Re: Truth or Dare (M/L, Adult) 12/9/08 p. 8 Ch 32 & 33
Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 11:08 am
Back with another part..
Chpt 33
A shocking revelation..
"Max?". Isabel's eyes widened as he approached her. He was covered in black clothes. A leather wife beater and leather pants with big black boots. His hair was a mess and he had at least five piercings on his head. One on his lip, two on his left eyebrow, two on the right ear. "Max...." Isabel gasped.
"What have you done to yourself?". Isabel grabbed him closer by the hand and leaned forward to whisper. "I heard of plastic surgery but what you've done is the fucking apocalypse."
"Uh-huh."
"I mean look at you." Isabel tried hard not to laugh and pulled back. "You look like a right mess.." She went and grabbed hold of his goatee. "Get that fake shit off, you look old-" She stopped when she began pulling it...but it wouldn't move. "Don't tell me you put superglue on this.....there's no way you can grow a goatee within ten hours." Isabel remarked.
Last time she saw her brother was ten hours ago and he was clean shaven and dressed appropriately.
Who was this mess in front of her?
"Fuck!". He moaned and pushed her back. "Whatcha doin? Pulling off ma soul patch?". He quizzed her.
"Soul patch?". Isabel arched an eyebrow. "More like an Ug patch. Get it off." She commanded and looked around to see if anyone was watching. A couple of her body gauds were present and tried their best to hide their amusement. "Shit Max...people are watching..this is embarrassing." She lowered her head down.
"Dis is me chick. Watcha see is watcha get." His lips popped. "Ain't changing for nobody."
"Oh my god." Isabel groaned through gritted teeth. "Mom and Dad will flip when they see you and cut it out with that gangster accent. We're not shooting a movie here Max."
"I ain't Max." He huffed. "Ain't sure as hell no Max here."
"Fucking hell." Isabel rolled her eyes and took hold of his hand. "Come with me. We need to get you out of sight before people starting looking."
"Watch it sweetness!". He drew back his hand.
Isabel noticed a gold band on his marriage finger instead of the platinum one he usually wore. "Wait...Max...what happened to your ring?" Isabel looked at his hand. "You changed your wedding ring?". She gasped.
"Diz iz ma weddin ring. Bin wearing it for eight years straight."
"Eight years?". Isabel wondered what was wrong with her brother. He was acting so weird. First he showed up wearing a trampy look and now he was claiming to be married for Eight years. Eight years ago Max was barely romantically interested in women.
He noticed the look of confusion on her face."In case you wonderin who I am...I'm Zan." He answered.
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"Oh god." Liz panicked, she had to get out of here as soon as possible.
"Liz wait!". Max called after her, trying to reach out for his wife who was running away from him again. "Don't leave me! Liz!".
"Max, stay away." Liz fought back the tears and spun around. "I can't do this anymore." She told him, making sure she gave direct eye contact with him. "I can't pretend this is okay because it's not."
"But you're my everything Liz." Max allowed his pain to shine in his eyes. "I can't be without you."
Liz licked her lips and wiped her tears back. "Well you found out that I was...unfaithful to you. I...slept with your best friend and this isn't a lie. We were together at the time as well and when I had no satisfaction with you...I went to M-Michael." Liz sobbed. "And now I'm paying for it by having his baby."
Max let the tears fall. "Liz...please.."
"No Max!". Liz stopped him coming closer to her by putting a hand between them. "Stay away. It was either you or the baby and I chose the baby." She cringed.
"We could be happy together..." He began.
"No." She shook her head. "We're not meant to be." And then turned around and entered the cab that was waiting for her.
Max was left watching her, standing alone in the rain that had just poured from the dark skies.
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Maria woke up to find herself strapped to a chair in someone's dirty basement. "Holy crap, this is like the real live version of saw." She muttered, struggling with shackles that bound her to the chair. "What the fuck is this?".
She couldn't even move an inch. "Michael! Michael!". Maria called out but her voice only echoed through the stony walls.
Last she remembered was almost getting into a fight with Carmen and then nothing...Michael was with her at the time..
"Oh no." She gasped.
Carmen must have kidnapped them.
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"So you're not Max?". Isabel asked again, just to make sure that her brother wasn't making fun of her and that this man..who resembled her brother was just a doppleganger.
"Iz yo bro a married man with an eight year ole little girl an bin wit da same woman for ten years?".
Isabel didn't know how to respond. "You look so much like my brother Max...well minus the leather, piercings and that awful hair that needs a good wash..."
"Hey, ma wyf loves ma hairdo." Zan defensively said, running his fingers through his hair.
"Yeah..." Isabel nodded. She wondered if she did the right thing by allowing him to sit with her in the car. "Erm..so you are.."
"Zan Behr." He admitted proudly.
"No...I meant..how are you related to the Evans?" Isabel corrected. "You can't be Max's twin brother because you're three years older then him. And you can't be our big brother because mom had her first child the year Max was born so Max is the eldest. Then who are you?".
Zan shrugged. "Dat's wat I've bin tryna figure out all dese years. Why dus Max Evans look a whole lotta lyk me?".
"Oh god...this is gunna be harder then I thought." Isabel muttered under her breath.
"I came ere teh warn you bout that beyotch, that Carmen beyotch." Zan finally said, coming to his point. All this talk about his origins was getting in the way of what he wanted to say.
"I know about Carmen." Isabel said. "What relationship does she have with you? Is she your wife?". Isabel accused, maybe that was the reason why she was also after Max. She wanted the best of both worlds.
"Hell no. She wuz ma wyf's patient an yo brother's ex."
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Chpt 33
A shocking revelation..
"Max?". Isabel's eyes widened as he approached her. He was covered in black clothes. A leather wife beater and leather pants with big black boots. His hair was a mess and he had at least five piercings on his head. One on his lip, two on his left eyebrow, two on the right ear. "Max...." Isabel gasped.
"What have you done to yourself?". Isabel grabbed him closer by the hand and leaned forward to whisper. "I heard of plastic surgery but what you've done is the fucking apocalypse."
"Uh-huh."
"I mean look at you." Isabel tried hard not to laugh and pulled back. "You look like a right mess.." She went and grabbed hold of his goatee. "Get that fake shit off, you look old-" She stopped when she began pulling it...but it wouldn't move. "Don't tell me you put superglue on this.....there's no way you can grow a goatee within ten hours." Isabel remarked.
Last time she saw her brother was ten hours ago and he was clean shaven and dressed appropriately.
Who was this mess in front of her?
"Fuck!". He moaned and pushed her back. "Whatcha doin? Pulling off ma soul patch?". He quizzed her.
"Soul patch?". Isabel arched an eyebrow. "More like an Ug patch. Get it off." She commanded and looked around to see if anyone was watching. A couple of her body gauds were present and tried their best to hide their amusement. "Shit Max...people are watching..this is embarrassing." She lowered her head down.
"Dis is me chick. Watcha see is watcha get." His lips popped. "Ain't changing for nobody."
"Oh my god." Isabel groaned through gritted teeth. "Mom and Dad will flip when they see you and cut it out with that gangster accent. We're not shooting a movie here Max."
"I ain't Max." He huffed. "Ain't sure as hell no Max here."
"Fucking hell." Isabel rolled her eyes and took hold of his hand. "Come with me. We need to get you out of sight before people starting looking."
"Watch it sweetness!". He drew back his hand.
Isabel noticed a gold band on his marriage finger instead of the platinum one he usually wore. "Wait...Max...what happened to your ring?" Isabel looked at his hand. "You changed your wedding ring?". She gasped.
"Diz iz ma weddin ring. Bin wearing it for eight years straight."
"Eight years?". Isabel wondered what was wrong with her brother. He was acting so weird. First he showed up wearing a trampy look and now he was claiming to be married for Eight years. Eight years ago Max was barely romantically interested in women.
He noticed the look of confusion on her face."In case you wonderin who I am...I'm Zan." He answered.
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"Oh god." Liz panicked, she had to get out of here as soon as possible.
"Liz wait!". Max called after her, trying to reach out for his wife who was running away from him again. "Don't leave me! Liz!".
"Max, stay away." Liz fought back the tears and spun around. "I can't do this anymore." She told him, making sure she gave direct eye contact with him. "I can't pretend this is okay because it's not."
"But you're my everything Liz." Max allowed his pain to shine in his eyes. "I can't be without you."
Liz licked her lips and wiped her tears back. "Well you found out that I was...unfaithful to you. I...slept with your best friend and this isn't a lie. We were together at the time as well and when I had no satisfaction with you...I went to M-Michael." Liz sobbed. "And now I'm paying for it by having his baby."
Max let the tears fall. "Liz...please.."
"No Max!". Liz stopped him coming closer to her by putting a hand between them. "Stay away. It was either you or the baby and I chose the baby." She cringed.
"We could be happy together..." He began.
"No." She shook her head. "We're not meant to be." And then turned around and entered the cab that was waiting for her.
Max was left watching her, standing alone in the rain that had just poured from the dark skies.
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Maria woke up to find herself strapped to a chair in someone's dirty basement. "Holy crap, this is like the real live version of saw." She muttered, struggling with shackles that bound her to the chair. "What the fuck is this?".
She couldn't even move an inch. "Michael! Michael!". Maria called out but her voice only echoed through the stony walls.
Last she remembered was almost getting into a fight with Carmen and then nothing...Michael was with her at the time..
"Oh no." She gasped.
Carmen must have kidnapped them.
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"So you're not Max?". Isabel asked again, just to make sure that her brother wasn't making fun of her and that this man..who resembled her brother was just a doppleganger.
"Iz yo bro a married man with an eight year ole little girl an bin wit da same woman for ten years?".
Isabel didn't know how to respond. "You look so much like my brother Max...well minus the leather, piercings and that awful hair that needs a good wash..."
"Hey, ma wyf loves ma hairdo." Zan defensively said, running his fingers through his hair.
"Yeah..." Isabel nodded. She wondered if she did the right thing by allowing him to sit with her in the car. "Erm..so you are.."
"Zan Behr." He admitted proudly.
"No...I meant..how are you related to the Evans?" Isabel corrected. "You can't be Max's twin brother because you're three years older then him. And you can't be our big brother because mom had her first child the year Max was born so Max is the eldest. Then who are you?".
Zan shrugged. "Dat's wat I've bin tryna figure out all dese years. Why dus Max Evans look a whole lotta lyk me?".
"Oh god...this is gunna be harder then I thought." Isabel muttered under her breath.
"I came ere teh warn you bout that beyotch, that Carmen beyotch." Zan finally said, coming to his point. All this talk about his origins was getting in the way of what he wanted to say.
"I know about Carmen." Isabel said. "What relationship does she have with you? Is she your wife?". Isabel accused, maybe that was the reason why she was also after Max. She wanted the best of both worlds.
"Hell no. She wuz ma wyf's patient an yo brother's ex."
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