glanced over the surface.” He states with a serious tone, catching my eye every time they wonder to his members cleaning up the mess. Cleaning up their crime.

“Why can’t I go home?” I ask in a hurt tone as I remember my crying fit over the one thing I cant seem to get my hands on.

“We can’t have them looking into the Mexican Mafia, it would lead to know where since their gone. The only other place it could stager is to us. We can’t take that risk.” He says in a serious work tone voice, which scares me. How can one man be so happy and smiley and then go all G.I. Joe? “Kolb! (sounds like cole-b) get over here!”

“Yes sir.” A young man says as he lets go of a dead mans arm and walks over to use.

“Take Liz to the car, protect her till I return.”

“Yes sir.” He says as he wipes his hands on his shirt and grabs my hand to lead me away. ‘I thought he was called dad? Hmph.’ He opens the door and I step out, my breath cot in my throat. The air is so much breathable, so thin, instead of weighed down. It’s cold, but I miss the feeling, actually I miss feeling anything. I felt like a stone wall in that house and out here I’m a bird.

“Come on.” He tells me as he pulls me down the walk way to a car in the drive-way. Once again he opens the car door for me and I enter, him behind me.The van is a beat-up old brown thing, but once we enter it’s all whole other story.

“Close your mouth.” He smirks at me and goes to sit down in one of the leather seats. The seating arrangement is like one of a limos. The seats are all black, real leather, being rich you notice things. There is a mini bar, with actual beer this time. The ceiling is also some fabric, but it reflects things. It’s not shiny or anything it’s like really weird. I think these guys made it up cause I haven’t seen any fabric like it a mirror.

“The first time I came in here I had the same expression.” He laughs at me as I take a seat next to him. “Bullet proof windows, under the seats are a load of guns, that are in use at the moment.” He tells me as he pours himself a cup of some sort of beer.

“How long have I been in there? I just woke up, but maybe I was like in they’re for like 2 seconds.” I ask in curiosity. He stops pouring his drink and sits back down.

“Well actually you’ve been in there for a week.” He tells me as he gives me a week smile. “I’ve seen you on the news, people are looking for you like crazy.”

“I was on the news?” I say in disbelief.

“Yep. Ugh!” He says as we start to move and his drink spills on him. “Well looks like were going home, sista.” He grins as he grabs napkins to clean himself up.

We drive in the car for about an hour or more until we stop. The boy stands up to open the door and I exit, him coming after me to shut the door. Were standing in the middle of know where. A big area of nothing, but grass.

“He owns it.” He whispers in my ear. I hit him playfully as he starts to walk somewhere, and I follow.

“Well sorry that I have to stare at everything, but this is a little overwhelming. I mean, come on, I’m your ‘sista’” I use the little bunny ear quote.” And I don’t even know your name.” I say in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Well Sista, my name is Sean. Sean Kolb (cole-b).” He says as he drapes a hand around my back. “I already know all about you.”

“Oh and How’s that?” I question him.

“It’s my job.” He tells me as he leads me to a rock.

“Are we gonna sit on it.” I say sarcastically. “At least I don’t stare at rocks.” I say under my breath.

Out of the rock came a green light scanning over Seans eyes. The rock then made a little clicking noise and opened up, only to show a whole other world. My new world.

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“HIGHER!……..HIGHER!”

“I’m trying.” I yell out in frustration. I’ve been in the underground home, for about a week now, training with the Mafia. I’m learning how to fight.

“Well Liz if your going to make it anywhere in the world your gonna have to kick much higher.” Sean tells me, in a standing position then back to his squat sit, ready for me to kick again. We’ve been at it for 3 hours. I’m sweating like a crazy fat cow. My shirt has like two colors. Near the armpits and the collar are a see threw material and then the rest is white.

“Ugh Ugh Ugh.” I yell as I kick the padding on his hand.

“Better, good. What the…”

“Liz you’re getting to be quite the fighter.” I look over to the door to see my dad in leaning against the door, then back down to Sean. Lying on the floor blowing on his hands, I have been getting better.

“Daddy.” I yell as I run towards him enveloping him in a hug. “Were have you been, your supposed to be teaching me how to fight.” I tell him in a serious tone, looking up at him while in his arms.

“I had some work baby.” He tells me, as he kiss’s my head. While I’ve been living here ‘dad’ had become my dad. Although, most of his morals are something along the line of violence he’s still a good dad. And the freedom? Don’t get me started.

“Well then it looks like I have to catch up then.” He ogles like you would to a baby, before smiling at me. “Now Sean has taught you the fighting techniques and how to hit, kick, and block. Now you’re perfecting each part.” He tells me as he goes to pick Sean up from the ground, me in tow. “You’ve seem to have a knack for it.” He adds as he pulls Sean up, an amused expression painted on his face. “So lets go.” He says as he puts his fists up in a fighting array. I smirk, putting my hands in the position taught to me.

He comes at me first, aiming for my stomach. I block it, but he lands his free hand in my side. I elbow his face while he’s still distracted. Sean told me that you’re so cooped up in the block then hit technique that you usually aren’t that strong in the protection area. His head flies back then straightens again as if nothing had come his way. I take a punch for his face, he blocks, I go to get him with a kick, but he blocks. We sit there, punching, going on and off on the defensive and offense pose.

“Whew, you are getting quite good.” He tells me as we finish up our fight and wipes his head with a towel.

“Yeah well I have at least a thousand bruises and scrapes.” I whine as I look at my already tender skin blistering away.

“Well were not done yet.” He says as he places his towel back down on the bench. I look up at him in puzzlement. “You know the basics and now I’ve taught you how to perfect a punch; going faster and how not to pain yourself as much. How to kick as high as you can; and the most effective way. How to block; what to do in what situations. But now is the time for the dirty tricks, the tricks only a few people can do. I’ll teach you to fight blind, how to fight dirty, and how to use your resources. You, Liz Parker, are going to be a killer machine.” And the door closes so the privacy of techniques can still be hidden to the world, as it is now. The door closes, but for the first time in a week, another opens.
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“Hey Liz!”

“Waz up Liz.” People shout to me as I walk down the hall, from the gym, to my room. This place has been a heaven, a healing room. The flooring is all steel, the walls blue, with steel trimming at top and bottom. It really looks like a futuristic place. The chairs are all steel, and not like most chairs. Their like beds that you sit on. Their funky shaped and uncomfortable, but very stylish.

As I reach my room I open the door, close it, and run to my bed. I’m so wiped from today. This whole week has been a horror movie. From 4 o’clock in the morning till 12 o’clock at night for the past 8 days I’ve been training. Tomorrow should be a more laid back day, I’m learning how to handle a gun.

Living here has definitely been an eye-opener. I used to be this stuck up rich girl. Now I’m a very thankful young woman. I’m killer, strong, and a mystery. As soon as I get out of this place, if I get out, I’ll be a killer babe. Or so says daddy.
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“Good morning.” My father says as he walks around the shooting rink. He grabs a gun and hands it to me.

“It’s kind of heavy.” I say as I inspect the gun. It’s small, black, and has a long neck.

“Okay now, hold the gun like so.” He tells me as he shows the correct placement of your hands on a gun, using a twin gun for example. As soon as I get the handling down he goes to show me how to load. “Now the most efficient way is to line the bullets like this, in your hands. Open the gun, slide them in…and pull the load shaft. Ta da.” I try a couple times and fail miserably. Of course at some point I get in down and I’m like doing this so fast I look deadly. I never noticed until now, but looking in the mirror at my dark, girly appearance holding a gun is sexy. My dark hair cascading down my back and shoulders, practically hiding my face. My eyes dark, and yet so naïve. While I hold a gun and look to innocent, something about it is just a rush. And…

“Stop looking at yourself.” My dad smirks as he watches me spin around, stop, and aim my gun.

“Sorry.” I blush as I get in my placement and straighten up, and take my shots.

“Hold your gun higher, straighten your arms. Were going to have to do some stretches so you can straighten your arms. Legs apart. Head held straight forward at the target.” He barks his commands as I shoot my gun. We pull in the sheet of paper I have been shooting when I’m done. I’ve hit the point straight on most of the time; while I have some points a millimeter off, if that. I go to put down my gun when my father hands me another.

“Gun two.” He tells me as he starts teaching me how to hold, lock, and shoot this gun. I look at the table where I put down my gun, and where my dad picked another up. And see about twenty more guns. Did I say this day was going o be easier, because I lied.

“Eye’s on the target Liz!”
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So it’s official, I’m part of the family. The Mafia. Or to be exact, the ‘Red Mafia’. My invitation into the group would be as any other was invited to, I beat the crap out of a couple of the best fighters in the world. That makes me one of them, so concludes my new group of friends.

It’s been ten months since I was taken from my family. I’ve become more rough I’d say. I now where leather pants, and really small shirts. It shows off my beautiful 8-pack. All threw training I made sure not to look like an over buff girl, so I did the workouts that most improve your athletic ability but are hard to see.

I sit in my room, dancing, to the music on z100. I’ve tried to stay most true to myself all threw the years. I like the same music. Same style of cloths, just tighter.

Knock Knock

“Come on in.” I say out of breath as I stop in the middle of the room to look at my door.

“Hey Liz.” Sean smiles at me. “Liz I got something to tell ya.” That’s when I understand that what’s happening isn’t going to be good. We go to sit on my bed and I turn off my music. He stares at me for a while, almost preparing himself. A soft hint of sadness no one would be able to find if they didn’t know him the way we’ve got to know each other.

“What’s wrong?” I ask him, taking his hand in mine for some moral support, which looks what he needs.

“Listen Liz.” He says as he looks up at me. “Something happened to dad.” He says slowly, almost as if it’s his first words and he’s collecting what he’s said.

“What do you mean? “I ask in a hurt voice, placing my hand out of his own, and around my waste.

“Come on Liz, the man is a Mafia leader. All the dangerous jobs he has, I’m surprised he’s last this long.” He tells me in his work voice, the voice these people use when they’re too crowded with emotions and use it as a ploy.

“What?” I ask still not believing what is happening. He’s my daddy; nothing is supposed to happen to him, he can’t die. Tears start to roll and I can’t help but thing back to the last night that I cried. The night my dad saved me, and now I cry because my dad left me.

“He was afraid this would happen.” Sean tells me as he takes even breaths, trying to calm himself down. He wipes my tears and smiles. “You cant’ cry Liz.” He tells me. “Because if you do I do.” And we laugh together.

“Listen Liz, dad told me if he ever left to get you out of here. You never knew it, but you’ve always been a target. The only way to get him was to get someone he loved, that someone being you. That’s why he decided to train you because he knew he couldn’t always be there. And the fact that he couldn’t trust a bodyguard, this business has become a stab in the back.”

“So what am I supposed to do?” I ask, trying to keep composure so my voice doesn’t crack. Daddy always told me to be ready for this day. I just wasn’t ready for the day it chose. I was taught to be strong in rough situations, this is definitely rough, and so I’m probably at my strongest.

“Go home.”

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“A 16 year old Elizabeth Parker was found today after almost a year. A 15 year old Elizabeth was found missing when she never came home from the library.” It’s all I hear, it goes over and over again in my head. I try to listen to music, but it’s all interrupted with breaking news. The little girl lost over a year ago is found and is not harmed.

“Elizabeth you have no idea how happy we are to have found you. I mean the odds…well were just lucky, aren’t we?” A peppy blonde says as I enter her car. Sean made me call the cops and report myself; of course we had a major fight. There was cursing, yelling, screaming, punching, pulling…well I’m guessing your getting the drift. It ended with a mental breakdown and the police not understanding what I was saying. They ended up tracking my phone call, and coming to check in. I wouldn’t tell them what was wrong; I just sat there crying. Sean told them though, that’s when they went to take me. Of course I didn’t go down without a fight. I kicked, screamed, and cried really hard that it hurt. It was almost like a movie. The cops pulling me away with my arms outstretched to Sean, begging and pleading for him to save me. They shoved me into the back of the car and I drove off, watching Sean leave me in slow motion. It felt like a bullet slowly entering my heart. And at the moment I died…funny, when I left my family I never got this desperate. Makes me wonder…

“I’m miss Deluca.” She says in that same perk talk thing she does as she brings her hand out for me. I don’t even flinch, just look forward.

“Okay then.” She says, slowly lowering her arm. “Listen babe I’m not sure if now is the time to tell you all this, but it’s my job and you don’t exactly look…how do I put this.” She says as she taps her hands on the car seat; chin up, eyes closed…defiantly a blonde thinking moment…I’ll just leave her alone.

“Actually I’m a friend of your mothers.” She smiles looking for a reaction.

“And while you were gone your father and mother were having a tough time.” She explains to me as we ride in the car, to what they said was…home.

“They got divorced. Your father still lives where you left, but your mother has moved. Now Jamie, Tyler, and Shawn live with your dad.” Daddy, my real daddy, my dead daddy. “And when your mother found out that you were back she wanted you. Your father felt guilty, taking all her other children, so he didn’t put up a fight. So now you’re living in Roswell, New Mexico. We’ll be seeing each other a lot. Your mother owns a brilliant restaurant, the Crash Down; it’s a big hit. I understand you’ve been on two planes to get here and that you’re tired.” She says, making excuses for my unusual behavior.

“And hopefully it explains your attitude toward the police. They say there was a boy there. Who?” She asks, flipping over in her seat to face me. I look at her, in the face I’ve been sporting all the while and she turns back around. “I understand that this is a hard time for you. I can’t even imagine what you’ve been threw. It must have been horrible.” She whispers in a very ‘I’m so sorry’ voice.

“Oh lookie were here.” She screeches as she opens the car door leaving me to just sit there. She starts walking toward a restaurant; I thought she said I’m going home. She stops as she notices I’m not following, and grins, coming back down to get me.

“Come on your mother is waiting for you inside. We closed down the whole café for your arrival.” She starts babbling as we walk toward the restaurant. “Well my baby is still there, along with some other people. Were all pretty good friends and we thought you should meet the whole family? The kids, and the parents because mostly you’ll be living with these people…”

“Liz.” I hear a women scream as Ms. Deluca opens the door to let me in. Almost in that exact moment I feel enveloped in a massive hug. “Lizzie. Lizzie.” I hear her chanting again and again as she strokes my hair. I look behind her to see 1 other parent, and miss Deluca. My mother lets go of me and puts her hand in the small of my back, leading me over to the rest of the people.

“Nancy.” One of the men says. At his words my mothers face saddens. “I’ve put myself in a big danger zone already. I need to make this as constructive as possible.”

“Okay.” She says as she squeezes my hand. Ms. Deluca stands forward and leads my mother, the man, herself, and me to a booth. “Listen Liz I know you may not be ready for this, but Mr.Valenti has to interview you.” I smile at my mother, my first emotion in hours. I think that this reaction make both my mother, and Miss. Deluca, very pleased.

“Okay Liz lets make this as little painful as possible. I’m Jim, the sheriff, and I’ll be asking you questions. If you ever feel uncomfortable tell me and we can go somewhere more private.”

“I’m fine.” Is my first sentence, I know, brilliant. I look around for the people Miss. Deluca was speaking about.

“Oh there not here yet.” She says, like she new what I was thinking.

“Well I suppose the first thing we should discuss is your privacy. See, her in Roswell news from the outside world hardly ever enters. We have one television news station around here. I don’t think they bothered to put anything along the lines of your kidnapping on air seeing that you did live quiet a ways away. So no one knows your circumstance, well that is of course, besides your mother, Amy, the Evans, and the Whitman’s. Only the parents that is. Now for the business.” He says pulling out a pad of paper and a pencil. “Do you remember the first thing about when these people tries to take you? If you could tell me anything you know about them. And how did they get you from the library”

“I didn’t make it to the library.” I pause, expecting another question, but he looks on for more. “A car, an old car. I tripped.” I laughed, remembering that day. “I had to many books. “I explained when they looked at me quizzically. I cough slightly trying to cover my giggle fit they seem not to care for.

“Um…ok then. Did they ever hurt you physically?” He asks, looking me up and down. I hear my mother hold in a sigh. I see Amy, who I’ve happen to discover is also Miss. Deluca, whisper something under her breath. To tell you the truth I think I’ve had enough. I didn’t talk to the police when they first took me, in fact I was in handcuffs, I was putting some of my talents to use. These secrets, the mafia. Hiding their own world, the world I wish to live in, buts it’s not safe anymore, and daddy can’t protect me. Sean told me that when the rest of the Mafia gets a hold of his death it’s going to be hectic. To hectic for me.

“Oh lord almighty.” I hear someone sob. I realize that I’ve been staring off to space. They must have taken the reaction the wrong way.

“No it’s not like that.” I quickly answer. I look around at everyone at the table, looking at me the way you look at…someone like me.

“Listen.” I sigh, I can’t tell them everything. But if closure is what they want, then that’s what they should get.

“I’m only going to say this once. Over these past few months I know things now that not a lot of kids can’t even imagine. I’m probably more suit for your job, sheriff, then you’d ever know.” I say jokingly, I mean come on I can probably beat the man’s bootie. I can probably see things more threw a serial killers mind. They look at me hard; I suppose that wasn’t very funny after all…

“The people who took me aren’t just regular loonies. I played in some really hard-core things. You wont find the people who took me, because they’re dead.” I’ve never really spoken about that day. It scares me, I could have been hurt. What would have happened to me? I look straight on, finishing what I said in my cold eyes. The eyes everyone uses in my business to cloud the truth. To cloud what they did, you must have been asking all threw my life how could they kill all these people without regret. I’ll tell you from experience, if you’re strong enough to kill a person, then you’re strong enough to hide it.

I know the tension has risen about higher than a giraffe could jump if he were a kangaroo.
“The people who saved me…The people…The…The.” I break down in tears. How could they think daddy hurt me? How could they do this, how could I do this. “Mommy don’t worry. Don’t worry mommy. I was fine. Daddy, Daddy save me! He saved me, he loved me. Then Sean…Sean! Mommy Sean!” I cry, it all comes back to me. There are thing I chose not to say, things that I chose not to become a reality. A chunk of my life missing, I hoped you haven’t forgotten. Forgotten this is my life, not my story. In my life there are things I can’t think or talk about without going crazy, things you cant read. Because that’s my life, a blank board always being erased. And can you read that fast, before its gone. Life flashes over in a minute, can you understand that? Can you understand my life?
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After my crying fit my mother was so outraged with Jim that she took me threw the back room in the restaurant, little did I know that it lead to a fleet of stairs to my home. At least my new home.

“Living Room…Bathroom…Kitchen…My room…And.” She says, stopping at a door. “Here is your room.” She opens the door and steps aside. The room is really big; I see another open door that shows a bathroom…I remember before I left wanting a bathroom in my room.

“Thank you mom.” Is all I can say at the moment. I had to adapt to a different lifestyle and now I have to adapt back.

“Liz I know this is going to be hard, and that we were never the best of friends last time. I want to make our life better now. Put behind the bad, I was thinking you could start working at the crash down.” She says suggestively. I smile at her attempt to warm me up, make me feel welcome.

I take her hand, and for the first time yet give my million-dollar smile. The smile that shows my million-dollar teeth. “Don’t worry mom. I don’t want you to think that I’ve suffered, I got lucky mom. I met someone who helped me, he became my dad. I made a family, a loving family. I even had a brother with the same name, but spelt differently.”

My mother forces a smile. “I think I’m just so happy to have you that it makes me want to cry.” She laughs. “I’m having a hard time believing this Liz.” I know what she’s thinking, how could you replace me?

“Mom I love you and I never stopped. It’s just that when I was taken, and saved, I knew I had to make the best of my life, For you. I didn’t want to come back messed up so I had to create a healthy environment for me. No one could replace you mom.” I finish, holding in a waterfall, behind my eyelids. “Because I love.” I whisper. I can see her starting to cry. I go to hug her, and she hugs me back. We stay like that, in each other’s arms, for a while.

She takes a deep breath and leans back slightly, just enough to dry her eyes. “We have to go down stairs. A whole bunch of my best friends and their children are down their waiting for you. Like the sheriff said, none of them know. If they ask you lived with your father this whole time.”

I take this time to get up and compose myself, taking a first real look at my room. I have the same bed I had at my old house. Green comforter, wood headboard. I see a couple bags on the floor. I look closer and see a note.

“I’ll be right down, I’m just going to wash up.” I tell her as she exists. I bend down to read the note.

Sista!,
It’s Sean. I thought I could bring some of your cloths home…although they don’t look to appropriate for this town. Live a good life, I’ll be watching you. Inside is a gun and some bullets. If you do use them, I’ll be able to tell when you’ll need more bullets after all I will be watching you. I’ll come for visits and all that shit.

Your brota,
Sean

I look threw the suit case and find the gun. I put it under my mattress, looking down the hall to see if anyone saw me, then left. At the moment I hadn’t found out about my deck, or the window that leads to it. So I probably didn’t see the boy standing there, watching me.

[chickaroswell]

I take a quick check in the mirror, combing my hair quickly before heading downstairs to face a new world. There are so many places to be on this planet, so many places to start over. So many places to crash.

I take slow steps, postponing the joint between my mom’s world and mine. This is what daddy would have wanted, me to go home. It also helps that I’m bringing a few more academics home, watch out sports people Liz Parker is stronger than the best man on the team.

I enter threw the door to see a couple people sitting on the booths, while some stand. I don’t really seem to attract their attention when I first arrive so I stand and look at these people. Their all parents, they all seem happy; they must live a good life. Maybe this can be a good life.

“Oh Liz!” My mother screams from across the room as she comes to get me. All eyes are now on me and I give a shy smile slowly walking backwards, but not to my knowledge. “Don’t be shy. You’ve met Amy and Jim.” My mother says as she introduces me to the less formal people I met a few minutes ago. Jim seems out of uniform and in another. With the big belt, tight blue jeans, and stripped tanish shirt he’s pulling off the cowboy look. Who new the man in uniform had it in him.

I look over to Amy who seems to still have that spit-fire energy flaming off her. She also is dressed down. Instead of her long skirt and blouse she now wears tight white jeans, a tight baby blue shirt, along with a white jean jacket. She has the whole mature teenage thing going on.

“The Evans, The Whitman’s, The Harding’s.” My mother acquaints me to her friends, sliding from one adult to another. “And I have a surprise for you!” My mother ecstatically announces.

I look around at everyone starring at me, intrigued, as if to study my every emotion to see my exact reaction. I tremble under their gazes and chokingly try to answer my mother. “What is it?” I say adding a forced grin. I’ve never liked surprises they always seem to go out of the way to make things more difficult.

“Well I thought you’d figure it out.” She points out sarcastically and somewhat surprised. “I mean your not gonna come home after being gone for a year and not see your family.” Just as my mother finishes her story they come in.

They all look different, older. Jamie is probably 13 now she has cut her hair short and seems to have gained a few pounds. The color of her hair is a tint of read, but somewhere in-between blonde and brunet.

Shawn is a lot taller he’s now 17? He has long deep brown hair…wait is that a resemblance to Clark Clint?! Holly crap that is, I think that’s enough of a picture.

Tyler, who is now 19, looks exactly the same. He never did age. Still tall, dark, and handsome. They’re all a mixture of my mom and my dad. Dad. He looks aged, more wrinkles, but other than that he’s the same man I lost a year ago.

All of us stand there for a while in acquired silence, taking each other in. My mother is the first to speak. “Oh come on you guys have all the time in the world to stare at each other. Get acquainted, talk!” The rest of the parents seem to start to socialize again to try and regain control over the matter. My three brothers and sisters seem to sit in their own booth, shielding themselves from the hustle of people around them.

I stand-alone as does my father. He starts to come to me, everyone making an isle for him as if this is what they wanted, what they planned.

“Lizzie? Is that you?” My father asks in a high-pitched distressed tone. He stands there looking down on me with tears in his eyes. This man isn’t my father, he never was. I never knew it till I got the real thing.

“Yeah.” I reply in a sheepish grin.

“Well are you okay? Do you like the stay here?” He asks as he checks me over, I don’t know what these people are looking for.

“Yeah fine.” I reply more coldly this time, I’m not in the mood to deal with him because he’s a reminder of what I lost.

“Liz please talk to me. Tell me that you’re ok.” He pries with a ting a hurt in his eyes, but also in his statement.

“I’m fine Jeff. I’m just going to go over and get a soda.” I say making a point not to look in his eyes and to not get another quick statement from him. I walk behind the green counters to reach the soda machine I’ve been eyeing for hours now. I pick up a cup nearby and fill it up with Dr. Pepper.

“What is wrong with you?” I hear someone demand behind me I turn around and…oh my brother. He doesn’t look too happy. I smirk at him showing that I haven’t been affected by his abrupt state. This only seems to fuel the power within as he comes to grab my hand and yank me towards the restaurant doors. Everyone seems to stop mid-sentence to look at us. I notice Jamie and Shawn looking at me with evil eyes. Must be that thing I didn’t say to Jeff/Dad.

Tyler pulls me outside and around the corner to the hidden ally way. “Who do you think you are?!” He interrogates as he pushes me up against the mossy, dirty, grimy, wet brick walls.

“What do you mean?” I ask in all innocence’s. I actually find the whole light of the situation to be horseplay. I don’t think he realizes how deep in shit he is at the moment. If I don’t kill him the one who now lurks in the shadows will attack.

“You can’t just treat, whoever you chose to, like trash. You’ve been detached from the world and because of your experience you’re going to be put in your place in the near future.”

“I’m glad to be back to.” I chirp in a way to saturated sarcastic voice. He slams a fist in the brick next to my ear, I suppose this is supposed to intimate me but I’ve been threw worse. Like physical contact!

“Nobody cares where the hell you’ve been. Not me, not Jamie, not Sean, not Jeff.” He mimics. “I think we all hope the people who took you beat you to the pulp.” He adds in an all to harsh tone.

“Well Tyler.” I say while pushing back and I step forward, touching his chest as I move him slowly as I take step by step. “I’ll have you know I wasn’t the one beaten to the pulp, but it was the ones who bugged me…wait did you hear that buzz? Oh its you, you little cockroach.” I venomsly spit at him. He goes for the punch but I easily grab his fist in mid air and twist it around to maneuvers his body so he doesn’t face me. Not only does it move the body, but also it slowly breaks the arm. He cries out in pain and I let go because I DON’T treat people like trash.

I leave him as he lies on the ground, in pain. I new I shouldn’t have Holden on that long, I must have sprained it. And as I exit the ally way I hear a small chuckle, echoing threw the air as if it was a message sent to me. I stop in my tracks and look back down the road to only be met with bleak blackness. I smile in the dark, knowing he’s there.

I enter the Crash Down again only this time there’s more people. More people my age, must be the kids of all these parents. I look around for my mom but I can’t find her from where I stand.

“Come on time to meet the kids you’ve been hearing about all day.” Amy says as she leads me over to the group of friends at the bar, where I got my drink. They turn around to look at me for the first time.

Three girls, all-blonde. Jesus their Barbie dolls, although the broad smile they give off is un-fake-able so I take that to consideration as I size them up. There are three guys, one of them has dark hair but he is to short. The other one is blonde, that’s already a minus not to add the all to grungy style. The third one…He is the most gorgeous Man I’ve seen before. Although it’s his eyes that make me stare, they’re so rich, so pure. It’s a solid brown that seem to be the key to the window he holds. I can see, out of the corner of my eye, Amy smile.

“Why don’t we all go sit with your brothers and sisters.” She suggests as she points to my sister, who sits alone, with both of my brothers missing.

“Wow you two look nothing alike.” Someone states bluntly. Giver her a prize people!! We all look at her, but she doesn’t become affected by the hard gazes. “I’m Tess.” She says as she reaches out to great my hand.

“Liz.” I say as I give her hand a light shake.

“Isabel.” One of the Barbie’s say as she waves. I give a soft smile in reply.

“Maria.” One of the girl utters as she comes to hug me…hmm this movement reminds me of someone.

“Maria get off her.” One of the boys moans as he comes to pull her away from me, all while my hands stand in the air like an officer orders when your on the run. “Michael.” He grunts as he tilts his head… is that my hello?

The short dark one hops off his chair. “Kyle Valenti.” He says in a silky voice, getting down on his knees as he takes my hand to kiss it. He looks up at me with suggestive eyes; I just give one of those disgusted smiles, but quickly cover up with a semi-normal one. I suppose my face just had a spasm at that.

“Max.” The last one says as he blushes and gets up to shake my hand. Our hands connect and I feel a tingle go all up my arm. I just hold his hand as I trimmer, and regain control. He lowers his head as he sticks his hands in his jeans. I blush also, feeling caught for showing interest. Never show interest otherwise they know what to go for, what will blind you. You cant be blind in my world…my old world, where that doesn’t have any use now.

“Help us!” Shawn says as he rushes into the room, out of breath, and holding on to the door handle for dear life. “Someone’s attacking Tyler and I, he came out of nowhere like a bat outa hell.” The three boys immediately rush outside as Shawn gets help from the sheriff to sit down and then takes out a gun hidden under his cloths and leaves of to help the boys.

“Oh shit.” I say as it registers that it’s more than likely Sean out there beating him up. I rush out the door hearing gasps from the girls behind me, and also running feet. They’re coming to.

I turn to the ally to see Sean taking them all on. Blocking their blows with his feet, arms, and just plain air dodging. Max is next to the pavement a little disoriented. Kyle is also out of the game, as he runs away from him yelling ‘who the hell are you.’

I see the sheriff point the gun at Sean as he takes on a near death Tyler and Michael. I run to the sheriff and hit the gun out of his hand. Then I run over to Sean, I fling Tyler aside with ease. As I go to get Michael he flings around and trys to punch me. I dodge it and he keeps on going for me and I keep dodging. At some point I’m moving so fast that I look like I’m off the matrix, but I cant dodge forever if he starts picking up the pace. I duck to dodge the last blow as I twirl while stretching one leg forward and trip him. He lies on the floor looking at me with fierce anger. I just go over to Sean and help pick him up.

“What the hell is this?” I hear Tyler yell as he wipes the blood from his mouth. All threw the fight everyone seems to have gathered outside, looking at me as if I were the plague.

“The boy.” I hear Amy mutter.

“It was all just a misunderstanding.” I rush out as I look at Max’s bleeding face, he looks surprised and I look at him for forgiveness. He gives a quick hidden smile that melts me and puts my mid to mush. Which has an affect on my next statment. “This is Sean, can we keep him?!”

[chickaroswell]

After the incident the sheriff wanted to take Sean and Tyler in to the station to resolve the issues. Everyone grabbed his or her kids and left, going home, ready to play doctor to their very injured children. Although I found it odd that Michael left with Evans seeing as I heard them speaking about their two children, not three. The Whitman’s also leave without a third wing.

My mom ushered me upstairs the moment everyone left so she could speak to my dad. While taking a little adventure around my room I came to discover that my, one and only, window doesn’t lead to blue skies, but in fact, it leads to gray concrete. No sooner than that I was on a balcony.

The view was beautiful. The sky was now dark with tiny specks of light illuminating the sky. The ground beneath is an endless dark pit, and there I was. In the middle. It was as if I was floating between nothingness and pure joy. That where I stood there was no good or bad. It felt like I couldn’t feel anything because you couldn’t only chose one.

I ran and jumped threw the window, landing with a big oomph on my stomach. I laughed, just lay there and laughed instead of crying. I found it to be a more efficient way to rid you of emotions. I was laughing at the face of danger. I got up and tugged at the edge of my comforter, pulling it completely off. I also grabbed a few pillows on the floor that had just fallen with the blanket. I threw it all, in a bundle, out the window climbing in after it. I spread out the blanket, having it fluffy enough to provide some cushion. I placed the pillows along my body in hopes to stay warm.

“Figured you be out here.” I hear someone say as they jump over the railing from the latter.

“Sean!” I yell as I jump up to hug him, glad to see he didn’t get in to much trouble for the incident. “So what’ going to happen?”

He laughs, “So much for laying low.” His voice turns more serious as he breaks our hug to look at me, eye to eye. “ That Amy chick was trying to convince the sheriff that I was the boy who told the cops your name. She wants to place me in your whole ‘she got kidnapped’ shit.”

I gasp, in shock. “Oh no!”

“I played it off, but where going to have to be more careful. We don’t want them to get suspicious and add my name to the on-going investigation. Plus the little act we gave, me against all those guys and you dodging all those throw. Which, by the way, was awesome but it can’t be a regular scheduled act. I know for a fact you could have token him out a lot earlier, I saw many opportunities. Some one was showing off!”

I blushed, knowing he caught me. I bite my lower lip in deep thought seeing if there’s any way we can fix. I cant help that my thoughts wander to the what ifs. What if Sean never showed up? I know it’s a horrible thing to think of, but it would make my whole fitting in a little easier.

Sean face falls as we stand there, in silence. Thinking about the only things we can’t discuss. The things that shut us up, verbally and physically. We both go to lay on the blanket. He has an arm around me as my headrest on his chest.

“Is everything going to be okay?” I ask, sounding nothing like my normal demeanor.

“Yeah.” He sighs. “I think so.

“I miss daddy.” I add as the stars slowly cloud over leaving both darkness above and below. Mocking me, telling me I’ll never be safe. I hear my parents shouting and Sean tightens his grip, pulling me closer into his chest. I close my eyes, and again, greeted with darkness, but this time it’s my own.

“Wake up!” I hear a voice; breaking threw the darkness that is supposed to be my dreams. I slowly blink my eyes open and look to see Jamie standing above me. As soon as she sees my eyes open she leaves out of my viewpoint. I hear her struggling threw the window, as some few words that shouldn’t be in her vocabulary.

I adjust to the light and come to sit up. A blanket falls to my lap and I look over to see Sean covered with the other half. My mom must have come to see me last night. I feel asleep in my cloths from yesterday. I’m wearing one my loser fitting leather pants, that barley hold up, and rest lightly on my hips. I wear a smaller, tighter shirt that shows my trim stomach. It stops at my belly button, enough to show some abs, but not enough to tell I work out 24/7. I blush at the thought of everyone seeing me like this yesterday, as I recall what they where wearing. Just plain Jeans and lose fitting shirts.

I entered the kitchen, checked the bathroom, and looked in my mom’s room but found no sign of life. I figure there all in the restaurant so I decide to go down there.

“Hey have you-“ I stop, mid sentence, as I barge threw the kitchen doors to see Michael they’re flipping the burgers.

He looks at me sternly then his eyes go wider and I swear I see a light bulb go off. “You’re the chick!” He spits out.

I look at him in question. “The-”

“Chick.” He spits out, cutting me off.

“Who’s the-”

“You.” He adds impatiently, going back to his burgers, as if bored with me. I take this chance to slowly back out of the kitchen.

“Ow!” I hear someone yelp from behind me and feel the contact of another body. I turn around quickly, concern plastered on my face.

“Oh lord, I’m so sorry. It’s just.” I rush out, thinking of any excuse to cover up another one of my ruder behaviors.

“SHH.” She stops me. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Your Tess.” I ask more than state, remembering her from last night. “Why are you talking to me?” I ask again remembering the events of last night and the reaction from Michael.

Her eyes zone out and looks like she’s having a hard problem thinking, or deciding something. “I know what it feels like.” She says quietly and randomly, coming out from her La La land to look me in the eye, only to show a mixture of emotions flashing by to fast to read.

“What, what’s like?” I have to ask.

“To be afraid to be yourself because your afraid of yourself.” She adds, wraping her arms around her waist. I stare at her, amazed at how she can read me. Or maybe she wasn't. I look at the girl before me and see me.

[chickaroswell]

As soon as Tess finished her statement I stood there, quiet. Eventually when I saw a tear stream down her face I invited her upstairs. We talked for a while about how hard it was for Isabel to finally warm up to her. That all she wanted was expectance from these people. She explained they were best of friends when they were younger, but then she had moved away leaving her alone at her new school. She never was the social bug. Now that coming back all she wanted was to have back the past she had. When she was happy. When she wasn’t alone. Things change, I know that, more then anyone would.

Once she told me her life story she slumped back against my chest. While explaining her high school years she had become a mess. It started as a hug but she stayed when it was over, her crying on my shoulder. I’ve become tired too, even though I had just woken two hours earlier.

“What about you?” She asks, sitting up and wiping her face.

“What about me?” I counter back, feeling the need to defend myself. But I speak in a less harsh tone, knowing she meant no harm.

“How could you dodge all Michaels throws? Why do you look so sad when you think no ones looking?” She rushes out with curiosity. I knew this would come.

I sigh, getting tired of living a lie. “I have two older brothers as you know. I took classes when I was younger, still do in fact.” I figure it’s an easy excuse; after all know-a-days everyone takes some sort of class.

“That’s really cool, but it doesn’t answer my last question. I told you my reason…”She trails off, waiting for a response in anticipation.

I take in a deep breath, I want a friend. No. I need one and Tess seems to be the best pick. “I was gone for a long time. Neither with my mom or dad.”

She looked at me, puzzled. “Then where were you?” She whispers as if it were a secret. She’s already getting used to my life style.

“I ran away.” I tell her. I’m not lieing I could have come but chose not to. Isn’t that running, physically no, but emotionally I ran from my family. Away from myself. She some how amazes me again by not pushing on for more. Instead she smiles and waits for me to come down from my emotional high.

I look around my room and for the first I feel at home. I smile at Tess, my new friend and stand up. “How old are we? 16? Where way to young to be moping around.” I say trying to lighten the mood. “Lets go eat the most expensive foods from the crash down and not pay for them. Not as far as pulling grays from our parents hair, but baby steps, baby steps. After all we WERE the goody-to-shoes we cant just change over night!” I mock getting a giggle from Tess in reply.

“Waitress, oh waitress!” I mimic, acting like an impatient customer. I hear Tess holding in a giggle she turns to the wall, back facing the resturant, and explodes in laughter. I soon join in.

“Tess?!” I hear someone say behind us and our laughter dies out into spontaneous giggles.

“Isabel?” Tess states in surprise, horror shinning threw her eyes.

“Can I have a moment with you.” She asks, keeping her gaze cold. Nothing like the Isabel I met the other night. I look behind her to see she’s joined with a few other Barbie dolls.

“Yeah.” She says and Isabel walks off expecting her to trail behind her like a trained dog. She goes to get up to obey her master but I stop her.

“Listen you don’t need her expectance anymore. Don’t be like the girl I saw a few hours ago, be you. And have fun.” I say while letting her arm go and sliding back into the booth going back to my curly fries.

“Thanks.” She chocks out before regaining composer and going to where Isabel and her posy have taken a seat at a booth. I see her smile and talk freely, ignoring the glares from the other girls and getting a surprised reaction from Isabel. Did I see admiration?

I sit in the booth, alone, waiting for Tess to arrive while I eat my last curly fry. I see the waitress go by, but it’s just not as fun to bug her when Tess isn't around.

“Hi.” Michael grumbles a barely hearable greeting before taking a seat across from me. He starts to finish Tess’s meal and ignores me.

“What are you doing?” I ask after a while of silence and him almost eating every crumb of Tess’s food leaving nothing for her when she returns.

He looks up at me and slowly says, “Eating,” before taking the last slip of the chocolate shake.

“You can’t just come down and eat my food, I don’t know you.”

“This is tess’s food, I know tess.” He retorts again, challenging me with his eyes to question the authority he seems to have imagined. I’m about to say something when the door bell jingles and I see Michael wave someone over, totally forgetting he was talking to me.

“Hey Michael. Liz.” Max says as he takes a seat next to Michael, looking at him in disgust as he shoves his face with pizza. He looks at me, silently asking what I’m still doing here with him. I laugh and Michael looks at me, then Max.

“What.” He grunts, sauce dribbling down his chin.

“Spaceboy!” We hear as the bell jingles again.

“Perfect.” He says clearly this time, throwing down the unfinished pizza. Maria comes up to Max, hand held open for a hug.

“Um…”

“Not for you max, get out.” She says while dropping her arms to let Max out of the cage she made around the other side of the booth. I look at him, he’s smirking, looking at Michael while Michael glares at him. He stands up to hug Maria. She spots the sauce that was running down his face just a few minutes ago. She kisses all down his chin, riding it of the sauce.

“Ugh, Maria!” Max whines, covering his eyes. I watch the exchange go between friends, and smile. I look back to Tess talking with Isabel the way she was talking to me minutes ago.

“I know you’ve seen worse.” She gleams as she turns to Michael, pouting. “Is that my only greeting? This morning Pams boyfriend picked her up and placed her in the car before there date!” She whines out.

I look at Max to still see compete horror on his face, making me wonder what he did see. A squeal diverts my gaze from Max. Michael lifts up Maria and twirls her, but his shirt rides up showing bruises. I forgot about that night, I guess we never did any damage to there faces, but to there bodies.

“I have to go.” I say, interrupting Maria and Michaels happy joining. And missing the longing on Max’s face as he looks from me to them.


I run out the Crash Down and as soon as I turn the corner I start to walk. I start to hear patting footsteps behind me and turn around to see Max running my way.

“Liz I know what made you run outa there.” He breaths out heavily as he reaches me. “Listen, it’s not your fault. Sean explained to Michael the situation and I guess they both understand. You’re right Liz it was a misunderstanding. It’s not your fault.”

I can’t help but smile at his words, but at the same time I keep seeing those bruises over and over again.

“Not. Your. Fault.” He says slowly again as if I didn’t get it the first time.

I laugh. “Not my fault.”

“Good.” He halfway smiles, melting my heart. “Listen you haven’t seen the town yet, I’ll give you the grand tour. Don’t worry if your busy it wont take to long.

“I’d like that.” I smile back, making his grin widen. We stand there for a while, smiling at each other. I bite my lip once the staring contest starts to turn into heated looks. I see his eyes trail up to my lips, from whatever place they where before. He stares at my lips for a while and I start to get self-conscious. “Is there something on my face?” I ask, rubbing down my face.

“No, perfect.” He says in a hushed tone before he realizes the hint of yearning in his voice. A red glow shines of from him and I blush too, after too, realizing his words.

“About that tour.” I squeak out.

“Um yeah, lets do that.” We start to head down the road-a-ways when we see an elderly couple walking down. I decide to go behind Max to let them squeeze threw. Okay, it’s so not my fault that my eyes wondered down!! His shirt kinda got scrunched up, probably from sitting down, and it rests above his…butt. I mean his underwear is showing its hard to not look at.

He doesn’t wear his pants to low, but there not to high. His underwear must be boxer briefs because there is no way he wears tidy-wideys and boxers can’t be that tight. He has a nice small ass. Its round and barley fits his jeans. It has a little meat on it just enough to be plump but not fat. When he walks…..

“Liz you coming up here?”

“What!” I ask, being startled. I look up from his booty to see him staring at me strangly and now in front of me. I nervously smile, trying to cover up my tracks.

“What are you still doing back there, I started to talk to you and I turned over and you weren’t there.” He says worriedly.

“Yeah…I like it back here better.” I choke out before taking a quick glance at the small bundle in his jeans.

“Um, okay if you want to stay back there.” He rushes out before turning back around. He starts to speak and move his hand but my eyes are trained to the whole back-side. I cant help but feel guilty and turn away.

I look over to see a group of girls walking in front of us. There beautiful girls, some blonde, some red head, and others brunette like me. They squeeze threw where the elderly couple had to. I hear them giggle as they walk behind us. I glance behind to see them checking out Max’s butt. I can’t help but feel a jealous surge as they stare at him like I was moments ago. Jealousy can make people do strange things so when I see all those girls looking at his almost naked butt I have to do something. I pull up his jeans and pull down his shirt. He jumps and I hear him mumble ‘what the’ but I ignore him as I grab his hand and lead him away from the girls.

“Liz what are you doing.” I hear Max ask as I pull him down the road, holding his hand. I felt it the moment I touched his back, the heat. When I pulled his pants up it gave me a rush and while pulling down his shirt I felt his smooth back. It all rose my heart beat so I had no choice then try and calm myself down.

“Those girls were looking at your ass.” I say harshly. Pulling him in the opposite direction of any girl, any age.

“So where you.” I hear him smirk. I stop dead in my tracks and look at him. He has a smug look at his face and I bet my face matches his red shirt, I drop my hand from his and look at him, mouth open.

“Did not!” I protest in a squeakey voice.

“It’s ok.” He smiles deviously. “I like your ass too.” He finishes before giving it a little tap. I still look on at him. In horror.

That's when I hear the scream. The gunshots. A car screatching away....and Tesses name.

[chickaroswell]

We ran in the direction of the scream, and the screams that now follow. When we turn the corner the people I saw only minutes ago are now outside in front of the crash down. Most of them petrified, others angry, and then Sean.

I leave Max’s side and go to sit down where Sean is sitting. “Sean what’s going on?!” I gush.

“I’m sorry Liz, I could have probably done something to help her.” Sean says quietly, his eyes never moving from the ground.

“Sean!! What are you talking about? What girl!! Oh god! What girl!! TELL ME SEAN!!” I shake him as I hear the sirens approaching, but he doesn’t move. Tears start to well up in my eyes I’m so scared. Who is this girl? Is it Tess?

“Liz.” He chokes out catching my thoughts. He goes into his jacket and I back up from him so he can reach for whatever he’s getting. He pulls out a letter and hands it to me.

“What’s this?” I ask.

“That’ll explain everything. I only wish I could have told you.” He smiles as says the last part. I clench the letter wondering its importance as I watch his breathing become irregular.

“Sean?” But he doesn’t move, he never has. I should have seen this before. I watched as he slipped away using all his strength to hand me a letter. I hear the ambulance come behind me, the sirens loud, but I don’t hear anything. I just look into his eyes, his blue eyes looking back up to me with love. He looks frozen. He looks dead.

The people come and they perform SPR once they checked his pulse, or lack of. I slowly stand up and back away turning away from him. I go into the place were none of this matters where there was no Sean, their world, my world. I look around and see Max with his sister and Maria, he’s hugging them both. The girls are crying their hearts out and I even see a tear in Max’s. I look over to see Jamie, Tyler, and Shawn all standing next to each other in a state similar to mine.

I feel eyes on me and I turn to see Max looking at me while still holding the girls. I look at him, right in the eyes and I see his emotions change. He looks scared and lost, and I look at him emotionless. I walk down the street, not shielding Sean anymore, and I hear more screams. I turn around again, but don’t stop walking, to see Max looking at me in full-blown tears now.

I don’t understand what’s going on, the only thing I understand is that I’m alone. I look down at my hands and see the letter scrunched up in my fist, covered in blood. He was shot.

I decided to hide in one of the ally ways; I’ve been passing, and sit down in the dark. Enough light for me to see the written words, but enough to shield me from the outside. I open the letter to see the recognizable handwriting from Sean.

Dear Liz,
If you have gotten this letter it means that I have passed, but do not fret my sister you are safe. I only want to say that do not cry over me, wipe those tears!!

I laugh as I read his words, wiping away my tears.

But unfortunately this is not a simple letter. I know this is going to be hard, living with my death, and the truth of this letter. This is the day all your training has been waiting for. Don’t you dare back down now Liz Parker this is supposed to be your strongest point. As you know you are the daughter of one of the most dangerous men in the world, ‘Dad’. Unfortunately that means that a lot of other mafias/gangs would love to get their hand on you. Who wouldn’t want to say they got the most powerful mans daughter. So you must keep yourself safe. We have supplied you with your own home such as which you had with your stay with the mafia. You have weapons, tracking devices, all those high tech thing-a-ma-bobbers, a gym, and so on. If you are ever in danger this is the place to be. You already know how to use everything because you’ve been training on it for the past year. Go to the desert and when you get to the your now leaving Roswell sign stop and from there go east until you see the similar rock I opened a year ago. Say your name and it should open up, it is voice activated so only your voice will open it. Good luck to you my Liz, My sister.

I wipe the few tears that have escaped me. I fold up the letter and put it back in my pocket. I know what I have to do now, to be strong. I am no longer Liz Parker, I’m my daddies little girl. I walk out of the ally way to the busy streets of Roswell. I head back to the Crash Down and see it blocked off. I duck under the yellow tape, punching the cop who came up to try and escort me out. I walk up to where Max, Michael, Maria, and Isabel now sit.

“What’s going on?” I demand.

“Liz.” Max pleads with me, I stare him down showing I’m all business.

“The cops say it was a gang, they took Tess.” Isabel says while starting to cry up again. A gang, huh? I can handle this. I see more cops heading my way, but I ignore their lectures and exit the yellow tape. I can feel Max and the others gaze on me as I walk away. I go to a cop car and quickly hot wire it as I see the cops now running for me, but I zoom off.

They took my brother, my Sean. They took my first friend, my Tess. These people existence makes up the rest of the existence for the rest of the gangs. These are the people who took my life, gave it back, and took it away. They think they can mess with me? These people don’t even know what they started.

I drive on until I see the sign explained in the letter. I stop by the side of the road and walk to the east, waiting until I recognize a rock. I will save my friend, I will take my revenge. But I will never have Sean back, and for that they must die. Forget the laws, they’ve already been broken, and it’s already begun.