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"You know I will," michael growls trying to conceal his anger. Uh. Oh. It's then that I realize I've never seen Michael upset. Interesting. "Do I detect a little sibling rivalry?" I inquire opening the cabinets looking for a bowl.
"It's none of my business of course It just seems to me there was some tension there. Want to share?"
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"Do I detect a little sibling rivalry? It's none of my business of course It just seems to me there was some tension there. Want to share?" Maria asks me, and I hand her a bowl. Once I'm sure Liz has gone, I turn to her.
"Liz is dating some nineteen year old creep, and she told him about our 'secret'." I let out, glad to tell someone. I get out some of the ingredients for the pancakes, then lean against the counter, still a little angry.
"You know I will," Michael replied as I walk pass him. I roll my eyes. Why does Michael act like my husband rather then a brother? Come on he need get the idea that I'm not going stop seeing Max because he knows. Well if weren't for him saving Maria life we wouldn't be in this situation. Don't get me wrong Maria nice person, it just Michael can be hipatric when comes to serious situation.
I walk down stairs and out of the house. I look at beautiful sky and wonder for a moment if the people up there are looking for us? I sigh. I guess no one really knows.
I begainning walking into the morning streets. I walk until I reach my destination. Max's building. I goes inside and walk up the stairs. I reach floor and I don't bother to knock I know it's still early. I reach for the rug and under the rug was his key. I press the key inside the handle and open it. I put the key back in place. I close the door behind me and notice his apartment is still pink. I decided to put everything back to his orginal colors.
I slowly walk into Max's bed room and sit on the bed as I watch him sleep. I smile and then go over and kisses him. You know for a wake up call from his girlfriend.
Finding a blue bowl Michael hands it to me a look of frustration cearly displayed across his handsome face.
"Liz is dating some nineteen year old creep, and she told him about our 'secret'." Letting out a huff of relief I give him a warm smile. He cares so much about his sister. I wonder if she realizes that.
Grabbing the eggs out of the fridge he sets the ingridents on the coner before leaning against it. Obviuosly still unnerved by his confrontation with Liz.
"Sorry to bring you into it." I shrug noncommitably.
"That's okay. I'm glad to worry about someone else's problems for a change." Stirring it up I dob out the creation onto the hot frying pan.
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"That's okay. I'm glad to worry about someone else's problems for a change." Maria says, giving me a smile. I relax, letting some of the anger go, because I don't want Liz to ruin my day.
I watch Maria make the pancakes and grin. "I haven't had pancakes in the longest time."
"I haven't had pancakes in the longest time." he relays a slow smile creeping across his face.
"Really? I love making them. I'm pretty good at cooking. Hank saw it as a useful talent. That along with bartending and driving a stick. His way of providing me with job skills." I manage a weak grin thinking over last night events.
If I hadn't slipped out of his grasp at that moment he would have... I don't want to think about that. I'm here with Michael and I'm safe... for now.
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"Really? I love making them. I'm pretty good at cooking. Hank saw it as a useful talent. That along with bartending and driving a stick. His way of providing me with job skills." Maria says, grinning, but I can tell something's bothering her. I'm pretty sure it's about last night too.
"Do you wanna talk about anything?" I ask, hoping that she knows she can trust me. It's good to talk about things every once in a while.
"Do you wanna talk about anything?" he offers helpfully. I start to hesitate ,but push through it. After all the kindness he has shown me I least owe him the truth. We both share a mutually understanding. I'll keep his secret while he keeps mine. I want to think it draws us closer together. Secrets tend to do one or the other. Bring survivors together or tear them apart. I pray that Michael and I are the former.
"I. I. going to tell you some thing. That I've never told another soul. The only other person who knows is Tess and she just knew. Somehow something in her recognized a part in me." Taking a deep breath I look up to meet his eyes.
"It's really not a big deal." I try to dismiss the seriousness of the situation. "It's just that last night Hank was drunk and he came home upset for one reason or another and..."
Shame clouds my featuers as I whisper the next part. 'He hit me and try to force himself on me." Shaking my head I walk over to the skillet and take the pancakes out. Admiring their light brown fluffiness. "It won't ever happen again." I assure him.
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She pauses for a moment, and I'm about to drop it when she speaks up. "I. I. going to tell you some thing. That I've never told another soul. The only other person who knows is Tess and she just knew. Somehow something in her recognized a part in me."
I look up into her eyes, focusing intently, so that she knows I'm listening. "It's just that last night Hank was drunk and he came home upset for one reason or another and...hit me and try to force himself on me."
It takes a minute to sink in, once the horrible realization of what she said set in, I clenched my fist again, sharply drawing in a breath. How the hell could someone do that. How could anyone, no matter how drunk, try to rape his daughter. Why would anyone want to hurt a nice girl like Maria?
"It won't ever happen again." She adds, shame in her face while she pretends to examine the pancakes. The look on Maria's face makes me feel horrible, and I walk over to where she's standing, turning her around to face me.
"I'm sorry...he deserves to die, and I don't think you should go back there," I say quietly, gazing at her cloudy expression.
"I'm glad you came here. I'm glad that nothing happened, but you can't be sure he won't do something stupid...if he touches you ever again..."
Some inner anger is unleashed, and it's as if something snaps, like it did last night with Liz. I think it's a protection thing. "...I'll kill him."
"I'm sorry...he deserves to die, and I don't think you should go back there," he states his hands clenched at his sides.
"I'm glad you came here. I'm glad that nothing happened, but you can't be sure he won't do something stupid...if he touches you ever again..." he voice trails off and it is then I realize how serious he is.
"...I'll kill him." he concludes a wild look in his eyes.
"No." I say firmly hoping he understands the conviction in my tone. "Michael, he's not my father. I'm in foster care. If something happens to him they'll bounce me around so many homes it'll make my head spin. I appreciate everything you've done for me, but believe me when i say I'll handle it. I can take care of myself."
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