So sorry for bothering you will you please please please please please please come back and post more really really really really soon? I can't wait to find out if Liz will call her father?, will Liz change her look?, Will Max, Liz and friends get out of the US and go to Australia? What will happen when they get to Australia? So please please come back and post more really soon?
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Re: Lethal Whispers (ML, MATURE), Ch 51 9/21/15 p. 33
So Tess made up mind to leave for Australia.....
I echo Maria's thoughts..........feel free to go!
Of course Liz would have some doubts about Max's love for her.......or was it Aislin?
I'm glad she will call her father before leaving.
Liz doesn't need to feel trapped with the aliens.
Thanks,
Carolyn
I echo Maria's thoughts..........feel free to go!
Of course Liz would have some doubts about Max's love for her.......or was it Aislin?
I'm glad she will call her father before leaving.
Liz doesn't need to feel trapped with the aliens.
Thanks,
Carolyn
Re: Lethal Whispers (ML, MATURE), Ch 51 9/21/15 p. 33
So sorry for bothering you will you please please please please please please come back and post more really really really really soon? I can't wait to find out if Liz will call her father?, will Liz change her look?, Will Max, Liz and friends get out of the US and go to Australia? What will happen when they get to Australia? So please please come back and post more really soon?
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There'll be an update here later todayL-J-L 76 wrote:So sorry for bothering you will you please please please please please please come back and post more really really really really soon? I can't wait to find out if Liz will call her father?, will Liz change her look?, Will Max, Liz and friends get out of the US and go to Australia? What will happen when they get to Australia? So please please come back and post more really soon?
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Chapter 52
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Helen (Roswelllostcause) - I don't think any of you readers is particularly sad about Tess leaving the group
Thank you for the feedback!
mezz
And I'm with you on your reasoning; I lived in Australia for 5 years and I met quite a number of people that possibly could be aliens... Sure would explain a lot. But maybe that's why I love Australia so much - there are so many aliens there 
P.S. The UFO-activity is not around Sydney, specifically, so you're probably "safe"
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Oh, and I'd probably live in Australia too, if I were an alien
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saori_1902
It's great to be back
So, you're also (along with Eve) a bit suspicious of Tess' intention. Let's wait and see if she gets up to anything else or if she leaves as she said she would. Thank you for the feedback!
Natalie36 - Yeah, let's hope he does
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Carolyn (keepsmiling7)
Thank you for the feedback!
Previously on "Lethal Whispers"...
Max, Tess, Michael and Isabel believe themselves to be aliens, because of them lacking memories from their first living years and having special abilities.
Max brought Liz back from recent death when she was just young. He seems to have formed some type of connection with her since then, enabling himself to see when she's in danger through premonitions.
Liz has been let in on the secret of the aliens walking the earth.
Liz was attacked, drawing the attention of the FBI and the group is now on the run to keep themselves safe.
Liz was just abducted by the special unit of the FBI, asked for the information she has on the group. She was returned just a couple of hours later. Traumatized.
Tess has been trying to get Max interested in her and did a mindwarp on Liz to drive a wedge between Liz and Max.
Max normally works as an EMT, with a colleague named Melissa. Melissa just saved the gang while they were being hunted by the FBI at a mall.
Melissa doesn't seem to like Liz very much; using her powers to "sedate" the girl, which revealed that Liz isn't necessarily the only one in her mind. She seems to share a mind with someone named Aislin.
Melissa told the story of how Max, Isabel, Tess and Michael have all lived before - on the planet Antar. Antar exploded not too long ago, meaning that the aliens are now "stuck on Earth", while the initial plan was for the aliens to eventually return home and reclaim their right to the Antarian throne from Max and Isabel's uncle Khivar.
Zan was married to Ava as a newly crowned prince (after the death of his father due to an Antarian disease), but it was - according to Melissa - rumored that Zan had already fallen in love with a farm girl named Aislin.
There was an uprising; Aislin was killed, but it seems as if her essence was retrieved by Zan, saved along with his own as scientists extracted the essence of the Royal Four and sent them Earth. Young Max accidentally transferred Aislin's essence into Liz's (at the moment) dead body, just before he brought Liz back. This means that Liz and Aislin are sharing the same mind.
Melissa's plan for the aliens are for them to go to Australia, where there is a whole alien community that would be able to protect and hide them. Tess - no longer feeling very welcomed by the group - announced in the previous chapter that she'll not be coming along to Australia.
And Max told Liz to call her father, since she's about to leave the country (the continent) for Australia.
CHAPTER 52
Jeffrey
He was watching a rerun of ‘Live and Let Die’, featuring James Bond, when she called.
He hadn’t really been paying much attention to the movie. He hadn’t really been paying much attention to anything since his daughter left.
He had taken a leave of absence from his work when Liz had showed up on ‘Most Wanted’-lists because he couldn’t stand the judging stares from his co-workers and quickly lost energy about defending why his daughter would never be a criminal.
He could explain himself blue without anyone believing him. After all, if it was on the news it had to be true, right?
Apparently, the group his daughter was running with had robbed a bank, while heavily armed, and had taken an FBI-agent hostage. There was footage of men in black clothing, with ski masks obscuring their faces, all over the news. Jeffrey had to admit that the men had acted extremely violently. They had shot one of the customers when she had freaked out over what was happening and had started screaming. She had been gravelly injured, but was now in a stable condition.
Jeffrey had stopped counting the number of times he had jumped off the couch, only to run up close to the TV-screen to see if he could actually spot Liz in the footage. Considering that the offenders had their faces covered, it was impossible to discern who they were. Even though Jeffrey had searched for gestures and recognizable mannerism that would reveal if one of the smaller sized robbers was in fact his daughter (who had trouble killing even the most annoying fly), he found nothing.
He wondered how the police and the FBI could be so certain of the identities of the people they were hunting, when the faces of the criminals never once showed in that well-aired piece of footage from the bank’s security camera.
Most of the people he came into contact with didn’t say anything, but there were a few ‘You never really know them as well as you think’ and ‘Maybe it was because she lacked a mother figure’ eluding some people. At one point he had considered looking up the parents of the other youngsters paired up with his girl on those ‘Most Wanted’-photographs just to see if they found the whole thing just as hard to believe as he did, or maybe to find out that Liz had ended up in the wrong kind of crowd.
Perhaps he was afraid of what he would find, afraid of finding a truth he wouldn’t like, but he never tracked those parents down. Apparently, they never tried to contact him either. Quite possibly, your children doing criminal activities together was not the best way to bring strangers together.
The number on the display on his cell was unknown and for a second he considered not answering. He’d had his fair share of journalists and reporters calling and the last thing he felt like on a Saturday evening was speaking to the press about what a mistake this whole thing was. Call it intuition or something completely else at work, but Jeffrey was suddenly taken over by the need to answer that phone call.
“Jeffrey Parker.”
There was silence at the other end of the line and Jeffrey briefly wondered if he should have just ignored the phone call, when… “Daddy?”
Jeffrey Parker was in very good health. He loved to run and almost never missed a morning run. He ate healthy, avoided smoking and consumed alcohol in small acceptable amounts on special occasions. But in that moment, Jeffrey was certain that his heart just stopped, its main blood supply blocked off by a major thrombosis caused by years of substance and food abuse (which of course hadn’t happened).
“Daddy?” the voice repeated and the stop eased off, pushing blood through his circulation anew and causing a deep breath to rock his system.
“Lizzie?”
There was a pause before she whispered, “Hi, Daddy,” and he could hear the tears in her voice.
My sweet sweet baby girl.
His eyes were tearing up and he was struggling with what to do first. Scream at her for being so stupid or drown her in ‘I love you’s’ and ‘I miss you’s’. He choose neither. “What happened? Where are you?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice,” his daughter answered, an uncertain evasiveness in her voice which he had almost never heard from his daughter. It meant that she was avoiding speaking the truth. Which further worried him that maybe he had been wrong this whole time and the police had been right.
She had done something wrong and she was a criminal.
“What did you do?” he asked, trying to keep accusation out of his voice but couldn’t hinder the disappointment from seeping through.
“Don’t listen to them,” she croaked, her voice heavy with tears. “I haven’t done anything wrong and neither have my friends.”
He wanted to believe her. He longed to give in to that feeling of relief, but something was very wrong with this picture. “If you haven’t done anything wrong, why are they after you? They’re saying that you robbed a bank. That you have kidnapped a federal agent.”
“It’s all a cover up,” Liz answered and Jeffrey felt himself getting frustrated. And angry. It was not like Liz to lie to him. Even when she had done something wrong by mistake as little, she had always told him straight away anyway. She had been so remorseful. Where was his little girl?
“Liz. It’s not just the police. It’s the FBI. This is big.”
“For reasons I cannot tell you - because they are not my reasons to tell - the FBI threatened us. Because of that, we had to leave. We had to, to save our lives. You have to believe me. We have not abducted any FBI-agent. They made that up. To make the crime more serious; to make everyone look for us.”
“No,” Jeffrey shook his head, which went unseen by the girl at the other end of the line. “That’s ridiculous, Lizzie. The FBI don’t go around making things up. You’re saying that the footage is fake?” Before Liz had a chance to answer, Jeffrey continued, ”And even if you haven’t done anything, you have rights. There’s no way that the government would threatened you, unless you’ve done something wrong. Broken some law. They don’t go around persecuting innocent people. They’re here to protect us.”
“That’s what I thought too,” Liz replied and her voice sounded small. She sounded like his scared five-year-old, telling him that she still couldn’t sleep without a night light after the death of her mother. “But the things they did…The things they threatened to do. They have resources, Daddy. They can do whatever they want. It’s not difficult for them to make us into the bad guy, even though we’re innocent.”
Jeffrey sighed, frustrated. “You sound like a conspirator.”
“I wish I could tell you the whole story,” Liz said, more forcibly. “And maybe some day I can. But for now you just have to believe me. Believe me. Except for when I told you I was traveling the world, I’ve never lied to you.”
He felt his heart break. He wanted to believe her, but he felt like he was being betrayed, being taken for a fool that would believe just about anything. Like she was playing his trust and his love for her. He had known that something had been wrong about the ‘around the world travel’-explanation, making him reluctant to trust her now. “I want to believe you. But this-“
“We’re leaving the country,” Liz interrupted hurriedly and there was an edge to her voice that he didn’t recognize. “I wanted to call you before I leave to let you know that I’m alright and that I’m gonna disappear… For awhile.”
His heart was falling to his toes. “You’re…” He felt weak, devoid of words.
“And I was hoping that you could see past your trust in the system and see me, your daughter. And trust me.”
She was crying now and her pleading was making the heart in his toes throb painfully. He was hurting her, unintentionally.
Listening to her crying at the other end of the line, feeling his throat constricting, he realized that she was telling the truth. Whatever whacked up explanation there was for the government tracking her, there was no delusion or mischief in the earnest sound of her crying. It was the honest and naked sound of a daughter asking for her father’s trust and love.
“Of course I trust you,” he whispered past his tight throat. “I was just a bit taken back by this whole thing. Lizzie, I love you. I miss you so much, baby. I’m so happy to hear that you’re okay, you scared me half to death. I wasn’t sure you were even alive. Or if you had been taken against your will by those people you referred to as your friends just now-“
“They’re really good people,” Liz interrupted, her voice clearing up. “They’d protect me with their lives.”
He inhaled deeply, his eyes following the movements of the muted James Bond movie on the TV in front of him. It was surreal to think that his daughter would fit more perfectly in with the theatrical world in that movie than seated on the TV couch next to him. “That’s good to hear, sweetie.”
“And I would never leave you if I didn’t have any other choice,” Liz pressed on.
“I know,” he answered and he did. He knew how much they meant to each other. “That’s why I was afraid that you were dead. Nothing short of that would remove you from me.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. If it were up to me, you’d be with me right now.”
“I’m just glad you called.”
“I love you,” she whispered and he let a tear fall at her affirmation.
“I love you too, baby. So much.”
There was a pause, during which he could hear the faint breathing of his daughter and the occasional sniffles of her sadness. Then, “I have to go.”
He closed his eyes against the sentence he had feared and expected. “I understand.”
“I love you,” she repeated.
“Love you,” he answered and then she was gone.
She hadn’t noticed him yet, which presented him with the rare opportunity to watch her without her knowing. Like he used to look at that photo of her in the newspaper right before closing his eyes to go to sleep, and how he would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night to the sight of her peaceful sleeping features next to him.
The yellow light from an old naked light bulb attached above the toilet mirror rained down on top of her head, making her blonde hair shine like gold and her skin warm with bronze. She was only wearing panties and a tank top, but the sight made his stomach rumble. She was starting to show; there was a two inches strip of bare skin between the lower edge of her top and the top of her panties where a definite bulge had taken shape.
Our baby.
The thought caught him off guard and sent an unexpected explosion of warmth and love through his body. He had never considered himself a family man, but seeing his child grow inside the woman he loved made him ready to buy a house with a white picket fence plus that damn dog and (what the heck) you might as well throw in that station wagon.
She was wearing her hair down (that soft soft hair) and it curled naturally down her slender neck and across her shoulder blades. She was up close to the mirror, removing make-up with a cotton pad. The only reason she hadn’t seen his reflection in the mirror yet was because she was squeezing her eyes closed against the eye make-up remover, even as she was stretched close to the mirror as if trying to see better in spite of her closed eyes.
He smiled at this, a fondness for all her inexplicable illogical habits wrapping around the memories he was collecting of her. A span of several years of kisses, hugs, looks and incredible incredible sex.
Of course, there had been fights. They hardly ever missed an opportunity to tease or annoy each other. But it was all part of the Michael and Maria Show. It was what made them tick.
He was tracing the lines of her long legs as they disappeared towards the dim lightning of the flooring when she gave a start and met his eyes in the mirror.
“Hey,” he said softly and granted her an apologetical wink.
“What are you doing?” she asked and twisted her upper body slightly to throw the used cotton pad in the garbage can.
Michael watched how one cheek of her bottom clenched slightly at the movement, how her shoulder blades moved underneath her skin, beneath the white shoulder straps.
She twisted to look back at him. “You’re coming off as a bit of a sleaze ball just standing there. Watching a poor pregnant woman getting ready for bed.”
He pushed off the door frame he was propped up against and approached her slowly. He watched how her chest froze in anticipation, watched her full lips part marginally and the slow fluid movement of her hand as she put the bottle marked ‘Gentle Eye Make-Up Remover’ on the sink. She was already unconsciously angling and stretching her neck, like a victim of a vampire attack offering up her jugular, as he came to a slow halt next to her, his front to her side, his arms slowly moving around her middle, letting his fingers barely brush the exposed skin leaving goosebumps in their wake.
He placed his lips against the side of her inviting neck, reveled in the throb of her pulse against his breath, as he softly applied pressure, letting his tongue move out slightly to caress her skin. She shivered in his arms, her head tipping downwards as she suppressed a groan.
“You’re my pregnant woman,” he mumbled, that instinctive pulse of caveman mentality sneaking a hold of him.
His fingers moved on top of the front and back of her left hipbone, respectively, edging beneath the soft cotton material of her white panties, and with a sharp tug he pulled her into his body. She moaned softly, her hands now gripping the sides of the white porcelain sink.
Cotton pads and remover were left forgotten.
As his hands moved down her front and back, underneath her panties, his lips moved up the side of her neck, breathing moist warm air against the goosebumps and the small hairs of her skin that was standing at attention, until he located the lobe of her left ear. His teeth grazed the skin of her ear as his hands changed direction and moved north instead of south.
As they reached her waist, he spun her, and in one rapid movement she was lifted onto the edge of the sink, his strong body between her bare legs and her back against the cold mirror. The eye make-up remover bottle clattered to the bathroom floor as her legs wrapped around his waist for support and her hands wrapped across his shoulders.
They paused there, breathing barely controlled, bodies heating up, a drop of sweat running from his hairline, one side of her shoulder strap falling down.
“And you’re my sleaze ball,” Maria whispered, which tugged him over the edge of his control.
His lips crashed down on hers, his hands familiar and knowing as they moved underneath her top and pulled it up. The explosive dueling between their lips, between their tongues, was momentarily interrupted as the fabric passed between their faces. Michael let her hair skim through the top before he let it go. But no one watched it fall to the floor, their attention consumed with each other.
“Bed,” he groaned against her lips and she angled her head away to breathe in air and breathe out an answer while he shifted his attention to her neck, “Sure.”
He stumbled backwards, her weight in his arms, her ankles locked together at the small of his back and her hands in his hair as they continued kissing, until he bumped into the bed and fell onto his back against the covers. Their lips broke apart and he looked up at her flushed face as she was looking down at him, her hair creating a veil around them, and his heart missed a beat.
God, he loved this woman.
“Do we have time?” she whispered, referring to the fact that they were only meant to stay in the motel for four hours, to reduce the risk of getting caught. A compromise to avoid another night in the van.
“I always have time for you,” Michael mumbled and applied pressure to the small of her back, bringing her straddling body closer, closing the distance between their faces.
They didn’t get much sleep that night.
TBC...
)Helen (Roswelllostcause) - I don't think any of you readers is particularly sad about Tess leaving the group
Thank you for the feedback!mezz
Apparently, Australia is a hot spot for UFO-sightings. So it only made sense to put an alien community thereAs an Australian I found this part highly amusing. Especially with the mess this government is in at present. Perhaps I've met some of these aliens. One would never know. Perhaps they all live in one particular state far from me.
And I'm with you on your reasoning; I lived in Australia for 5 years and I met quite a number of people that possibly could be aliens... Sure would explain a lot. But maybe that's why I love Australia so much - there are so many aliens there P.S. The UFO-activity is not around Sydney, specifically, so you're probably "safe"
Eve (begonia9508)
Still suspicious about Tess, huh? Well, you just have to wait and see if she gets up to anything or of she actually leaves in peace like she's said she would.Fantastic part! But I don't trust Tess and what she can do, with the explosive information given by Melissa about Australia!She tried to manipulate them once and more with the Max's destiny sh... but he was already too involved with Liz, for her to have a chance!
Oh, and I'd probably live in Australia too, if I were an alien
Thank you for the feedback!
saori_1902
Thank youWelcome back!
It's great to be back So, you're also (along with Eve) a bit suspicious of Tess' intention. Let's wait and see if she gets up to anything else or if she leaves as she said she would. Thank you for the feedback!
Natalie36 - Yeah, let's hope he does
Thank you for the feedback!Carolyn (keepsmiling7)
Yes, yes and yes. I agreeOf course Liz would have some doubts about Max's love for her.......or was it Aislin?
I'm glad she will call her father before leaving.
Liz doesn't need to feel trapped with the aliens.
Thank you for the feedback!Previously on "Lethal Whispers"...
Max, Tess, Michael and Isabel believe themselves to be aliens, because of them lacking memories from their first living years and having special abilities.
Max brought Liz back from recent death when she was just young. He seems to have formed some type of connection with her since then, enabling himself to see when she's in danger through premonitions.
Liz has been let in on the secret of the aliens walking the earth.
Liz was attacked, drawing the attention of the FBI and the group is now on the run to keep themselves safe.
Liz was just abducted by the special unit of the FBI, asked for the information she has on the group. She was returned just a couple of hours later. Traumatized.
Tess has been trying to get Max interested in her and did a mindwarp on Liz to drive a wedge between Liz and Max.
Max normally works as an EMT, with a colleague named Melissa. Melissa just saved the gang while they were being hunted by the FBI at a mall.
Melissa doesn't seem to like Liz very much; using her powers to "sedate" the girl, which revealed that Liz isn't necessarily the only one in her mind. She seems to share a mind with someone named Aislin.
Melissa told the story of how Max, Isabel, Tess and Michael have all lived before - on the planet Antar. Antar exploded not too long ago, meaning that the aliens are now "stuck on Earth", while the initial plan was for the aliens to eventually return home and reclaim their right to the Antarian throne from Max and Isabel's uncle Khivar.
Zan was married to Ava as a newly crowned prince (after the death of his father due to an Antarian disease), but it was - according to Melissa - rumored that Zan had already fallen in love with a farm girl named Aislin.
There was an uprising; Aislin was killed, but it seems as if her essence was retrieved by Zan, saved along with his own as scientists extracted the essence of the Royal Four and sent them Earth. Young Max accidentally transferred Aislin's essence into Liz's (at the moment) dead body, just before he brought Liz back. This means that Liz and Aislin are sharing the same mind.
Melissa's plan for the aliens are for them to go to Australia, where there is a whole alien community that would be able to protect and hide them. Tess - no longer feeling very welcomed by the group - announced in the previous chapter that she'll not be coming along to Australia.
And Max told Liz to call her father, since she's about to leave the country (the continent) for Australia.
CHAPTER 52
Jeffrey
He was watching a rerun of ‘Live and Let Die’, featuring James Bond, when she called.
He hadn’t really been paying much attention to the movie. He hadn’t really been paying much attention to anything since his daughter left.
He had taken a leave of absence from his work when Liz had showed up on ‘Most Wanted’-lists because he couldn’t stand the judging stares from his co-workers and quickly lost energy about defending why his daughter would never be a criminal.
He could explain himself blue without anyone believing him. After all, if it was on the news it had to be true, right?
Apparently, the group his daughter was running with had robbed a bank, while heavily armed, and had taken an FBI-agent hostage. There was footage of men in black clothing, with ski masks obscuring their faces, all over the news. Jeffrey had to admit that the men had acted extremely violently. They had shot one of the customers when she had freaked out over what was happening and had started screaming. She had been gravelly injured, but was now in a stable condition.
Jeffrey had stopped counting the number of times he had jumped off the couch, only to run up close to the TV-screen to see if he could actually spot Liz in the footage. Considering that the offenders had their faces covered, it was impossible to discern who they were. Even though Jeffrey had searched for gestures and recognizable mannerism that would reveal if one of the smaller sized robbers was in fact his daughter (who had trouble killing even the most annoying fly), he found nothing.
He wondered how the police and the FBI could be so certain of the identities of the people they were hunting, when the faces of the criminals never once showed in that well-aired piece of footage from the bank’s security camera.
Most of the people he came into contact with didn’t say anything, but there were a few ‘You never really know them as well as you think’ and ‘Maybe it was because she lacked a mother figure’ eluding some people. At one point he had considered looking up the parents of the other youngsters paired up with his girl on those ‘Most Wanted’-photographs just to see if they found the whole thing just as hard to believe as he did, or maybe to find out that Liz had ended up in the wrong kind of crowd.
Perhaps he was afraid of what he would find, afraid of finding a truth he wouldn’t like, but he never tracked those parents down. Apparently, they never tried to contact him either. Quite possibly, your children doing criminal activities together was not the best way to bring strangers together.
The number on the display on his cell was unknown and for a second he considered not answering. He’d had his fair share of journalists and reporters calling and the last thing he felt like on a Saturday evening was speaking to the press about what a mistake this whole thing was. Call it intuition or something completely else at work, but Jeffrey was suddenly taken over by the need to answer that phone call.
“Jeffrey Parker.”
There was silence at the other end of the line and Jeffrey briefly wondered if he should have just ignored the phone call, when… “Daddy?”
Jeffrey Parker was in very good health. He loved to run and almost never missed a morning run. He ate healthy, avoided smoking and consumed alcohol in small acceptable amounts on special occasions. But in that moment, Jeffrey was certain that his heart just stopped, its main blood supply blocked off by a major thrombosis caused by years of substance and food abuse (which of course hadn’t happened).
“Daddy?” the voice repeated and the stop eased off, pushing blood through his circulation anew and causing a deep breath to rock his system.
“Lizzie?”
There was a pause before she whispered, “Hi, Daddy,” and he could hear the tears in her voice.
My sweet sweet baby girl.
His eyes were tearing up and he was struggling with what to do first. Scream at her for being so stupid or drown her in ‘I love you’s’ and ‘I miss you’s’. He choose neither. “What happened? Where are you?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice,” his daughter answered, an uncertain evasiveness in her voice which he had almost never heard from his daughter. It meant that she was avoiding speaking the truth. Which further worried him that maybe he had been wrong this whole time and the police had been right.
She had done something wrong and she was a criminal.
“What did you do?” he asked, trying to keep accusation out of his voice but couldn’t hinder the disappointment from seeping through.
“Don’t listen to them,” she croaked, her voice heavy with tears. “I haven’t done anything wrong and neither have my friends.”
He wanted to believe her. He longed to give in to that feeling of relief, but something was very wrong with this picture. “If you haven’t done anything wrong, why are they after you? They’re saying that you robbed a bank. That you have kidnapped a federal agent.”
“It’s all a cover up,” Liz answered and Jeffrey felt himself getting frustrated. And angry. It was not like Liz to lie to him. Even when she had done something wrong by mistake as little, she had always told him straight away anyway. She had been so remorseful. Where was his little girl?
“Liz. It’s not just the police. It’s the FBI. This is big.”
“For reasons I cannot tell you - because they are not my reasons to tell - the FBI threatened us. Because of that, we had to leave. We had to, to save our lives. You have to believe me. We have not abducted any FBI-agent. They made that up. To make the crime more serious; to make everyone look for us.”
“No,” Jeffrey shook his head, which went unseen by the girl at the other end of the line. “That’s ridiculous, Lizzie. The FBI don’t go around making things up. You’re saying that the footage is fake?” Before Liz had a chance to answer, Jeffrey continued, ”And even if you haven’t done anything, you have rights. There’s no way that the government would threatened you, unless you’ve done something wrong. Broken some law. They don’t go around persecuting innocent people. They’re here to protect us.”
“That’s what I thought too,” Liz replied and her voice sounded small. She sounded like his scared five-year-old, telling him that she still couldn’t sleep without a night light after the death of her mother. “But the things they did…The things they threatened to do. They have resources, Daddy. They can do whatever they want. It’s not difficult for them to make us into the bad guy, even though we’re innocent.”
Jeffrey sighed, frustrated. “You sound like a conspirator.”
“I wish I could tell you the whole story,” Liz said, more forcibly. “And maybe some day I can. But for now you just have to believe me. Believe me. Except for when I told you I was traveling the world, I’ve never lied to you.”
He felt his heart break. He wanted to believe her, but he felt like he was being betrayed, being taken for a fool that would believe just about anything. Like she was playing his trust and his love for her. He had known that something had been wrong about the ‘around the world travel’-explanation, making him reluctant to trust her now. “I want to believe you. But this-“
“We’re leaving the country,” Liz interrupted hurriedly and there was an edge to her voice that he didn’t recognize. “I wanted to call you before I leave to let you know that I’m alright and that I’m gonna disappear… For awhile.”
His heart was falling to his toes. “You’re…” He felt weak, devoid of words.
“And I was hoping that you could see past your trust in the system and see me, your daughter. And trust me.”
She was crying now and her pleading was making the heart in his toes throb painfully. He was hurting her, unintentionally.
Listening to her crying at the other end of the line, feeling his throat constricting, he realized that she was telling the truth. Whatever whacked up explanation there was for the government tracking her, there was no delusion or mischief in the earnest sound of her crying. It was the honest and naked sound of a daughter asking for her father’s trust and love.
“Of course I trust you,” he whispered past his tight throat. “I was just a bit taken back by this whole thing. Lizzie, I love you. I miss you so much, baby. I’m so happy to hear that you’re okay, you scared me half to death. I wasn’t sure you were even alive. Or if you had been taken against your will by those people you referred to as your friends just now-“
“They’re really good people,” Liz interrupted, her voice clearing up. “They’d protect me with their lives.”
He inhaled deeply, his eyes following the movements of the muted James Bond movie on the TV in front of him. It was surreal to think that his daughter would fit more perfectly in with the theatrical world in that movie than seated on the TV couch next to him. “That’s good to hear, sweetie.”
“And I would never leave you if I didn’t have any other choice,” Liz pressed on.
“I know,” he answered and he did. He knew how much they meant to each other. “That’s why I was afraid that you were dead. Nothing short of that would remove you from me.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. If it were up to me, you’d be with me right now.”
“I’m just glad you called.”
“I love you,” she whispered and he let a tear fall at her affirmation.
“I love you too, baby. So much.”
There was a pause, during which he could hear the faint breathing of his daughter and the occasional sniffles of her sadness. Then, “I have to go.”
He closed his eyes against the sentence he had feared and expected. “I understand.”
“I love you,” she repeated.
“Love you,” he answered and then she was gone.
*****
MichaelShe hadn’t noticed him yet, which presented him with the rare opportunity to watch her without her knowing. Like he used to look at that photo of her in the newspaper right before closing his eyes to go to sleep, and how he would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night to the sight of her peaceful sleeping features next to him.
The yellow light from an old naked light bulb attached above the toilet mirror rained down on top of her head, making her blonde hair shine like gold and her skin warm with bronze. She was only wearing panties and a tank top, but the sight made his stomach rumble. She was starting to show; there was a two inches strip of bare skin between the lower edge of her top and the top of her panties where a definite bulge had taken shape.
Our baby.
The thought caught him off guard and sent an unexpected explosion of warmth and love through his body. He had never considered himself a family man, but seeing his child grow inside the woman he loved made him ready to buy a house with a white picket fence plus that damn dog and (what the heck) you might as well throw in that station wagon.
She was wearing her hair down (that soft soft hair) and it curled naturally down her slender neck and across her shoulder blades. She was up close to the mirror, removing make-up with a cotton pad. The only reason she hadn’t seen his reflection in the mirror yet was because she was squeezing her eyes closed against the eye make-up remover, even as she was stretched close to the mirror as if trying to see better in spite of her closed eyes.
He smiled at this, a fondness for all her inexplicable illogical habits wrapping around the memories he was collecting of her. A span of several years of kisses, hugs, looks and incredible incredible sex.
Of course, there had been fights. They hardly ever missed an opportunity to tease or annoy each other. But it was all part of the Michael and Maria Show. It was what made them tick.
He was tracing the lines of her long legs as they disappeared towards the dim lightning of the flooring when she gave a start and met his eyes in the mirror.
“Hey,” he said softly and granted her an apologetical wink.
“What are you doing?” she asked and twisted her upper body slightly to throw the used cotton pad in the garbage can.
Michael watched how one cheek of her bottom clenched slightly at the movement, how her shoulder blades moved underneath her skin, beneath the white shoulder straps.
She twisted to look back at him. “You’re coming off as a bit of a sleaze ball just standing there. Watching a poor pregnant woman getting ready for bed.”
He pushed off the door frame he was propped up against and approached her slowly. He watched how her chest froze in anticipation, watched her full lips part marginally and the slow fluid movement of her hand as she put the bottle marked ‘Gentle Eye Make-Up Remover’ on the sink. She was already unconsciously angling and stretching her neck, like a victim of a vampire attack offering up her jugular, as he came to a slow halt next to her, his front to her side, his arms slowly moving around her middle, letting his fingers barely brush the exposed skin leaving goosebumps in their wake.
He placed his lips against the side of her inviting neck, reveled in the throb of her pulse against his breath, as he softly applied pressure, letting his tongue move out slightly to caress her skin. She shivered in his arms, her head tipping downwards as she suppressed a groan.
“You’re my pregnant woman,” he mumbled, that instinctive pulse of caveman mentality sneaking a hold of him.
His fingers moved on top of the front and back of her left hipbone, respectively, edging beneath the soft cotton material of her white panties, and with a sharp tug he pulled her into his body. She moaned softly, her hands now gripping the sides of the white porcelain sink.
Cotton pads and remover were left forgotten.
As his hands moved down her front and back, underneath her panties, his lips moved up the side of her neck, breathing moist warm air against the goosebumps and the small hairs of her skin that was standing at attention, until he located the lobe of her left ear. His teeth grazed the skin of her ear as his hands changed direction and moved north instead of south.
As they reached her waist, he spun her, and in one rapid movement she was lifted onto the edge of the sink, his strong body between her bare legs and her back against the cold mirror. The eye make-up remover bottle clattered to the bathroom floor as her legs wrapped around his waist for support and her hands wrapped across his shoulders.
They paused there, breathing barely controlled, bodies heating up, a drop of sweat running from his hairline, one side of her shoulder strap falling down.
“And you’re my sleaze ball,” Maria whispered, which tugged him over the edge of his control.
His lips crashed down on hers, his hands familiar and knowing as they moved underneath her top and pulled it up. The explosive dueling between their lips, between their tongues, was momentarily interrupted as the fabric passed between their faces. Michael let her hair skim through the top before he let it go. But no one watched it fall to the floor, their attention consumed with each other.
“Bed,” he groaned against her lips and she angled her head away to breathe in air and breathe out an answer while he shifted his attention to her neck, “Sure.”
He stumbled backwards, her weight in his arms, her ankles locked together at the small of his back and her hands in his hair as they continued kissing, until he bumped into the bed and fell onto his back against the covers. Their lips broke apart and he looked up at her flushed face as she was looking down at him, her hair creating a veil around them, and his heart missed a beat.
God, he loved this woman.
“Do we have time?” she whispered, referring to the fact that they were only meant to stay in the motel for four hours, to reduce the risk of getting caught. A compromise to avoid another night in the van.
“I always have time for you,” Michael mumbled and applied pressure to the small of her back, bringing her straddling body closer, closing the distance between their faces.
They didn’t get much sleep that night.
TBC...
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Re: Lethal Whispers (ML, MATURE), Ch 52 9/25/15 p. 34
Old Jeff really needs to get his head out of the clouds. The government lies all the time! They cover up a lot of stuff too! History speaks to that. It was good that Liz called and talked to her dad. Maria and Michael seem to have a very good relationship.
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Re: Lethal Whispers (ML, MATURE), Ch 52 9/25/15 p. 34
I agree with Roswelllostcause.Roswelllostcause wrote:Old Jeff really needs to get his head out of the clouds. The government lies all the time! They cover up a lot of stuff too! History speaks to that. It was good that Liz called and talked to her dad. Maria and Michael seem to have a very good relationship.
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Re: Lethal Whispers (ML, MATURE), Ch 52 9/25/15 p. 34
I don't know a lot of the USA Government but I know that all of them (world wide!) are lying, when it past to their goals...
But I think that maybe, Jeff should tried to contact the Evans! Maybe it could help him a lot!
And who knows, when they are in Australia, he could join her...
Must be awful, to have a kid and to hear what they have to hear and which are all lies...
Thanks and waiting for more! EVE
But I think that maybe, Jeff should tried to contact the Evans! Maybe it could help him a lot!
And who knows, when they are in Australia, he could join her...
Must be awful, to have a kid and to hear what they have to hear and which are all lies...
Thanks and waiting for more! EVE
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Re: Lethal Whispers (ML, MATURE), Ch 52 9/25/15 p. 34
It was a sweet and sad conversation with Liz and her Dad. At least she gave him her side of the story, unlike what the government is presenting.
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Re: Lethal Whispers (ML, MATURE), Ch 52 9/25/15 p. 34
So sorry for bothering you will you please please please please come back and post more really really really really soon? I can't wait to read if Max, Liz and others get away; If Liz changes her looks; Where they will go; If Max, Liz and other will be able to get away before they FBI come. So please come back?
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