Chapter 21
“Wait a fucking minute, you were suppose to be having dinner with me but instead you fucked some bitch. You bastard. First we sleep together and then you sleep with someone else and now instead of meeting me for lunch two years ago you fucked some chick. All you ever do is hurt me Max, why the hell should I ever be with you?”
“I mean what the hell is wrong with you?” I turn to leave but I remember that the door is still locked. I turn back to him, looking at his pant pocket, where I see his cell phone in his pocket.
“You ass, that could have come in handy a while ago,” he gives me a dumbfounded look and I point to his cell phone. He looks down and pulls it out, holding it out to me.
“I would thank you but I don’t think that you deserve any type of thanks from anyone,” I yell at him, taking the phone and dialing Maria’s number. She answers on my fourth attempt to get her.
“What’s up?” she asks all cheery.
“What’s up? What’s up? What’s up is that I want you to come up to this room this minute and get me the hell out of here. Do you understand me?”
“When I left you two were getting on perfectly. What happened?”
“That bastard, instead of having dinner with me, went off fucking some one named Kit Kat. That’s what the hell happened. Anything else you want to know or are you going to get the hell up here and get me out of here?” I ask her.
“I’ll be right there,” I hang up, not even bothering to say good-bye. I don’t turn back to Max, I just throw his phone at him, but my aim is so bad when I’m bad my aim is crappy. I hear it clatter on the floor and breaks in millions of little pieces.
I don’t hear him say anything and I don’t bother to apologize. I don’t care if I broke his phone, he deserves it. I don’t hear anything except for the sound of the wind, but I do hear a soft sound coming from that end of the balcony. I turn around to see him looking over the balcony with his chin in his hands and his elbows on the concrete wall of the balcony. He has little tears running down his face and falling onto the balcony wall.
I don’t care if he cries, he deserves it. He needs to fell ashamed of himself; I can’t believe that he can even fell badly about himself. He should burn in hell. I want to be alone. I want to be by myself. I want to crawl into a hole and shut out the light. I want to be all in darkness.
He turns around and looks at me with emotions shinning in his eyes. He’s trying to make me feel sorry for him, but it’s not going to happen. I won’t fall for it. I feel for his charm once and look where it got me. Here, with my heart broken in millions of little pieces. I turn back to the window and find Maria coming in through the door.
Hours Later
Maria and the gang
“Liz is finally asleep. After two hours, she finally cried herself to sleep,” I tell everyone. Michael, my boyfriend, Isabel and Tess, Max’s sisters, Alex, my best friends and Isabel’s husband, Kyle, my brother and Tess’s husband are all here. Max we left in his hotel room and Liz is in mine.
“What are we going to do, those two need to get back together. They love each other and are miserable without each other. They think they’re not but they are,” Tess says.
“Why can’t you guys just leave them alone? If they are meant to be together then they will, if they aren’t then they won’t. That’s that,” Kyle say and we all glare at him. He holds up his hand in surrender.
“I called Amber and Serena, they are on they’re way,” Isabel says, and I nod my head looking toward Michael.
“Me and the guys know what were are suppose to do, but we have one question,” I nod my head telling him to go on. “Why are you three, sorry you five doing this? If Liz is going to cry for two hours every time they talk why put her through that?”
“We put her through that Michael, because she won’t move forward with him or anyone else until they sort this out. I just want my girl to be happy and if that’s with Max or someone else it doesn’t matter to me.”
“No, not to her but it does to me, Tess, Amber, and Serena. We want Max and Liz together because it will make Max happy. If they are together, Max will be happy and life for both of them will go back to normal and Max will come back to the city and not be a hermit anymore,” Isabel says. That’s her reasoning not mine. I just want Liz to be able to move on with her life and I know that she won’t do that until she has all the answers she needs. I love that girl to death and I want her to finally be happy. If she has to hurt first in order to become happy then so be it.
“Maria, what do you want for dinner?” Michael asks me. I look at him and the rest of the gang looking at me with hungry stares.
“Whatever you guys have decided on is good for me. Just order me the least fatty of all foods and order Liz the something with the most fat. Michael if you don’t want your best friend to starve to death then I suggest you order him something too,” I tell Michael and walk to the window to look down at the pool. The pool looks beautiful in the moon light. The water looks so blue, that is the perfect thing to do.
Michael
I walk next to Maria, putting my arm around her shoulder and look down at the pool. They pool, that’s perfect, I’ll take Max down to the pool and he’ll have the fun.
“You guys I’ll see you in a little while. I want to do something,” I call out to the rest of the gang kiss Maria on the cheek and walk out the door to the elevator and straight toward Maxwell’s room. I open the door, which is surprisingly unlocked. He’s sitting in the dark with a pillow over his head.
“You want to go swimming?” I ask him.
“Sure.”
Maria
After Michael left, I walk to Liz’s room and wake her up.
“Hey Lizzie, you want to do something?”
“What?”
“You want to go swimming?” I ask her and she nods her head.
“Let’s go,” I tell her pulling her toward her suitcase, and telling her to change. Ten minutes later she comes out of the room and with a huge smile on her face.
“You ready?”
“You bet.”
We put our pool towels on the chair and Liz pushes me in.
“Liz you brat you pushed me in,” I yell at her but she jumps in after me. Thank you God, she’s smiling and happy. I look toward the gate when I hear noise, to find Max and Michael walking through the gate. I look at Liz; she hasn’t seem to notice yet.
“Hello, Michael, Max,” I say to them, and then look at Liz. That got her attention. Only the bad kind, she isn’t smiling or anything. She’s getting out of the pool and putting her towel around her. She looks at the boys, who are looking at her, and then she glares at me. She walks toward the get, walking right by Max. He grabs her arm.
“Liz, wait. Can we talk?” he asks her.
“I wouldn’t talk to you if you were the last man on earth,” she yells at him. She yells so loud that she has probably waking up the whole hotel.
“Well, you started this. You’re the one that wanted to talk about the past, but you had to know. You just couldn’t let it go, so we talked and it was too much for you to handle,” Max yells back at her. What right does he have to yell at her.
“What right to do you have to yell at me?” she yells at him as I hop out of the pool. I put my towel around me and walk over and stand by Michael.
“I have every right. We could be married and happy right now if it wasn’t for you wanting to know everything about the past. Why couldn’t you just let it go, God Liz, why?” he asks her.
“You don’t have any right to question me. I’m the one that waited at that table for hours and hours. What did you do fuck some girl named Kit Kat, you damn bastard,” she yells back at him. You go girl.
“Will you two shut the fuck up!” Max’s dad yells from his room.
“Philip, leave the kids alone and let them work this out.”
“They are waking up all of us Diane.”
“Let it be.”
“Yeah, Liz you should have let it be!” Max yells at her. She looks at him, pulls her hand back and slaps him across the face.
“You go girl!” I yell at her.
“Shut up Maria!” Max and Liz both yell at me. I take a step back. Never have either of them talked to me that way, it is scary.
“Fine, but will you two just make up already, your annoying!” I yell at them and leave the pool area, Michael right behind me.
What do you think? Was it good? Worth it? Let me know.
Elizabeth and Maxwell AU, M/L, MATURE)CH.32 4/12/06 [WIP]
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Chapter 22
Sitting in my room and thinking about Liz. What the hell am I going to do? I should have lied, or stood my ground and told her nothing. I should have just let her go instead of hurting her more.
“Ahhh.”
But then, she was the one to push. She’s the one that wanted to know everything; she just couldn’t let the damn past go. Damnit, why does life have to be so complicated? Better yet, why was I so scared to just be with Liz all those years ago and why did I have to sleep with Kat. I should have just told her that I was scared to be with her, instead of doing something stupid. I should have been a man about it instead of lying and cheating.
Then, I wouldn’t call that cheating when we weren’t even together. We weren’t together so what the hell does she have to be bad about. We were only meeting for dinner, not having a date. It was only a dinner between friends and not like we were having a lovely date with candles and lobster or anything.
There a knock at the door but I don’t care. The knocking keeps coming except now its louder and more consistent. I hate whoever is at the door, right now.
“Max, open the door. Open the door, Maaaaaaxxxxxxxx!” it’s Liz, what the hell is going on. This place looks like shit. A week since I got back home. I’ve just be trashing this place since I got here. I can’t let her see me or my home like this.
“Max, I know your in there,” she pounds on the door some more. “Open the damn door!” I don’t have a choice, if she knows I’m here. I walk to the door open it, and find Liz, standing there with her hand up in the hair getting ready to pound on my door yet again.
“Finally, what are you deft?” she asks me walking past me and into the living room. “Max, this place is a pigs sty. Why the hell haven’t you cleaned it or hired a cleaning lady?” she yells at me through the entryway. I walk into the living room and find her clearing a spot on the couch next to the spot that I was just sitting in.
“Why are you here Liz? The last time we talked you basically told me that you never wanted to talk to me again, why the change of heart?” I ask her. She doesn’t seem to notice my question; she just sits on the couch looking out into space.
“Liz?” she looks over at me, her eyes looking at me with confuse.
“I don’t want to know, I didn’t want to know anything anymore, Max. I just want us to be friends. Can we just be friends?” she asks me. She sounds scared and alone. Not something you would ever hear from Liz.
“Friends, don’t you want to know why, Liz?”
“Of course I want to know, but it hurts too much,” she tells me looking away. We both stay silent for what seems like forever. I walk over to the couch and sit in the spot I had vacated when I went to answer the door.
“I was scared.”
“What?”
“I was scared, that you would hate me. After what happened that night when we had sex, I was scared. I mean you never called me back and you never left any messages, I just figured you regretted it.”
“I didn’t leave . . . . .”
“I know why you didn’t, she was suppose to talk to. . .”
“I know, it was meant for what’s her name?”
“Yeah, so to answer your last question, we can be friends. If that’s what you want?” I ask her. I don’t want to be just friends with Liz, I want to be the father of her children.
“For now, we need to be just friends, Max. I don’t think that I could have it either way,” she tells me. Why do I have to be such an idiot? Why didn’t I just lie to her?
“So, you want to watch a movie?” I ask her. She smiles and nods. I grab her hand and pull her through the crap in my living room to my DVD cabinet.
“What do you want to watch?” she asks me, looking up at me smiling.
“Jaws!” I yell and she jumps back, falling over all the crap.
“Gross,” she say and look down at her hand, which is cover in peanut butter.
“How about we bypass the movie and clean this place, before rats infest it?” I nod my head to that. While we clean I can work on my plan to get Liz back.
Chapter 22
Sitting in my room and thinking about Liz. What the hell am I going to do? I should have lied, or stood my ground and told her nothing. I should have just let her go instead of hurting her more.
“Ahhh.”
But then, she was the one to push. She’s the one that wanted to know everything; she just couldn’t let the damn past go. Damnit, why does life have to be so complicated? Better yet, why was I so scared to just be with Liz all those years ago and why did I have to sleep with Kat. I should have just told her that I was scared to be with her, instead of doing something stupid. I should have been a man about it instead of lying and cheating.
Then, I wouldn’t call that cheating when we weren’t even together. We weren’t together so what the hell does she have to be bad about. We were only meeting for dinner, not having a date. It was only a dinner between friends and not like we were having a lovely date with candles and lobster or anything.
There a knock at the door but I don’t care. The knocking keeps coming except now its louder and more consistent. I hate whoever is at the door, right now.
“Max, open the door. Open the door, Maaaaaaxxxxxxxx!” it’s Liz, what the hell is going on. This place looks like shit. A week since I got back home. I’ve just be trashing this place since I got here. I can’t let her see me or my home like this.
“Max, I know your in there,” she pounds on the door some more. “Open the damn door!” I don’t have a choice, if she knows I’m here. I walk to the door open it, and find Liz, standing there with her hand up in the hair getting ready to pound on my door yet again.
“Finally, what are you deft?” she asks me walking past me and into the living room. “Max, this place is a pigs sty. Why the hell haven’t you cleaned it or hired a cleaning lady?” she yells at me through the entryway. I walk into the living room and find her clearing a spot on the couch next to the spot that I was just sitting in.
“Why are you here Liz? The last time we talked you basically told me that you never wanted to talk to me again, why the change of heart?” I ask her. She doesn’t seem to notice my question; she just sits on the couch looking out into space.
“Liz?” she looks over at me, her eyes looking at me with confuse.
“I don’t want to know, I didn’t want to know anything anymore, Max. I just want us to be friends. Can we just be friends?” she asks me. She sounds scared and alone. Not something you would ever hear from Liz.
“Friends, don’t you want to know why, Liz?”
“Of course I want to know, but it hurts too much,” she tells me looking away. We both stay silent for what seems like forever. I walk over to the couch and sit in the spot I had vacated when I went to answer the door.
“I was scared.”
“What?”
“I was scared, that you would hate me. After what happened that night when we had sex, I was scared. I mean you never called me back and you never left any messages, I just figured you regretted it.”
“I didn’t leave . . . . .”
“I know why you didn’t, she was suppose to talk to. . .”
“I know, it was meant for what’s her name?”
“Yeah, so to answer your last question, we can be friends. If that’s what you want?” I ask her. I don’t want to be just friends with Liz, I want to be the father of her children.
“For now, we need to be just friends, Max. I don’t think that I could have it either way,” she tells me. Why do I have to be such an idiot? Why didn’t I just lie to her?
“So, you want to watch a movie?” I ask her. She smiles and nods. I grab her hand and pull her through the crap in my living room to my DVD cabinet.
“What do you want to watch?” she asks me, looking up at me smiling.
“Jaws!” I yell and she jumps back, falling over all the crap.
“Gross,” she say and look down at her hand, which is cover in peanut butter.
“How about we bypass the movie and clean this place, before rats infest it?” I nod my head to that. While we clean I can work on my plan to get Liz back.
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Chapter 23
“Alright, we are all clean and neat and tidy,” I tell him. This place looked like a hurricane struck before I got here. That’s how bad it was. Yuck.
“We didn’t do too bad cleaning this place up,” he say. I laugh and nod my head.
“Yeah right, my hair is a mess, plus I’m smelly and sweetie. That is gross,” I tell him. “I should probably be heading out. Don’t want to smell for the rest of my life.”
“Hey you can take a shower here if you want and wear some of my clothes. We can still watch that movie,” he tells me with a big fat smile. I can’t help but think he has other motives. I put that thought out of my head, his my friend now.
“K,” I say and he takes me up the stairs to his room. He pulls out a pair of pajama pants and one of his wife beaters. I smile my thanks and walk into his bathroom. I take a twenty minute shower, get dressed, open the door to the bathroom and find Max on his bed flipping channels.
“What do you want to watch?” I ask him. He looks at me and smiles. He pulls a movie out from under his pillow, and I jump.
“No, Max we are not watching Jaws, I hate that movie,” I whine at him. He knows that I hate it, and that is why he is putting it on.
“Liz, nothing is going to happen. We aren’t that close to water and I will be here to protect you.”
“No.”
“Come on Liz, please?”
“Why can’t you watch this with Kyle or somebody?” I ask him.
“They don’t like to watch it with me. They prefer to watch it with their wives. And since I don’t have a wife, you as my friend are entitled to watch it with me.”
“Why me?”
“Because you are a friend and you will get freaked out. IT works.”
“No it doesn’t, why can’t we watch something else?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know?”
“American Werewolf in Paris?” he asks with a smile.
“The new or the old one?”
“The old one, Liz. That would be the only one I have because the new one isn’t scary at all. You know that,” he tells me smirking.
“That’s why I like it,” I whisper under my breath.
“I didn’t quite catch that. What did you say Liz?”
“I said, you smartass, that is why I like it because it isn’t scary,” I yell at him and he laughs. I hit his arm and he only laughs more.
“How about The Sixth Sense?” he ask me.
“Are you crazy, that is the last thing I want to watch. Ghosts coming out and making a little boy help them. Then hurting him, that is fucking insane,” I tell him and he won’t stop smirking.
“How about Dracula?”
“That is so not going to happen. Some vampire telling a man, I want to suck your blood,” I spit at him.
“Liz, he doesn’t say that.”
“Yes he does”
“No he doesn’t”
“Yes he does”
“No he doesn’t”
“Yes he does”
“Okay the only way to prove it to you is to watch it,” he say and walks over the entertainment center in his room.
“Wait, no I don’t want to watch Dracula.”
“Liz, I have to prove it to you.”
“I believe you.”
“What do you want to watch, woman?” he asks me.
“Who you calling woman?”
“That’s what you are isn’t it, a woman?”
“Last time I checked, but why are you calling me one?”
“Liz, if I have to go over evolution with you then we are never going to watch a movie.”
“I don’t we are ever going to watch a movie since we can’t decide.”
“We would decide if you weren’t so damn stubborn,” he tells me.
“I don’t want to watch a horror film.”
“Fine, what do you want to watch?”
“A chick flick or a comedy, I don’t know.”
“How about Animal House?”
“Perfect.”
“Alright, we are all clean and neat and tidy,” I tell him. This place looked like a hurricane struck before I got here. That’s how bad it was. Yuck.
“We didn’t do too bad cleaning this place up,” he say. I laugh and nod my head.
“Yeah right, my hair is a mess, plus I’m smelly and sweetie. That is gross,” I tell him. “I should probably be heading out. Don’t want to smell for the rest of my life.”
“Hey you can take a shower here if you want and wear some of my clothes. We can still watch that movie,” he tells me with a big fat smile. I can’t help but think he has other motives. I put that thought out of my head, his my friend now.
“K,” I say and he takes me up the stairs to his room. He pulls out a pair of pajama pants and one of his wife beaters. I smile my thanks and walk into his bathroom. I take a twenty minute shower, get dressed, open the door to the bathroom and find Max on his bed flipping channels.
“What do you want to watch?” I ask him. He looks at me and smiles. He pulls a movie out from under his pillow, and I jump.
“No, Max we are not watching Jaws, I hate that movie,” I whine at him. He knows that I hate it, and that is why he is putting it on.
“Liz, nothing is going to happen. We aren’t that close to water and I will be here to protect you.”
“No.”
“Come on Liz, please?”
“Why can’t you watch this with Kyle or somebody?” I ask him.
“They don’t like to watch it with me. They prefer to watch it with their wives. And since I don’t have a wife, you as my friend are entitled to watch it with me.”
“Why me?”
“Because you are a friend and you will get freaked out. IT works.”
“No it doesn’t, why can’t we watch something else?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know?”
“American Werewolf in Paris?” he asks with a smile.
“The new or the old one?”
“The old one, Liz. That would be the only one I have because the new one isn’t scary at all. You know that,” he tells me smirking.
“That’s why I like it,” I whisper under my breath.
“I didn’t quite catch that. What did you say Liz?”
“I said, you smartass, that is why I like it because it isn’t scary,” I yell at him and he laughs. I hit his arm and he only laughs more.
“How about The Sixth Sense?” he ask me.
“Are you crazy, that is the last thing I want to watch. Ghosts coming out and making a little boy help them. Then hurting him, that is fucking insane,” I tell him and he won’t stop smirking.
“How about Dracula?”
“That is so not going to happen. Some vampire telling a man, I want to suck your blood,” I spit at him.
“Liz, he doesn’t say that.”
“Yes he does”
“No he doesn’t”
“Yes he does”
“No he doesn’t”
“Yes he does”
“Okay the only way to prove it to you is to watch it,” he say and walks over the entertainment center in his room.
“Wait, no I don’t want to watch Dracula.”
“Liz, I have to prove it to you.”
“I believe you.”
“What do you want to watch, woman?” he asks me.
“Who you calling woman?”
“That’s what you are isn’t it, a woman?”
“Last time I checked, but why are you calling me one?”
“Liz, if I have to go over evolution with you then we are never going to watch a movie.”
“I don’t we are ever going to watch a movie since we can’t decide.”
“We would decide if you weren’t so damn stubborn,” he tells me.
“I don’t want to watch a horror film.”
“Fine, what do you want to watch?”
“A chick flick or a comedy, I don’t know.”
“How about Animal House?”
“Perfect.”
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Chapter 24(it's short, i know, don't kill me, sorry)
Liz, all I can think about is Liz. She’s on my mind twenty-four-seven. I miss her when she’s away and I miss her when she’s near. I miss kissing her and touching her, I just plain miss her.
“Hey Maxwell, how’s it hanging?” Michael asks me as he walks into my office. It’s been a year since I came back to the city. I don’t share an apartment with Michael anymore because he’s married to Maria and expecting their first baby in a month. He is always so freaking happy, it’s annoying.
“It’s hanging great Michael and you?” I ask him, knowing that he’s in the dog house with Maria at the moment.
“Shut up Max.”
“Oh, did Maria cut you off Michael?” I ask him.
“Max, when was the last time you got any?” he ask me and I shut up. I look at him and he grins. I can’t believe he said that.
“It’s not like Liz is giving you any,” he says. I stand up and he puts his hands up in surrender.
“Sorry man, I know it’s a touchy subject,” he says and puts a file on my desk. “The Adams, they want twenty thousand for damages from us, when the video tape shows that they were obviously drunk.
“I know, maybe we can settle and not have to go to trail, but if we do we should try and get Davis,” I tell him. He nods and leaves the room, closing my office door behind him, only to have it open again, I look up to find Liz. I smile and she smiles back.
“Max, you never will know what a day I’ve had,” she yells at me. I stand up and walk over to her. She looks up at me with tears in her eyes. I walk her over to my couch and we sit down.
“He, was .. . . (crying) sleeping . . . . (crying) with . . . . .(crying) some . . . . .(slut) . . . .on the fifth floor . . . . . .(crying),” she tells me. I pull her close and she rests her head on my shoulder, and crying all over my shirt. Damn, Peter. He hurt her; I’m going to kill him. After she finishes crying, I lift her head and kiss her on the crown of her head. I stand her up.
“You know what you need,” she shakes her head. “You need to go out and party. Tonight, the gang and us are going to go out and party.”
“You sure?” I nod.
“I’ll call Michael, Alex, and Kyle and make them clear all their plans,” I tell her, reach into my back pocket, pull out my wallet and hand her my visa card.
“What are you doing?” she ask me and I smile at her.
“Tonight you are going to be the best looking girl out there. So, take my card and go buy so lingerie and clothes, or something. When I see you tonight, my card better be so worn it doesn’t work anymore. Do you understand me?” she nods and I kiss her on the crown of her again.
“I will see you tonight. I will pick you up at six and then we will meet the gang at the club, got it?” she nods again and smirks. “Now, go.”
She leaves and I watch, this is going to be some night.
Liz, all I can think about is Liz. She’s on my mind twenty-four-seven. I miss her when she’s away and I miss her when she’s near. I miss kissing her and touching her, I just plain miss her.
“Hey Maxwell, how’s it hanging?” Michael asks me as he walks into my office. It’s been a year since I came back to the city. I don’t share an apartment with Michael anymore because he’s married to Maria and expecting their first baby in a month. He is always so freaking happy, it’s annoying.
“It’s hanging great Michael and you?” I ask him, knowing that he’s in the dog house with Maria at the moment.
“Shut up Max.”
“Oh, did Maria cut you off Michael?” I ask him.
“Max, when was the last time you got any?” he ask me and I shut up. I look at him and he grins. I can’t believe he said that.
“It’s not like Liz is giving you any,” he says. I stand up and he puts his hands up in surrender.
“Sorry man, I know it’s a touchy subject,” he says and puts a file on my desk. “The Adams, they want twenty thousand for damages from us, when the video tape shows that they were obviously drunk.
“I know, maybe we can settle and not have to go to trail, but if we do we should try and get Davis,” I tell him. He nods and leaves the room, closing my office door behind him, only to have it open again, I look up to find Liz. I smile and she smiles back.
“Max, you never will know what a day I’ve had,” she yells at me. I stand up and walk over to her. She looks up at me with tears in her eyes. I walk her over to my couch and we sit down.
“He, was .. . . (crying) sleeping . . . . (crying) with . . . . .(crying) some . . . . .(slut) . . . .on the fifth floor . . . . . .(crying),” she tells me. I pull her close and she rests her head on my shoulder, and crying all over my shirt. Damn, Peter. He hurt her; I’m going to kill him. After she finishes crying, I lift her head and kiss her on the crown of her head. I stand her up.
“You know what you need,” she shakes her head. “You need to go out and party. Tonight, the gang and us are going to go out and party.”
“You sure?” I nod.
“I’ll call Michael, Alex, and Kyle and make them clear all their plans,” I tell her, reach into my back pocket, pull out my wallet and hand her my visa card.
“What are you doing?” she ask me and I smile at her.
“Tonight you are going to be the best looking girl out there. So, take my card and go buy so lingerie and clothes, or something. When I see you tonight, my card better be so worn it doesn’t work anymore. Do you understand me?” she nods and I kiss her on the crown of her again.
“I will see you tonight. I will pick you up at six and then we will meet the gang at the club, got it?” she nods again and smirks. “Now, go.”
She leaves and I watch, this is going to be some night.
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Chapter 25
“Max, you okay?” she asks me. Okay, let me tell you I am defiantly not okay. Liz is wear a leather minnie skirt, with knee high boots and a black leather top that shows off her trim stomach to perfection. I can’t believe that I gave her my credit card to bye this. I’m going to have to beat the other guys off of her with a stick. Damn it. The idea was not to get jealous but to make her get over Peter.
“You ready?” I ask her. She nods but looks at me weird. Wonder what she’s thinking?
“You sure you’re okay?” she asks me as I lock up my apartment. She came over here to show me her outfits and get ready. All her other outfits were hot but nothing as hot as she’s wearing right now. I can’t believe that she would buy something like this.
“I’m the one that should be asking you if you’re okay?” she looks up at me and leans against me as we walk into the elevator. The doors close and she looks up at me. I look down at her.
“What?” I ask her. She looks at me again and smiles.
“What do you think of my outfit?” she asks me. I groan but start coughing to hide it. She pats me on the back with her small soft hands. I’m going to die.
“Are you okay?” she asks me, concern showing in her eyes.
“Yeah, air went down the wrong way,” I say. What the hell is that? How can air go down the wrong way?
“O . . .K . .,” she doesn’t believe me. I wouldn’t believe me either.
“If your getting sick Max, we can go out some other time,” she says. She thinks I’m getting sick. If only she knew what was really wrong with me. I don’t want to go to the club and watch asshole put their hand on her. I want to take her back up stairs and but my hands all over her. You know what maybe faking sick is a good idea.
“You know Liz, I think your right. You wouldn’t be mad at me if we went back up stairs and watched a movie or something?” I ask her. She nods her head, and I push the button to go back up to my floor. We have to go all the way to the bottom floor and then go all the way to the top floor, five floors. It is killer when the elevator is broken.
Finally, that was the longest elevator ride ever. On the way down, we didn’t stop anywhere, but on the way back up, we stopped on every floor, with everyone and their mother getting on the elevator to go down.
“I’m going to change,” she tells me. Five minutes later she come out of my room in a pair of her pajamas that she keep here.
“What do you want to watch?” I ask her. I pat the seat next to me on the couch. I changed out her into my pajamas, my boxers with a wife beater.
“How about The Scorpion King?” she asks me shyly. She loves that movie. She loves the way The Rock looks in his costume. I put it in and sit down next to her. She moves closer to me and snuggles up into my side. She feels so soft and warm. I’m getting hard just thinking about her.
I want to kiss her; I really want to kiss her. I look down at her, and she’s looking up at me. I lean down and our lips meet. I push her back on the couch; she puts her arms around my neck. I push my tongue against her lips seeking entrance to her mouth. She opens and I groan or she groans, but it doesn’t matter.
Her hand are under my shirt and she’s running her hands against my back, I only wish she would do that in the front. I push her farther into the couch, I’m afraid I’m crushing her but when she pulls away and starts kissing my neck and chin all thoughts fly from my head.
“Max, please,” she moans.
“Please what Liz?” I ask her, attaching my lips to her ear and sucking on it. She loved it when I did that. God she feels so god.
“Maxx………” she whipers. Her breathe starts coming out in pants. I reach behind her but can’t get to her zipper because she’s lying on the couch. I pull her off the couch and onto my lap, reach around her for the zipper. She moans, and I moan as I felt her skirt fall. I lift her up and let her skirt fall to the floor. I pinned up against the wall instead of sitting back on the couch.
I reach for her panties but she isn’t wearing any.
“Damn Liz,” I pant. I can’t believe it, she wasn’t wearing panties this whole time. I pull at my zipper and she helps, together we get my far enough out of my pant to enter her and she moans, “Maxxxxx . . . .”
“Max, Max . . . wake up,” I feel someone poke me on the head.
“What?” I ask, damn it I was dreaming.
“You have to get ready,” I want to go,” she tells me. I look up and looked at Liz. She is wearing the same clothes that wear in my dream. Damn it, maybe I should try what happened in the dream. Yeah I will.
“Let me go to the bathroom and we can go,” I tell her. I walk into the bathroom and make sure that I make it look like I really want to go out.
“Max, you okay?” she asks me. Okay, let me tell you I am defiantly not okay. Liz is wear a leather minnie skirt, with knee high boots and a black leather top that shows off her trim stomach to perfection. I can’t believe that I gave her my credit card to bye this. I’m going to have to beat the other guys off of her with a stick. Damn it. The idea was not to get jealous but to make her get over Peter.
“You ready?” I ask her. She nods but looks at me weird. Wonder what she’s thinking?
“You sure you’re okay?” she asks me as I lock up my apartment. She came over here to show me her outfits and get ready. All her other outfits were hot but nothing as hot as she’s wearing right now. I can’t believe that she would buy something like this.
“I’m the one that should be asking you if you’re okay?” she looks up at me and leans against me as we walk into the elevator. The doors close and she looks up at me. I look down at her.
“What?” I ask her. She looks at me again and smiles.
“What do you think of my outfit?” she asks me. I groan but start coughing to hide it. She pats me on the back with her small soft hands. I’m going to die.
“Are you okay?” she asks me, concern showing in her eyes.
“Yeah, air went down the wrong way,” I say. What the hell is that? How can air go down the wrong way?
“O . . .K . .,” she doesn’t believe me. I wouldn’t believe me either.
“If your getting sick Max, we can go out some other time,” she says. She thinks I’m getting sick. If only she knew what was really wrong with me. I don’t want to go to the club and watch asshole put their hand on her. I want to take her back up stairs and but my hands all over her. You know what maybe faking sick is a good idea.
“You know Liz, I think your right. You wouldn’t be mad at me if we went back up stairs and watched a movie or something?” I ask her. She nods her head, and I push the button to go back up to my floor. We have to go all the way to the bottom floor and then go all the way to the top floor, five floors. It is killer when the elevator is broken.
Finally, that was the longest elevator ride ever. On the way down, we didn’t stop anywhere, but on the way back up, we stopped on every floor, with everyone and their mother getting on the elevator to go down.
“I’m going to change,” she tells me. Five minutes later she come out of my room in a pair of her pajamas that she keep here.
“What do you want to watch?” I ask her. I pat the seat next to me on the couch. I changed out her into my pajamas, my boxers with a wife beater.
“How about The Scorpion King?” she asks me shyly. She loves that movie. She loves the way The Rock looks in his costume. I put it in and sit down next to her. She moves closer to me and snuggles up into my side. She feels so soft and warm. I’m getting hard just thinking about her.
I want to kiss her; I really want to kiss her. I look down at her, and she’s looking up at me. I lean down and our lips meet. I push her back on the couch; she puts her arms around my neck. I push my tongue against her lips seeking entrance to her mouth. She opens and I groan or she groans, but it doesn’t matter.
Her hand are under my shirt and she’s running her hands against my back, I only wish she would do that in the front. I push her farther into the couch, I’m afraid I’m crushing her but when she pulls away and starts kissing my neck and chin all thoughts fly from my head.
“Max, please,” she moans.
“Please what Liz?” I ask her, attaching my lips to her ear and sucking on it. She loved it when I did that. God she feels so god.
“Maxx………” she whipers. Her breathe starts coming out in pants. I reach behind her but can’t get to her zipper because she’s lying on the couch. I pull her off the couch and onto my lap, reach around her for the zipper. She moans, and I moan as I felt her skirt fall. I lift her up and let her skirt fall to the floor. I pinned up against the wall instead of sitting back on the couch.
I reach for her panties but she isn’t wearing any.
“Damn Liz,” I pant. I can’t believe it, she wasn’t wearing panties this whole time. I pull at my zipper and she helps, together we get my far enough out of my pant to enter her and she moans, “Maxxxxx . . . .”
“Max, Max . . . wake up,” I feel someone poke me on the head.
“What?” I ask, damn it I was dreaming.
“You have to get ready,” I want to go,” she tells me. I look up and looked at Liz. She is wearing the same clothes that wear in my dream. Damn it, maybe I should try what happened in the dream. Yeah I will.
“Let me go to the bathroom and we can go,” I tell her. I walk into the bathroom and make sure that I make it look like I really want to go out.
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Chapter 26
“Liz, I don’t feel so well. Do you think that it would be okay if we went out another night?” I ask her. She doesn’t show disappointment, she just smiles and says its okay.
“Do you want to watch a movie, or something?” she asks me sitting on the couch. Or something is more like it. What I really want to do at this moment is rip the clothes off her body and take on this couch.
“Let’s watch The Beverly Hillbillies,” I tell her.
“Okay,” she tells me. She walks to the entertainment center at a slow pace, swaying her hip back and forth. The movies and DVDs are in the very bottom draw so she bent all the way down, without bending her knees or anything. When she bent down her skirt rode up so that I got a clear view of her perfect ass. She isn’t wearing panties. Damn!
“Liz, can you find it?” I ask her once I can form a sentence. She has a sweet ass.
“No, Max could you help me?” she ask turning her head to face me. I walk over to her, but she’s in the way so I can’t get to the drawer.
“Liz I can . . . .” I’m cut off by Liz’s mouth on mine. Damn she’s a good kisser. I kiss her back with all I have and too soon for my liking she pulls away. Her breath comes out in pants and I notice that mine isn’t so even either.
“That wasn’t so hard was it?” she asks me. I look at her and she looks at me. Before I can answer my lips are on hers again. Her lips are hard and soft. I love them, I love her. Her hands are unbuttoning my shirt, but I don’t notice because I’m to busy getting rid of her shirt. It is very hard to get off, much like me.
“Liz?” I ask her. I look at her, she just undid my last button on my shirt and she’s running her hands over my chest and across my nipples. Damn that feels good. She looks up at me and I nod to her shirt. She undoes the snaps at her side and off it goes. He body is lovely and her breasts, they are perfect. I reach out to touch her but she pulls back. I look at her but she just wiggles her finger and takes a step back. I take a step forward and the chase is on. I could easily catch her but I wanted to let her feel that she had some of the power.
“Is that all you have, Max?” she asks. She stopped running is at my bedroom door, might I add, in nothing but her skirt and her fuck me boots. “Because that isn’t enough to please me,” she says and then runs into the bedroom. I run after her, walk into the room to find her kneeling on my bed. I walk to the bed and stand in front of her. I reach out for her but this time she doesn’t step back, she can’t she’s on a bed.
“You want me Max?” she asks, leaning back on the bed. Her eyes blazing with passion.
“Hell yes,” I all but yell at her.
“Then come and take me,” she tells me pulling off her skirt. Like in my dream she isn’t wearing anything underneath it. Her pussy is nice and wet with arousal. I get on the bed and she pulls at my pants. Once they are off, she pulls me completely on her and into her. She moans as I enter, and I moan at the friction. She wraps her arms and legs around me, causing me to go deeper into her. Damn she feels good.
“Max, max, max,” she screams over and over again in my ears. This feels so good. I don’t think I ever want out of her. I don’t know if I will have the strength to pull out of her.
“LIzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz .. . . . . . .,” I scream as a wave of pleasure goes through me.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaxxxxxx . . . ,” she screams as she comes, me not too far behind her.
We lay there, motionless for what feels like hours but in reality are only minutes.
“Max?” she asks me. I look at her, her hands playing with my shoulder blade. “Can . . can . . we do this again? Maybe . . . .like right now?” she asks me. I groan and roll over with her on top of me, with me still inside her.
She puts her legs on either side of me, grabbing my hands for balance and begins to ride me. He breast bounce up and down and I can’t resist. I lean up and take her left one in my mouth, sucking and then doing the same to her other one. She moan and moans, pulling my head closer toward her with her hands, keeping me in place.
“MMMMMMaaaaaaaaaaaxxxxxxxxx,” she screams as she comes yet again. I pull away from her breast, roll us over and drive into her. I pull out till the very tip of me is at her entrance and then drive back in again.
“LLlLllllllllllllizzzzzzzzzzzz,” I yell as I come. This time I pull completely out of her and lay next to her. She turns into my side, kisses my cheek and lies her head on my shoulder.
“I love you, Max,” she whispers near my ear.
“I love you too,” I whisper back. I turn my face and capture her mouth in one final kiss before we both fall to sleep.
A/N: I have never written a scene like this before so if it sucked be nice.
“Liz, I don’t feel so well. Do you think that it would be okay if we went out another night?” I ask her. She doesn’t show disappointment, she just smiles and says its okay.
“Do you want to watch a movie, or something?” she asks me sitting on the couch. Or something is more like it. What I really want to do at this moment is rip the clothes off her body and take on this couch.
“Let’s watch The Beverly Hillbillies,” I tell her.
“Okay,” she tells me. She walks to the entertainment center at a slow pace, swaying her hip back and forth. The movies and DVDs are in the very bottom draw so she bent all the way down, without bending her knees or anything. When she bent down her skirt rode up so that I got a clear view of her perfect ass. She isn’t wearing panties. Damn!
“Liz, can you find it?” I ask her once I can form a sentence. She has a sweet ass.
“No, Max could you help me?” she ask turning her head to face me. I walk over to her, but she’s in the way so I can’t get to the drawer.
“Liz I can . . . .” I’m cut off by Liz’s mouth on mine. Damn she’s a good kisser. I kiss her back with all I have and too soon for my liking she pulls away. Her breath comes out in pants and I notice that mine isn’t so even either.
“That wasn’t so hard was it?” she asks me. I look at her and she looks at me. Before I can answer my lips are on hers again. Her lips are hard and soft. I love them, I love her. Her hands are unbuttoning my shirt, but I don’t notice because I’m to busy getting rid of her shirt. It is very hard to get off, much like me.
“Liz?” I ask her. I look at her, she just undid my last button on my shirt and she’s running her hands over my chest and across my nipples. Damn that feels good. She looks up at me and I nod to her shirt. She undoes the snaps at her side and off it goes. He body is lovely and her breasts, they are perfect. I reach out to touch her but she pulls back. I look at her but she just wiggles her finger and takes a step back. I take a step forward and the chase is on. I could easily catch her but I wanted to let her feel that she had some of the power.
“Is that all you have, Max?” she asks. She stopped running is at my bedroom door, might I add, in nothing but her skirt and her fuck me boots. “Because that isn’t enough to please me,” she says and then runs into the bedroom. I run after her, walk into the room to find her kneeling on my bed. I walk to the bed and stand in front of her. I reach out for her but this time she doesn’t step back, she can’t she’s on a bed.
“You want me Max?” she asks, leaning back on the bed. Her eyes blazing with passion.
“Hell yes,” I all but yell at her.
“Then come and take me,” she tells me pulling off her skirt. Like in my dream she isn’t wearing anything underneath it. Her pussy is nice and wet with arousal. I get on the bed and she pulls at my pants. Once they are off, she pulls me completely on her and into her. She moans as I enter, and I moan at the friction. She wraps her arms and legs around me, causing me to go deeper into her. Damn she feels good.
“Max, max, max,” she screams over and over again in my ears. This feels so good. I don’t think I ever want out of her. I don’t know if I will have the strength to pull out of her.
“LIzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz .. . . . . . .,” I scream as a wave of pleasure goes through me.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaxxxxxx . . . ,” she screams as she comes, me not too far behind her.
We lay there, motionless for what feels like hours but in reality are only minutes.
“Max?” she asks me. I look at her, her hands playing with my shoulder blade. “Can . . can . . we do this again? Maybe . . . .like right now?” she asks me. I groan and roll over with her on top of me, with me still inside her.
She puts her legs on either side of me, grabbing my hands for balance and begins to ride me. He breast bounce up and down and I can’t resist. I lean up and take her left one in my mouth, sucking and then doing the same to her other one. She moan and moans, pulling my head closer toward her with her hands, keeping me in place.
“MMMMMMaaaaaaaaaaaxxxxxxxxx,” she screams as she comes yet again. I pull away from her breast, roll us over and drive into her. I pull out till the very tip of me is at her entrance and then drive back in again.
“LLlLllllllllllllizzzzzzzzzzzz,” I yell as I come. This time I pull completely out of her and lay next to her. She turns into my side, kisses my cheek and lies her head on my shoulder.
“I love you, Max,” she whispers near my ear.
“I love you too,” I whisper back. I turn my face and capture her mouth in one final kiss before we both fall to sleep.
A/N: I have never written a scene like this before so if it sucked be nice.
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Chapter 27
Waking up I have the weirdest feeling of being watched. I turn to the side where I feel the stares to see Max staring at me with the same desire that was in his eyes last night. He has a silly grin on his face and he is rubbing my arm up and down and in a circular motion.
“Good morning,” he says leaning in for a kiss. He stops about a breath away from me lips. I put my arms around him and pull him the rest of the way toward me.
“Good morning to you too,” I tell him and pull him back in for another kiss. I love his kisses there so sweet and loving. Then when he goes crazy his kisses are hot and fierce. I love that.
“What do you want for breakfast?” he asks me. I look at him and pull him to me for another kiss. He pulls back with a goofy smile on his face.
“So you want me for breakfast, huh?” he asks and I pull him back to bed for another round.
Hours Later
“Liz, what time do you want to get up?” he asks me. I’ve been pretending to be asleep for the past twenty minutes while he’s been kissing me and holding me. It took everything I have in me not to kiss him back when he put his lips to mine.
“Never,” I snuggle back into my pillow.
“What movie do you want to see?” he asks me putting his lips close to my ear and kissing the side of my face.
“How about Fantastic Four?”
“Whatever the lady wants that lady gets,” he tells me, walking away from me. I hear him typing on the computer.
“What are you doing?” I ask him, turning around to see him on the computer. I’m holding the sheets to my because it is so cold in here.
“Max, why is it so cold in here?” I ask him before he can answer my last question.
“Oh, I was hot so I turned up the air. I’ll turn it down for you if you want?” he ask me. I shake my head no. I like the cold but he doesn’t that is the reason why I ask. I get off the bed and walk over to seat on his desk with his black sheet still wrapped around me. He pulls me to him for a kiss. He then moves me to sit on his laps never breaking out kiss. He pulls away from me and look at me in the sheet. He likes his lips and reaches for my sheet. He pulls off his sheet and takes me to him and kisses me for what seems like ten minutes until we both have to come up for air.
“When do you want to go?” he asks me and I pout. He wants to go to the movies and all I want to do is take him back to bed.
“What’s wrong?” he asks me, putting his hand under my chin and turning m face toward his.
“I don’t want to go to the movies. I want to go back to bed with you,” I tell him.
“That can be arranged,” he says, lifts me up and carries me back to bed. Lets just say that we didn’t make it to the movie.
“Liz,” I call to her. We are suppose to go out for dinner and I was suppose to meet her at work but she wasn’t there when I got there. I went to her apartment but she wasn’t there either. Now, I’m at my apartment, I gave her a key months ago when we got back together but we always come her together so she’s never had to use it.
“Liz, are you here?” I call out to her. I called her cell phone but nobody answered and now I’m worried.
“Liz!” I yell, I hear a sound in my room and walk toward the door.
“Liz,” I call as I push open the door, but it wasn’t Liz that I was looking at. I am looking directly into the barrel of a gun with a strange man on the other end.
“Hello Max,” he says.
“Who are you?” I ask him. “What do you want?”
“What I want is my life backs you bastard,” he says. “but since I know aren’t going to help me, I took the liberty of taking you life,” he say pointing to the corner of the room. There she is, Liz, with blood on her abdomen.
Waking up I have the weirdest feeling of being watched. I turn to the side where I feel the stares to see Max staring at me with the same desire that was in his eyes last night. He has a silly grin on his face and he is rubbing my arm up and down and in a circular motion.
“Good morning,” he says leaning in for a kiss. He stops about a breath away from me lips. I put my arms around him and pull him the rest of the way toward me.
“Good morning to you too,” I tell him and pull him back in for another kiss. I love his kisses there so sweet and loving. Then when he goes crazy his kisses are hot and fierce. I love that.
“What do you want for breakfast?” he asks me. I look at him and pull him to me for another kiss. He pulls back with a goofy smile on his face.
“So you want me for breakfast, huh?” he asks and I pull him back to bed for another round.
Hours Later
“Liz, what time do you want to get up?” he asks me. I’ve been pretending to be asleep for the past twenty minutes while he’s been kissing me and holding me. It took everything I have in me not to kiss him back when he put his lips to mine.
“Never,” I snuggle back into my pillow.
“What movie do you want to see?” he asks me putting his lips close to my ear and kissing the side of my face.
“How about Fantastic Four?”
“Whatever the lady wants that lady gets,” he tells me, walking away from me. I hear him typing on the computer.
“What are you doing?” I ask him, turning around to see him on the computer. I’m holding the sheets to my because it is so cold in here.
“Max, why is it so cold in here?” I ask him before he can answer my last question.
“Oh, I was hot so I turned up the air. I’ll turn it down for you if you want?” he ask me. I shake my head no. I like the cold but he doesn’t that is the reason why I ask. I get off the bed and walk over to seat on his desk with his black sheet still wrapped around me. He pulls me to him for a kiss. He then moves me to sit on his laps never breaking out kiss. He pulls away from me and look at me in the sheet. He likes his lips and reaches for my sheet. He pulls off his sheet and takes me to him and kisses me for what seems like ten minutes until we both have to come up for air.
“When do you want to go?” he asks me and I pout. He wants to go to the movies and all I want to do is take him back to bed.
“What’s wrong?” he asks me, putting his hand under my chin and turning m face toward his.
“I don’t want to go to the movies. I want to go back to bed with you,” I tell him.
“That can be arranged,” he says, lifts me up and carries me back to bed. Lets just say that we didn’t make it to the movie.
“Liz,” I call to her. We are suppose to go out for dinner and I was suppose to meet her at work but she wasn’t there when I got there. I went to her apartment but she wasn’t there either. Now, I’m at my apartment, I gave her a key months ago when we got back together but we always come her together so she’s never had to use it.
“Liz, are you here?” I call out to her. I called her cell phone but nobody answered and now I’m worried.
“Liz!” I yell, I hear a sound in my room and walk toward the door.
“Liz,” I call as I push open the door, but it wasn’t Liz that I was looking at. I am looking directly into the barrel of a gun with a strange man on the other end.
“Hello Max,” he says.
“Who are you?” I ask him. “What do you want?”
“What I want is my life backs you bastard,” he says. “but since I know aren’t going to help me, I took the liberty of taking you life,” he say pointing to the corner of the room. There she is, Liz, with blood on her abdomen.
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Chapter 28
“You think that you can mess with my life, destroy my family and get away with it?” I know who the crazy guy is. I fired him last month for harassing the women in the office. I got complaints from everyone in the office.
“So, that gives you the right to kill the woman I love?!” I yell at him, trying to move around him but he won’t let me pass. I need to get to Liz. I need to make sure that she isn’t really died.
“Oh, she is dieing, not dead, Mr. Evans. I want you to watch her die, like I had to watch my wife leave me!” he pushed me down with the tip of his gun.
I turn to the gun and pull it from his hand, I tug and tug but it won’t come loose. He pushed me further and further into the floor, and I pull him down next to me. I yank the gun from his hand, but it spins and faces him just as he pulls the trigger. The gun went off, right in the middle of his stomach. I don’t care, I have to get to Liz.
“Liz, Liz!” I yell running to her. There is so much blood.
“Max!” I heat Michael yell. It’s a good thing we live in the same building.
“Max!?” I don’t answer him, just pull the comforter off the bed and pull it over her bleeding stomach.
“Max, who is . . . omg Lizzie!” he screams.
“Michael, call the police, we need an ambulance and me need it now!” I scream to him. I hear him run out of the room and talk to the police but other than that I don’t listen, I’m too focused on Liz.
“They are on their way,” I can already hear the ambulance. I can hear them climb the elevator going at a supper slow pase.
“In here,” Michael says. Three guys go to Liz, and three go the fucker that shot her. I want to kill him.
“Sir we need a statement,” a police officer tells me.
“Okay,” they take Liz and the fucker out and to the hospital, leaving where they will be, and I told the officer everything. After that, Michael and I get into his car and head to the hospital.
“We are looking for Elizabeth Parker, where is she?” he asks the nurse at the front desk. I don’t pay attention to what she says, just to following Michael, down the hall, up the elevator, and down another hall, through glass doors and into a waiting room.
“Where is she Michael?” I ask him.
“She’s in operating room,” he tells me. I can’t handle this. I can’t loose Liz again.
I know it’s short, but I haven’t had much time to write so I will post more, hopefully soon.
“You think that you can mess with my life, destroy my family and get away with it?” I know who the crazy guy is. I fired him last month for harassing the women in the office. I got complaints from everyone in the office.
“So, that gives you the right to kill the woman I love?!” I yell at him, trying to move around him but he won’t let me pass. I need to get to Liz. I need to make sure that she isn’t really died.
“Oh, she is dieing, not dead, Mr. Evans. I want you to watch her die, like I had to watch my wife leave me!” he pushed me down with the tip of his gun.
I turn to the gun and pull it from his hand, I tug and tug but it won’t come loose. He pushed me further and further into the floor, and I pull him down next to me. I yank the gun from his hand, but it spins and faces him just as he pulls the trigger. The gun went off, right in the middle of his stomach. I don’t care, I have to get to Liz.
“Liz, Liz!” I yell running to her. There is so much blood.
“Max!” I heat Michael yell. It’s a good thing we live in the same building.
“Max!?” I don’t answer him, just pull the comforter off the bed and pull it over her bleeding stomach.
“Max, who is . . . omg Lizzie!” he screams.
“Michael, call the police, we need an ambulance and me need it now!” I scream to him. I hear him run out of the room and talk to the police but other than that I don’t listen, I’m too focused on Liz.
“They are on their way,” I can already hear the ambulance. I can hear them climb the elevator going at a supper slow pase.
“In here,” Michael says. Three guys go to Liz, and three go the fucker that shot her. I want to kill him.
“Sir we need a statement,” a police officer tells me.
“Okay,” they take Liz and the fucker out and to the hospital, leaving where they will be, and I told the officer everything. After that, Michael and I get into his car and head to the hospital.
“We are looking for Elizabeth Parker, where is she?” he asks the nurse at the front desk. I don’t pay attention to what she says, just to following Michael, down the hall, up the elevator, and down another hall, through glass doors and into a waiting room.
“Where is she Michael?” I ask him.
“She’s in operating room,” he tells me. I can’t handle this. I can’t loose Liz again.
I know it’s short, but I haven’t had much time to write so I will post more, hopefully soon.
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I know i always write short parts, so don't kill me. By the way i had a great vacation other than the sun burn.
Chapter 29
“She got out of ICU two hours ago, why the hell can’t we see her?” I yell at everyone. The whole family is here, the Velenti’s, Whitman’s, Parker’s, and the rest of my family. I can’t take this, I need to see Liz, make sure that she is alright and that she will live.
“Max, my man, we are all really crazy about what is going on, but you need to calm down. The doctor said that they just need to do some test to make sure that she is okay and all,” Michaels says, laying a hand on my shoulder. I can’t stop pacing in front of Liz’s hospital door.
“I can’t stop worrying Mike, I don’t want to loose her again. I don’t know what the hell I will do if I loose her again,” I tell him.
“Maxwell, don’t say that. She may be the love of your life, but she is my sister, I don’t want to loose her either. She’s my best friend other than you, if she dies I won’t be able to function normally,” he tells me. I hold back the tears, but he lets them fall freely. He reaches up his hand and wipes them away. Maria, Isabel, Kyle, Tess, and Alex all come over to us. If they weren’t here, I would have killed one of these doctors.
“How are you two holding up?” Alex asks us. Maria, Isabel, and Tess have been crying non stop for the last two hours.
“We’re surviving, but that all that we’re doing,” Michael says, looking at the door of Liz’s hospital bed. The doctor walked out, and over to us. Nancy, Jeff, Michael, and I meet him half way between where everyone is sitting and Liz’s room.
“Liz is going to be fine in a couple of weeks. The surgery dislodged the bullet in her abdomen, but she had a lot of blood loss. We did do a blood transfusion, to restore her blood but she did loss more, when her stitches opened right after surgery. Don’t worry we repaired them and now she is recuperating. Only two at a time in the room, I have to ask though,” he said and walked away.
“You guys go first, I’ll wait and go last,” I tell them, then walk down the hall and around the corner to the vending machines. I got two pieces of chocolate with two Cokes, the chocolate is for Liz when she wakes up.
“Max,” I turn to the voice to see Mr. Parker standing behind me. “You can go see Liz now, the rest of us are going to head home, so I want you to call my cell phone if she wakes up,” he tells me, handing me his business card. He walked down the hall turning the corner, I followed him and saw that the rest of the gang followed him out of the hospital.
I went to Liz’s room and stopped at the doorway. She looks so pale and fragile, it hurt just to look. I wanted to cry. I walked all the way in and sat on the chair next to her bed. I grabbed her hand but it felt cold and clammy, not like her at all. I didn’t let go though, I can’t stand being away from her.
“Liz, love, please wake up, please! I’m sorry for everything I ever did wrong, I’m sorry for all the times I lied to you, for the wedding, for everything. If . . no when you wake up I will love you more than I have ever loved another human being, I will take you anywhere you want to go, do anything you want to do, I swear. Liz, you have to wake up and we have to go out and I have to ask you to marry me so that we can have that dream wedding you always wanted and the prefect wedding dress you’ve always wanted. Liz you have to be okay, please love please be okay,” Max said and start to cry, not noticing the two men standing at the door.
Chapter 29
“She got out of ICU two hours ago, why the hell can’t we see her?” I yell at everyone. The whole family is here, the Velenti’s, Whitman’s, Parker’s, and the rest of my family. I can’t take this, I need to see Liz, make sure that she is alright and that she will live.
“Max, my man, we are all really crazy about what is going on, but you need to calm down. The doctor said that they just need to do some test to make sure that she is okay and all,” Michaels says, laying a hand on my shoulder. I can’t stop pacing in front of Liz’s hospital door.
“I can’t stop worrying Mike, I don’t want to loose her again. I don’t know what the hell I will do if I loose her again,” I tell him.
“Maxwell, don’t say that. She may be the love of your life, but she is my sister, I don’t want to loose her either. She’s my best friend other than you, if she dies I won’t be able to function normally,” he tells me. I hold back the tears, but he lets them fall freely. He reaches up his hand and wipes them away. Maria, Isabel, Kyle, Tess, and Alex all come over to us. If they weren’t here, I would have killed one of these doctors.
“How are you two holding up?” Alex asks us. Maria, Isabel, and Tess have been crying non stop for the last two hours.
“We’re surviving, but that all that we’re doing,” Michael says, looking at the door of Liz’s hospital bed. The doctor walked out, and over to us. Nancy, Jeff, Michael, and I meet him half way between where everyone is sitting and Liz’s room.
“Liz is going to be fine in a couple of weeks. The surgery dislodged the bullet in her abdomen, but she had a lot of blood loss. We did do a blood transfusion, to restore her blood but she did loss more, when her stitches opened right after surgery. Don’t worry we repaired them and now she is recuperating. Only two at a time in the room, I have to ask though,” he said and walked away.
“You guys go first, I’ll wait and go last,” I tell them, then walk down the hall and around the corner to the vending machines. I got two pieces of chocolate with two Cokes, the chocolate is for Liz when she wakes up.
“Max,” I turn to the voice to see Mr. Parker standing behind me. “You can go see Liz now, the rest of us are going to head home, so I want you to call my cell phone if she wakes up,” he tells me, handing me his business card. He walked down the hall turning the corner, I followed him and saw that the rest of the gang followed him out of the hospital.
I went to Liz’s room and stopped at the doorway. She looks so pale and fragile, it hurt just to look. I wanted to cry. I walked all the way in and sat on the chair next to her bed. I grabbed her hand but it felt cold and clammy, not like her at all. I didn’t let go though, I can’t stand being away from her.
“Liz, love, please wake up, please! I’m sorry for everything I ever did wrong, I’m sorry for all the times I lied to you, for the wedding, for everything. If . . no when you wake up I will love you more than I have ever loved another human being, I will take you anywhere you want to go, do anything you want to do, I swear. Liz, you have to wake up and we have to go out and I have to ask you to marry me so that we can have that dream wedding you always wanted and the prefect wedding dress you’ve always wanted. Liz you have to be okay, please love please be okay,” Max said and start to cry, not noticing the two men standing at the door.
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Chapter 30
“Mr. Evans?” Max turns toward the door where two guys in black suits are standing. He wipes away his tears and walks toward them from his place beside Liz.
“Mr. Evans I’m Nick McGuire and this is my partner Logan Voughn. Were here to talk to you about the incident that happened at your home earlier this evening. I know that we are the last people that you want to talk to right now, but we really need to ask these questions,” Nick tells him. Max nods his head, turns to look at Liz then walk completely out of the room with a heavy heart.
We walk down the hall, past the waiting room, where Max doesn’t see his family. We walk further past that and the nurses stations and they walk to the right, open a door. Logan walks in while Nick hold the door open for Max. HE walks in and takes a seat at the table.
“Mr. Evans did you know the man that attacked your girlfriend?” Logan asks me. I nod my head and look out the window to the right. It has a perfect view of the garden, one that if . . . . . no when Liz makes it through this I’m going to take her for a walk through, thinks Max.
“Mr. Evans, can you please tell us how you knew him and the story that goes along with why you think he attacked Ms. Parker tonight?” I nod my head looking down at my lap while thinking where to start.
Walking into the office I walked to my secretary’s desk, but she wasn’t there. I saw Emily at the other desk and Cindy at the one opposite hers.
“Cindy, where is Anna?” I ask her. She looks at Emily, who nods to her, and then she points toward the copy room. I didn’t give her anything to copy because I haven’t been in yet and everyone else secretary is here so why would they give the work to Anna. I walk to the copy room and hear two voices on the other side.
“You bitch, I will have you, nothing you say will stop me from having you . . . .” I push open the door and find Anna and Robert with Robert hovering over Anna while she’s in the corner.
“What the hell is going on here?!” I yell pulling Robert away from Anna and helping her up.
“Nothing Max, nothing at all,” he tells me, wonder how much I believe him, not at all.
“Then why the hell is she crying you piece of shit! Your fired, get out and stay out!” I yell pushing him toward the exit of the copy room and down the hall to the main elevator.
“What about all my stuff?” he yells at me. I look at Anna and then to his office, I walk toward his office grab all his crap and take it too him.
“Here’s all you shit and a complementary stapler,” I throw the stapler at him just as the elevator.
“Anna are you alright?” I ask her. She nods her head. I give her the rest of the day off and call Abigail, his wife.
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Max’s POV
They let me leave and go back to Liz’s room. I walk in and she’s still asleep. What am I going to do if she doesn’t make it through this? I cant survive without here, when I barely jus got her back.
“Mr. Evans, she should wake in about an hour. The rest of you family called and said that they wouldn’t be coming back tonight but that they would be here in the morning,” the nurse standing at the door tells me. I nod my head and turn back to Liz, I’m going to be here when she wakes up. I’m going to get her anything that she needs and/ or wants. I’m going to even get her stuff that she doesn’t need. Stuff that will just make her feel special.
Half and Hour Later
“Max . . . . . . . Max . . . . . .” I hear her voice. Its faint and really weak but its there. Thanks you God.
“Shhh . . . . . . Liz baby I am right here don’t worry.” I look at her, she looks so pale and fragile. “Liz I am going to get your doctor, I will be right back.” She nods and I get out of the room at a dead run. I run back after telling one of the nurses that she’s awake. When I walk in the room she’s crying.
“Liz, what is it, baby tell me what’s wrong?” I beg her. She looks at me still crying.
“Max . . . . . . . my . . . . . . .our. . . . . . . . .baby . . . . . . . .”
“Our what?”
“Our baby . . .. .” she cries more. She’s pregnant and she didn’t tell me. Wait the doctors didn’t say anything about her being pregnant.
“Hello Mr. Evans, Ms. Parker how are you feeling?” asks the doctor. He looks at her crying form and his face drops.
“What happened?” he asks. I cant tell him anything, I’m in shock, Liz is/was pregnant.
“Doctor,” I hear Liz’s voice . . . . . “What about my baby?” she asks him, then coughs up some blood. The doctor grabs a cup off the stand by her side while I stand up.
“Its normal after removing a bullet wound from that part of her body, some blood got into her lungs. Now about the baby . . . . . . . . . .”
Im sorry that i have be so bad to my writing but schools been really horibble and im sorry . . . . . .please dont hate me and i hope you dont hate me enough not to leave feedback.
~urpersonaloddball
“Mr. Evans?” Max turns toward the door where two guys in black suits are standing. He wipes away his tears and walks toward them from his place beside Liz.
“Mr. Evans I’m Nick McGuire and this is my partner Logan Voughn. Were here to talk to you about the incident that happened at your home earlier this evening. I know that we are the last people that you want to talk to right now, but we really need to ask these questions,” Nick tells him. Max nods his head, turns to look at Liz then walk completely out of the room with a heavy heart.
We walk down the hall, past the waiting room, where Max doesn’t see his family. We walk further past that and the nurses stations and they walk to the right, open a door. Logan walks in while Nick hold the door open for Max. HE walks in and takes a seat at the table.
“Mr. Evans did you know the man that attacked your girlfriend?” Logan asks me. I nod my head and look out the window to the right. It has a perfect view of the garden, one that if . . . . . no when Liz makes it through this I’m going to take her for a walk through, thinks Max.
“Mr. Evans, can you please tell us how you knew him and the story that goes along with why you think he attacked Ms. Parker tonight?” I nod my head looking down at my lap while thinking where to start.
Walking into the office I walked to my secretary’s desk, but she wasn’t there. I saw Emily at the other desk and Cindy at the one opposite hers.
“Cindy, where is Anna?” I ask her. She looks at Emily, who nods to her, and then she points toward the copy room. I didn’t give her anything to copy because I haven’t been in yet and everyone else secretary is here so why would they give the work to Anna. I walk to the copy room and hear two voices on the other side.
“You bitch, I will have you, nothing you say will stop me from having you . . . .” I push open the door and find Anna and Robert with Robert hovering over Anna while she’s in the corner.
“What the hell is going on here?!” I yell pulling Robert away from Anna and helping her up.
“Nothing Max, nothing at all,” he tells me, wonder how much I believe him, not at all.
“Then why the hell is she crying you piece of shit! Your fired, get out and stay out!” I yell pushing him toward the exit of the copy room and down the hall to the main elevator.
“What about all my stuff?” he yells at me. I look at Anna and then to his office, I walk toward his office grab all his crap and take it too him.
“Here’s all you shit and a complementary stapler,” I throw the stapler at him just as the elevator.
“Anna are you alright?” I ask her. She nods her head. I give her the rest of the day off and call Abigail, his wife.
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Max’s POV
They let me leave and go back to Liz’s room. I walk in and she’s still asleep. What am I going to do if she doesn’t make it through this? I cant survive without here, when I barely jus got her back.
“Mr. Evans, she should wake in about an hour. The rest of you family called and said that they wouldn’t be coming back tonight but that they would be here in the morning,” the nurse standing at the door tells me. I nod my head and turn back to Liz, I’m going to be here when she wakes up. I’m going to get her anything that she needs and/ or wants. I’m going to even get her stuff that she doesn’t need. Stuff that will just make her feel special.
Half and Hour Later
“Max . . . . . . . Max . . . . . .” I hear her voice. Its faint and really weak but its there. Thanks you God.
“Shhh . . . . . . Liz baby I am right here don’t worry.” I look at her, she looks so pale and fragile. “Liz I am going to get your doctor, I will be right back.” She nods and I get out of the room at a dead run. I run back after telling one of the nurses that she’s awake. When I walk in the room she’s crying.
“Liz, what is it, baby tell me what’s wrong?” I beg her. She looks at me still crying.
“Max . . . . . . . my . . . . . . .our. . . . . . . . .baby . . . . . . . .”
“Our what?”
“Our baby . . .. .” she cries more. She’s pregnant and she didn’t tell me. Wait the doctors didn’t say anything about her being pregnant.
“Hello Mr. Evans, Ms. Parker how are you feeling?” asks the doctor. He looks at her crying form and his face drops.
“What happened?” he asks. I cant tell him anything, I’m in shock, Liz is/was pregnant.
“Doctor,” I hear Liz’s voice . . . . . “What about my baby?” she asks him, then coughs up some blood. The doctor grabs a cup off the stand by her side while I stand up.
“Its normal after removing a bullet wound from that part of her body, some blood got into her lungs. Now about the baby . . . . . . . . . .”
Im sorry that i have be so bad to my writing but schools been really horibble and im sorry . . . . . .please dont hate me and i hope you dont hate me enough not to leave feedback.
~urpersonaloddball