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Title: Seeing the Sun

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters. I'm just a poor high school student. SO please don't sue me because then you would be taking the thirteen dollars I have in my bank account and that would not be good.

This story is based on the book Making the Run but it is not the same story and the plot and the outcome be have been change. I am only taking the idea for the story from the book.

Rating: ADULT

Category: M/L AU no aliens

Summary: Liz is a senior in high school. And just about ready to left Rifle after graduation. The problem is that no one know of her planes. Michael is Liz's older brother and Max is Michael friend (both seven years older then Liz). But has left seven years ago to see the world. What happens when e comes back and see Liz for the first time.


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Part One







I live in a small town. My mom died when I was six of cancer. I don't really remember her much. Just her smell of old cedar wood, and lilac. My dad was never the same after that. I think I reminded him to much of her. He looks older then he is. We always fight.


Fighting I hate it. Thank god I have Michael. He has always been their for me. Well, I guess he should be because he is my older brother and all. I am really close to him. After my mother died he was all I had left. I never cried even after my dad and me suddenly became distant, and it was all because I had Michael their for me. The seven year age different really means nothing to be. Protect that is what Michael dose. He protects me.


Protection. Then there Max. He went off to see the world. I remember Michael and Max would play together in a band. Max was on the bass. But he was also the lead singer. When they would play together Max would always make sure that I was safe. When I graduate in a couple of mouths I am going to see the world too.


World. I have not told any one of my plan to go and see the world. It the only secret I really have left. I can see my self driving down dead hill out of Rifle, Colorado. The small town where every one know every one else. I wish that people could really see me. That I would just not be Liz Parker daughter of Jeffery Parker, sister to Michael Parker and best friend to Maria.


Maria. I have so many pictures of her. Us sitting by the river getting high. Or her diving to pick me up in the Jetta. The pictures hang along in my closet. My dark room. My father says that I wasting my time but that is my escape. Taking pictures. I could have my head, eyes looking through out the lens of a camera all day. Just watching and waiting for something I like.


Picture. I have never showed anyone my picture. Well, Max once when we were little and he walked in to my room to find out if I want to go with him and Michael. I was eleven and Max was seventeen. So I guess I was the only one who was little then but he said that they were really good.


Greatness. I hate the fact that he saw them my most inner thoughts. He said they were good. But that was Max. He would say anything like that. Since then I had put a lock on my closet. Only I go in the huge walk in space and only I walk out. It is beautiful in their the thrill of the red light. It almost seems magical. You see bits and images until the picture is finally developed. You could make the picture to dark or to light if you don't know what you are doing. But I do. I don't rush things. I let them take their time.


Time. After all of this time I just wish that I could open up to someone and show them my pictures. But it will never happen. So many pictures, the strange thing is I only have a couple of my father. One of him and my mother before she died. They looked so happy together. One of him making breakfast after. I called his name and he turned around. Then I just shot the camera a took the picture of him. The look of pain and loss in his eye really got to me. I don't like to look at that picture. But I think that it is my best peace of work.

Part 2

Miss Parker can you please tell us the answer to the problem," God why did she have to call on me. Probably the fact that I was having the greatest daydream ever.

"The answer to problem 23 is 12." I think that was right.

"Johnny what is the answer to problem number 24?" Thank god I was right. That is just what I would need, for her to call my father and tell him that I was not focused. He would just have another reason to be on my back. I can see him now saying, Liz and have to focus on school. You need to think about your future. Do you really want to turn out like Max Evan's? College is just a few months away.

School. I hate school. The only friend I have is Maria. I am not into that superficial bull shit. Maria is. She always wants to please people. She wants to be the perfect daughter, the perfect best friend. Sometimes I wish I could be like her. But then I really wonder if she is happy at all. Michael seems to think so. But that is because they kind of have something going on.

Love. I don't want to ever be in love. Maria says it is great. But I think you lose a part of yourself. You have to commit. To promise a part of yourself to that person. Plus there is all of this other bullshit that goes along with that. Jealously, Fear, and a sense of Loss when it is over.

Loss. God how I miss my mother. Every day I want her back. She was so beautiful. People say I look like her, but I don't think so. I am too mousy, too small. She was truly perfect. She was the mirror of perfection and I am not close to even being that. I am a dark hole that people should just leave alone. Weakness, that is where all of those thoughts come from.

Weak. I am weak. I try to be strong but ... I don't know any one who really sees through it. I put up all of these walls around my self. So, it is hard to talk to me. The kids I go to school with come to The Crash. I steak restaurant that I work at. I have to smile and be nice. They make fun of me and moo at me. But I say nothing, I just take their order, and being them their food. I need this job. I need it so I can go and see the sun.

"Liz are you home yet?" Michael calls up the stairs.

"What Mickey?" I call down to him angrily. I do not like to be rushed when trying to develop my pictures.

"Come down here I want to show you someone." He yells back up the stairs. It echoes over the whole house. My father hates when we do this. Why can't you just walk up the stairs he says.

"I can't, plus I am sure whoever it is I don't really care to see." I call back. I am losing my focus. He is taking me away from my pictures.

"Liz come on." This time he is right outside my door. He tries to open it but I have locked it.

"Michael I said goes away, you are really starting to piss me off and take your punk ass friend with you."

"Fine Liz, I am just going to have to pick the lock." I can hear him taking to pick it.

"Go to hell Michael." I walk back into the dark room and shut the door. I hear him walk in my room. He can't find me. Just when I think he is about to give up, I hear the closet door start to open.

"No, you fucking ass hole" I scream shutting the door. "Get out of here."

"Liz come on, I don't want to play your childish games any more either, come out or I am coming in."

"Fine Michael, you don't have to be dick." I say while I shut off the lights. I open the door.

"What the fuck do you want." I ask.

I turn around completely and I see him and his friend.

"Max." I ask quietly afraid to hear my voice say the name.

"Yeah Lizzard," he said like no time has passed between us at all.

I look at Michael with that smug look on his face and I just want to wipe it off. (So I do. ?) I slap him and turn back to go back into my dark room. Run away.

Hide. Why did I slap Michael? Oh god I can't go back out into my room. I slump down the wall I am leaning on for support. I hear Michael yelling, calling me a bitch. I ... I am in shock. Why did I do that? I know he is pissed. What am I going to do now? I know he will forgive me, but I don't want him to. Why could he not just leave me alone? I am a mess. I felt something building up in me.

Rage. Rage at Michael for messing my life up. But more so at Max. Lizzard. I am not little Lizzard any more. How dare he call me that! I am not his Lizzard. Lizzard is all grown up and does not need Max or Michael. I hear the door open and see the outline of a person standing in my dark room. Now the rage consumes me.

"Get out of hear." I say my voice trembling.

"No, I want to talk to you."

PART 3


"Max we have nothing to talk about. Now get out." I stand up to push him out. I don't want him to see my photos. They are mine and no one can take them away from me. I raise my hands to push him, but he grabs them and pulls me close to him.

"I thought of you while I was gone." He whispers in my ear.

"I. Don't. Care. Get out."

"You still are little Lizzard."

"I am not little Lizzard any more, I grew up. How dare you call me that. Just leave. This is private and I want you out of here now."

"I am not leaving until we talk."

"Max no. Let me go." He grabs me tighter.

"No."

"You are hurting me Max."

"No one hurts you Liz."

I try to pull away but he keeps his hold. Part of me likes this game we are playing but the other part of me hates it. I don't know how he can put me in so much turmoil with even trying. But I still feel rage. He left when he promised me he would not. He did not come and say good-bye like a true friend would do. I will at least say good-bye.

"Is this how you want it Liz hard and rough?"

"Max get out. You left, you promised me you would not leave." I have said too much now and I know it. I just want him to leave.

"I was eighteen and you were eleven. I had to leave, every one could see that this town was killing me. I wanted to go and see the world. I am sorry I broke a promise to an eleven-year-old. Just forgive me, Michael has. He saw what this town was doing to me Lizzard."

"Don't call me that. I would never break a promise to a little girl. A girl whose mother had died and every other person left her. I am sorry that you had to go and see the world. But I asked you that night if you were leaving and you said no, that you were saying here forever, and the next day you were gone. The day you left, Lizzard died and was gone forever ."

He finally let go of me. I could not look him in the eye.

"Don't come back here and try to be my friend Max. I don't want your friendship. I don't want you."

"Lizzard your pictures are really great." I stopped and turned to him.

"Get out and never come back Max. I want you to leave. He fingered a picture of me, pulled it down from the line, and started to walk out.

"No, Max you have taken enough of me already." I turned my back to him.

"Liz when you are ready for me, I will come for you. Even if you don't believe me, I will still come. Your pictures are great and one day you will want me to see them and I will look at them all."

"No, Max."

"Yes, Liz, we have all the time in the world." With that, he left me there standing in the middle of my dark room.


When Max was out of the house, he got his cell phone out of his pocket. He punched in the number from memory. One ring later the mysterious person answered.

"Maria you have a lot of explaining to do."




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I know some of you readers may have some questions like....




Why did Max called Maria's number by heart?




Or.....





Did Maria know how to contact Max this whole time that he was gone, and if so why did she not tell Liz?





Or Perhaps.....




Did Maria just not tell Max the state that he left Liz in?




Maybe Even....




By now you are probably wondering what kind of best friend Maria is for Liz?




Well, here is my answer to them.....



Well, I can tell you not to worry that all of the questions above and maybe some others you might have will be explained. You will just have to wait until the next chapter to see.




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Part 4

Liz laid on her bed crying over how Max made her feel. Her life seemed to be falling apart recently. Secrets were now starting to consume her life. They terrorized her at night and made her wake up in the morning screaming. She needed to tell someone but she could not.


Maria. She trusted her but not with this secret. Liz had felt them drifting away from each other for a while now. She would hang out with Maria only to have Michael come and hang out with them too. Liz loved both of them, but she always felt like the third wheel now. She would sometimes sit with them while watching a movie and wonder why she still even bothered.


The whole town would soon figure out what was going on between the two of them. Only a couple other people knew what was going on between them. But normal people, friends, just did not act like that together, and it was not hard to put two and two together. She was not jealous of them, just tired. It was OK that she was drifting away from Maria. Friends sometime did that. It was just hard to lose your best friend.


Liz cried her self to sleep that day and slept throughout that night. Sobs occur once in a while in her dreams.





Max thought of all of the nights he wanted to go back but he could not until he proved himself. Ten months ago he knew that he was coming back, he missed the small little town. He called Michael's number but Maria had answered the phone. He had talked to her instead because, at that time, he would have talked to anyone. He told her of his plans to come back.


After the first time he had gotten off of the phone with her, he was in shock. When Maria was little she had never been able to keep a secret. Now, hoping she could keep his secret, he had told her that he was coming back, but he did not want her to tell anyone, not even Michael. She had complained and he knew she wanted to tell Michael but he could not let her tell him.


After that every two weeks, Max would call Maria to update her. He had found out a lot of the town gossip. Mostly about her and Michael, and how they were starting to fall in love. She left him with that secret of hers because she had never really told Michael that she loved him. Over time he learned that she had changed and even that she had learned to grow up. Once in a while Maria would talk of Liz and Max could feel his heart speeding up. Maria made her sound like she had a good life and that she was happy, and that was enough for Max.


Then one night every thing changed. Max had given Maria his cell phone number and told her to call him if anything big ever happen. And Maria did call him late one night. What Maria told Max made him decide to come back that week. Instead of waiting for five more months to return.

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Hey thank you to all of these people who left me wonderful feed back. You all are the best. I know that I have not posted in a while, things have just been so busy with me. Anyway I tried to make this part a little longer for all of you. So please forgive me!

For now I am going to be posting every two weeks. Don't throw the lettuce, and tomatoes just yet. First, let me tell you all the advantages. First of all, I promise that all of the parts will be longer. Second of all, this will let me be able to put all of my thoughts together, so that the new part will only get better, and they don't have to be rushed. Third of all, right now every thing is just getting out of control and I have to fix a couple of things before I can get back to posting every week. Well, thanks for reading this. I know you want to just get to the new part. I hope you all love the new part and keep leaving me feedback.


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Part 5







Max




Flashback


"Maria do you know what time it is." Max asked her trying to get the sleep out of his voice.

"Max you have to come back now. Liz needs you." Maria told Max frantically in the phone.

"Maria we have already discussed this. I can't come back for at least five more months. Now if this is all you called to say; I have to go to work in the morning."

"No, Max please, just come back now."

"I can't. Maria I am hanging up now."

"Liz was raped."

"What. How do you know that?"

"I went to bail Michael out of jail for public drunkenness, and I saw Liz in there filling out a report. I only saw her for a second because she was being taken into a back room, but then I heard one of the officer say , “ Oh that poor girl. I can't believe she was raped. I never thought something like that would ever happen here." Max, I did not know what to do. I can't tell Michael because it is not my place to tell. But I don't think that Liz will tell anyone about this. And I just think that she will need someone."

"Maria calm down, you are rambling, I am sure that every thing will be OK."

"Max just please come back soon. If you don't, I fear we will lose Liz forever."

"Don't worry Maria, I will be back soon. I will be back soon."

End Of Flashback



That night I never could fall back a sleep. It is not like I even tried hard, all I could do was sit in my room, and stair at the ceiling. I thought about Liz and how I would kill the person if I ever found out who raped her. About five-thirthy in the morning I packed up all of my things from the little motel eight room. I checked out, and paid my bill for the last two months, then left to go back home.






Liz



Secrets were now starting to consume Liz's life. They terrorized her at night and made her wake up in the morning screaming. She needed to tell someone but she could not. If only someone could help her. If only someone could tell Liz that everything would be all right. But things would never be the same again.

At least Liz was sure of one thing. She would never tell any one about being raped. Sure she had told the police, but that was to make sure it could not happen again. But she would just die if anyone close to her ever found out. They would pity her and tell her how sorry she was. Liz did not need that. Fear already surged through her body at night, at the thought.

Fear. Just saying or thinking the word brought back all of the painful memories of that night. The physical scars had already faded a lot, but she still had to cover them with make up. But no matter how much they faded, Liz felt like they would always be there to remind her of what happened.




Flashback

Liz dug her keys out of her purse. It had been a long night of serving the masses at the Crash Diner and Bar. Her feet carried her unconsciously over the familiar path to her house.

She had left the house mad and decided to walk to work. She had gotten in another fight with her father, the third time that week. Jeffery Parker screamed at his only daughter like there was no tomorrow. At the end of the yelling match Liz found herself saying , "I wish you would have never met Mom, she deserved a lot better then you. I wish you would have never happen me, I hope you end up dying alone, with another whore. God, if Mom could only see you now. She would turn and run the other way down the street." After that, what little temper Jeffery Parker had let was gone. He slapped Liz quicker then a flash of lightning strikes a house, and turned to get a beer.

Liz ran out of the house, but heard him yell to her , "if you don't like it you can just leave."

Walking home the three miles at night was not bad. She knew the path well and felt safe. That was the last time that Liz would ever feel safe at night. As Liz approached the house she could tell no one was home. Liz was glad at that fact; she could not stand another run in with her father that night.

"Damn him, he could have at least left the light on , ” Liz muttered under her breath. All Liz wanted to do was take a nice hot shower and go to bed, but now she would have to spend time fumbling to unlock the front door in the dark.

The closer she got to the house the more tired she felt. Her steps slowed, as she felt her way along the path in the dark, skirting the hedge that led to the door. Liz was only steps away from the door; she reached in her coat and pulled the key from her pocket. She then extended the key.

Liz heard a noise coming from the big oak tree just over the hedge, but played it off as just an owl getting ready to make it's nightly round for food. She placed the key in the lock after a couple of missed time. Fear rushed in her as the noise got louder. Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed her. One hand rushed around her mouth and the other around her waist. Liz frantically tried to scream but could not. She felt the arms strengthen, and was jerked off her feet. The arms held her tightly against a drunken body. There were three facts that Liz could clearly remember: one, the person much taller then her, two, that they were definitely more powerful, and three, the awful smell of whiskey that reeked around them.

Liz stopped struggling for a couple of minutes when the shock finally set in, but then began violently struggling again with all of her strength.

The only response she got was a low growl and the word stop whispered into her ear. The man again tightened his hands around her. Liz was lifted right off her feet. She fought harder. No, this is not going to happen to me. She kept telling herself. Please let this just be a dream.

Her legs flailed helplessly against his legs. She could feel the heat emanating from her attackers body, along with his power. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized this was no dream. It was reality. Liz could taste her own fear, as she dangled against him helplessly.

Her body jumped when another low whisper feathered across her ear, "Do what I say, exactly what I say, and you will not be hurt. If you fight me, I promise it will be much, much worse and you will pay dearly. Do you understand?"

Liz tried to speak against his hand, but realized the futility and shook her head no quickly. Cold shivers were running down her spine as his hand at her waist tightened, again. This was not the answer he wanted. His hand came around violently as he hit her in the face. He responded after that with the same question again. This time her answer changed to a different answer.

He pulled Liz's body, hard against his warm one before finally allowing Liz to slide down to her feet again. Liz was unnerved to feel his evident arousal press briefly into her ass.

"Open the front door. Don't try to run it will be no use. This is going to happen, I know you want it to." He whispered into her ear once more. Liz froze as she realized this was not going to be a robbery and that was most certainly going to be a rape.

Dazed, she realized her mouth was free. She took a deep breath, preparing to scream. Liz knew she only had one chance. She remembered that Mrs. Jones down the hill snooped constantly and would be on the lookout for anything unusual. One small scream would save her. Liz let out a screech, but her attacker quickly smothered it with his hand. His hand went back to cover her mouth and throat. He growled in that same whisper. "Try that again and you'll never make another sound again, I promise you. Do you understand? Do you?" His hot breathe felt sticky on her neck, and Liz finally realized that there was no way out of this. She gave up the fight and tried to make her self go numb as they walked in the house.

End of Flashback

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PART SIX




Liz was working at the crash. It had been a busy day nonstop. She only had three hours left to work when she saw him. Max came to see Liz at work. When Liz saw him she spilled the coffee she had in her hands all over the place. All Max could do was grin.


All Liz could do was stand there, looking at the coffee. She was like a deer caught in headlights. She felt weak, all she could think about was running away. So she did. She ran out of the Crash. Liz could hear the boss yelling after her. But nothing else really mattered. She had to escape.


It killed her to see all of those smiling faces looking at her. They were so happy, and did not really see what was going on in the world around them. Liz didn't think she could ever be like that again. Happy. How could all of those people really be happy, how did they even know if they truly were?


Liz thought that you could never really be happy. Happiness is just like belonging. That we could never really achieve either of those feelings.


She ran as far as she could, letting her thoughts take over her mind. She was almost to her secret spot when she heard foot steps running behind her. Liz panicked and started to run faster. If she could only make it she was almost there.


Liz could feel herself starting to slip on the lose gravel. She knew she was going to fall and that nothing could save her. Liz made one last attempt to save herself as she put her hands out to brace herself for the impact. The next thing she could see saw was a pair of warm amber eyes looking down at her.


"Liz are you OK." Max asked her.


Max was holding Liz tight. She felt the warmness of his body around hers. Oh no not again. She thought. Her mind screamed at her,you cannot let him rape you again.' She felt the bile start to rise up in her throat. Liz had to get away. No one was going to touch her again.


Liz tried to push herself away from Max but his grip tightened around her.
Max knew what Liz was thinking at that moment in time,
that he was going to rape her.


"Liz I am not going to hurt. I know what happened and it is OK."


Liz started to sob uncontrollably.


"No, Max, you don't know what happened and you never could." She kept repeating that over and over again. Max could feel her body trembling.


"I won't let any one hurt you Liz."


Liz finally got control of her emotions. She tried again to get out of his grasp but Max would not loosen it. She had stopped crying, and her heart started to fill up with hate. Liz hated every thing.


"Max let me go." Liz screamed.


"Never." Max told her calmly.


Max had a calming look in his eyes, and Liz hated that he could be so calm so understanding and not even know what was realy going on with her. Liz hated herself, she wanted every one around her to be miserable just like she was.


Liz did not want Max to try to fix her. She did not want his words of "everything will be ok." She just wanted Max gone.


"Max you don't know any thing. Just stay out of my business." Liz finally stopped fight against him. She realized that was the key to getting him to let her go.


"I know you were raped Liz. I am here for you so whenever you are ready to talk about it you can tell me."


Liz looked up at him with shock in her eyes.


"You can't run away for me Liz. I know. I know more about you then you think. Just like I know your hiding place is the old cave just up the hill. You used to follow me in there. Remember a long time ago. It used to be my hiding spot."


Max stood up and picked Liz up with him.


Liz accepted Max's help. She remained quiet. And started to walk away down the path. When she realized that Max was not following her, she turned and stared into his eyes. Then turned around and started to walk again. Max began following her again. Keeping the distance between them, but still being able to let her know that he was there for her.


There was always a calm before the storm.

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Part Seven







For the next the couple of days Liz talked only when she had too. Everyone around her could see that they were losing her. Her eyes never had the sparkle that they once held. Her grades started to fall. Even her teachers noticed that she was zoning out in school.






Liz.....




Math Class



"Miss Parker you are needed down at the guidance counselor office. Here take your pass and be back quickly. You really need to be in class."


The class snickered. This only seemed to add to my own confusion. What was Mrs. Singer, my math teacher saying now? Oh the pass. I slowly began to pick up my things and shove them into my backpack. As I went to pick up my Math book off the desk it fell to the ground.


"Miss Parker, do I look like I have all day. Hurry up, and try to be a little more careful with the schools property. With your grades you are going to be using it next year so I would not damage it."


The class stopped talking and looked at me.


"What ever Mrs. Singer, I am going as fast as I can. Maybe if you did not have to be such a bitch I could go faster."


Mrs. Singer turned back around from the black board. To look at me.


"What did you say Ms. Parker?"


"You heard every fucking word out of my mouth. I could teach this class better then you could. Your a lazy, fat, ugly bitch who will always have a husband who cheats on her."


I did not look around as I started to walk out the door. I could only imagine what kind of looks the class was giving me. I could feel Mrs. Singers glare on my back as I went to turn the door handle. But I did not really care. I was in my own personal hell and things only seemed to be getting worse.


"I bet you weren't really raped Liz. I bet you begged that man to give it to you. We all know what a slut you really are." I heard her say to me as I walked out the door.

Oh God. How did she find out? Now everyone will know by the end of the day. I could not stay there, so I did the only thing I knew how to do. I ran. Once I got out to my car, I sat there, looking in the mirror. I could not even recognize myself. I saw my box cutter lying on the passenger seat. It seemed to call to me. I remember picking it up, and sliding the blade out. The next thing I saw was the blood running down my arm and I suddenly realized how good it felt.


I did it again and I saw more blood. Something broke my infatuation with the blood and I looked up. I noticed the security guard walking over to my car, so I started turned the key and gunned it out of the parking lot. I drove back to my house as fast as I could. As I walked in I heard Max and Michael talking in the kitchen. I knew I would be questioned if the saw me, so I walked up to my room as fast as I could.....





Max.....



"Michael I heard someone walk in. When is your dad coming home?"


"Not for another couple of weeks, Max. Maybe it is Liz getting off from school."


"At ten-thirty Michael? When we went to school, it did not get out until three."


I stood there looking at him as he frowned at me. I could see the confusion and anger written all over his face. We heard the door shut and he went to walk upstairs.


"Don't Michael," I called to him.


"Why not Max? Do you know what is going on with her, because I sure the hell don't, and I want to know what is going on."


"Michael, now is not the right time."


"Fuck you Max! She is my sister. You don't know anything about her. You were gone for years remember." I could hear the anger in his voice. Maybe he had not really forgiven me for just leaving.


"She was raped." I said to him softly hoping that he would not hear me.


"What did you say?" He asked me. But I knew he had heard me.


"He said I was raped Michael. Didn't you hear him the first time."


I turned to see Liz's small fame standing in the door. I looked her over, and saw the blood on her arm. She looked so sad. But only for a second, then her face went blank. Her eyes are what haunted me the most. I could not see anything in them.


"It was not your secret to tell Max. I hope you are happy now." She walked to the refrigerator and grabbed a can of soda. Then she turn to Michael, it was then I saw the camera in her hand. I saw the flash as she took the picture of Michael's face. Then she walked back upstairs. I heard her door shut. Michael continued to just stare at me.


I started to walk up after her. Michael grabbed my arm and let it go.


"YOU cannot deal with this Max. That was my pure little innocent sister." He said to me.


"She is not pure anymore Michael." I said with a defeated tone.


I turned to look at him. He started to walk out through the backdoor.


"This is just to unreal." He said as he turned to leave. "Just help her. I can't right now."


With that he left and I was left there to figure out how I could help Liz. I started to walk back up to her room.

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Part Eight







Liz





I stared at the knife for a long time. I looked at it. Wondering if I could really do it again. The thought scared me that I was even thinking about pushing the blade down into my skin. But I kind of liked it. I started to draw it closer. Until I heard a gasp.


I turn around to look back to see what had made the noise that had disturbed me from my peace.


Max.....


"Liz don't cut yourself."


"Don't tell me what to do Max."


"Don't cut yourself Liz." He said again with more force.


"Max you are not my boss. I can do whatever the fuck I want." I told him coldly.


I started to push it down when Max jumped at me. He tried to grab the knife from my hand. But he only succeeds to fall on top of me. He pinned my hands above my head trying to get the knife.


"Max get off of me." I screamed as loud as I could.


"Please don't rape me. I will do anything." I yelled, I could feel tears running down my eyes.


Oh God where did that come from. Max quickly let go of my arms and moved off of me. I could see the hurt in his eyes. What had I done? It was just Max. Max would never hurt me. Or maybe he would again? When I really needed Max where was he. We stared at each other until he finally broke the silence.


"I will not let you hurt yourself."


"You can't tell anyone Max. You saw nothing."


"Tell me Liz. Tell me what is going on or I will tell someone. I will tell everyone. Until you are finally forced to get the help you need." Max yelled at me. I tried to blink back the tears that were threatening to fall again.


"No. Max." I said quietly.


Max leaned over and grabbed at my arms. I tried to fight to get out of his grasp again but he was too strong. He pushed up my hoody to uncover my arms.


"Liz , what have you done to yourself." He whispered in my ear . I could hear his concern laced throughout every word he said.


His fingers traced over the two marks. This sent chills down my back. I pulled away from him and grabbed at the knife again. He reached for me , but it was to late. I already pushed the knife to my arm and started to cut a long line down it.


The numbness started to overcome me. I dropped the knife and watch Max.


"Don't try to care about me Max. There is nothing left to save." I told him. I started to feel dizzy. I could feel myself falling. I felt the carpet. Then everything just went blank.

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