Roswell Revisited (AU/CC Mature) Thread #2
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*Maria*
"No, I want to come." he assures me with a look of pure determination. Well, maybe he's not like the others after all.
He really is...different.
"Okay." I whisper my eyes downcast as I start towards the trailer park.
We come to the outside of my current place of residence and I stand hesitately at the door.
"So, I just need to run in and grab a couple of things. You can wait outside if you want." I offer giving him a way out. Plus, I'm not completely comfortable with him seeing the inside of the place. It is far from the Martha Stewart inspired decoration that is his home.
"No, I want to come." he assures me with a look of pure determination. Well, maybe he's not like the others after all.
He really is...different.
"Okay." I whisper my eyes downcast as I start towards the trailer park.
We come to the outside of my current place of residence and I stand hesitately at the door.
"So, I just need to run in and grab a couple of things. You can wait outside if you want." I offer giving him a way out. Plus, I'm not completely comfortable with him seeing the inside of the place. It is far from the Martha Stewart inspired decoration that is his home.

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Michael
We walk down the street, stopping in front of a little derelict place where Maria stands hesitantly, looking at me carefully. It isn't that I care about where she is, it's that she does, and that's bothering her. I can tell she's ashamed.
"So, I just need to run in and grab a couple of things. You can wait outside if you want." She offers, but I just shake my head.
"I don't want you going in there alone."
We walk down the street, stopping in front of a little derelict place where Maria stands hesitantly, looking at me carefully. It isn't that I care about where she is, it's that she does, and that's bothering her. I can tell she's ashamed.
"So, I just need to run in and grab a couple of things. You can wait outside if you want." She offers, but I just shake my head.
"I don't want you going in there alone."

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*Maria*
"I don't want you going in there alone." He shakes his haead persistantly informing me that he's not leaving my side.
Silently, I rejoice. I never wanted to go back inside the walls of torment, but I'm not willing to abandoned the only clues to have of my past.
Instintively my hand find the silver locket around my neck. I always play with it's chain when I'm nervous. Biting my bottum lip adamantly I put on my bravest face. It's show time.
I push the door forward and it gives and awful squel. One I had been expecting, but it startled me nevertheless. My breath catches in my throat as my eyes adjust to the darkness. Hank must not have paid the electric bill..again.
Stepping into the dim room I motion for Michael to follow me while I protectively keep in front of him.
"I don't think he's here." I state almost to myself as my eyes search frantically for the source of my hatred. The eyes come to rest on the spot where he had tried to rape me before and I almost lose it.
Grinding my teeth I push past the pain and into my bedroom.
"I don't want you going in there alone." He shakes his haead persistantly informing me that he's not leaving my side.
Silently, I rejoice. I never wanted to go back inside the walls of torment, but I'm not willing to abandoned the only clues to have of my past.
Instintively my hand find the silver locket around my neck. I always play with it's chain when I'm nervous. Biting my bottum lip adamantly I put on my bravest face. It's show time.
I push the door forward and it gives and awful squel. One I had been expecting, but it startled me nevertheless. My breath catches in my throat as my eyes adjust to the darkness. Hank must not have paid the electric bill..again.
Stepping into the dim room I motion for Michael to follow me while I protectively keep in front of him.
"I don't think he's here." I state almost to myself as my eyes search frantically for the source of my hatred. The eyes come to rest on the spot where he had tried to rape me before and I almost lose it.
Grinding my teeth I push past the pain and into my bedroom.

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