Hello, everyone! I'm here to (hopefully) put you out of your misery...
Ashley (Morning Dreamgirl)
First off - I love the song! I hadn't heard it before and now I'm pretty sure it's gonna be on my favorites list for awhile.
I was myself immediately hooked when I heard that song. It was on 'repeat' for a long time

And the lyrics kinda fitted Max and Liz's situation, I thought.
So glad you have good taste (re: dark chocolate). Most people I know prefer milk chocolate.

I prefer 90% chocolate. If I'm being a bit "festive" I'll choose 70% with an added flavor of choice, but since I'm nowadays used to 90%, even 70% is almost a bit too sweet for me. Regular milk chocolate puts me in a sugar coma

You wouldn't want me in a sugar coma when I'm posting here...
As you've noted, Maria appears a lot more level-headed than one would expect. And also, like you pointed out, this is mostly due to the fact that she's explaining Liz's rather odd up-and-down emotional state by the fact that Liz must be grieving her mother. Which she
is, but it gives Liz something to hide behind when the dots stop connecting.
If Maria
really knew what was going on...
I'm hoping that Liz is able to recognize that Max isn't using her anywhere near what others would. Anyone else would just drain her continuously and wouldn't be aware of (or just wouldn't care about) her limits. Especially Sean.
Exactly.
The good news about Max attending her checkups during all these years is he knows how much she can take and how much is too much.
Interesting point
So I'm guessing that the wound on Liz's stomach didn't leave any scarring behind? Otherwise Maria would have mentioned it (EDIT to add: And Sean - if he felt the scaring - might have figured the source of M/L's bond out when he put his hands on Liz in the next chapter.) This makes me think maybe there is a redeeming part to Philip. Or maybe he just did it so he doesn't have to worry about her physical status later?
Mr. Evans is a
really good doctor
For her to be so utterly heartbroken and holding on to whatever little piece of him she can - it's sort of like Jeff sitting there day after day mourning his wife.
Loving this analogy
I'm wondering if Max realizes just how bad of shape she's in, how she hasn't eaten in so long, etc. It would have to be tearing him up if so.
It's Max. He's noticed.
The question now is just how far is Sean willing to go to gain more power?
Well, as you've all probably established by now; Sean is not exactly the most stable person, so...
On a side note; I might be a self-announced protector of all animals, but cockroaches *shivers*... they're not animals. They're something else.
They don't die! Like ever! Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I can't even get myself to kill them - I have to hire a killer to do the job. Fortunately, we don't have many of those in cold Sweden (i.e. cockroaches, don't know about the number of killers for hire). But I had my fill of it during my five years in Australia. That was enough for me.
It was interesting to me that she didn't want to give away what was going on in her head as he was trying to control her. I almost wonder what his response would have been had he realized that she wasn't technically alone. Would it have given Max more time to get there? Or would it just have angered Sean and caused him to become more physically violent with her? (Thus escalating things more quickly.)
Sean seems to be a 'act first, think later'-kind of person, so I think it would be a bad thing. But, he already suspects some things. He might be creepy (maybe even evil), he's not stupid.
Max said he could only read her mind when they were "connected like this" and yet he somehow knew where she was even as she pushed him away (and he fully expected that she would be able to answer him). So I'm curious if he knew she was in her shower/bed during the previous times he reached out to her. Talk about a teenage boy having difficulties not just kissing her silly after that! If he knew she was at the gym then he was obviously aware that she had actually arrived at school earlier that day. It's interesting that he can pinpoint her location like that.
Yes, how
was he able to communicate with her telepathically when they weren't even touching, not even in the vicinity of each other... But then, maybe he
had actually spoken to her when she was in the shower and when comforting her after nightmares. So, did he lie to Liz? Not tell her the whole truth? Or are they extenuating circumstances? Exceptions?
So Max said the bond was unbreakable. Obviously Philip couldn't access Liz's mind when he tried. And Sean hasn't been able to until Liz pushed Max away and 'turned it off.' But turning something off ('like a light switch') doesn't mean that it's broken. It just means that it's off. So, theoretically, if she turned it off she should be able to turn it back on and end Sean's control over her.
(This doesn't happen very often, but...) An answer to this is coming up in the next chapter! Well, clues and semi-answers anyway
Thank you so so so much for the feedback(s)!! I hope you'll find the upcoming chapter ending a bit on the "softer" side - not that much of a cliffhanger.
Helen (Roswelllostcause) - Yes, it would certainly be rape. Liz is not really the most willing participant. Answers to your questions are coming up and
resist Freak Out Town for God's sake!
Thank you for the feedback!
Carolyn (keepsmiling7) - Read on to find out... Thank you for the feedback!
Eve (begonia9508) - Haha, I find it kinda amusing that you're angry with
Liz in all of this. But okay, I think I can see what you mean
No, but the girls accept really too quickly what the aliens are telling them about what is the truth!
In a way, yes. But it's very difficult to check if the information is correct or not...
Thank you for the feedback!
L-J-L 76 - Thank you for the feedback and the bump!
FROM TWENTY-NINE:
Max responded with silence and I fought against the darkness that was weighing down on my eyelids. Whatever Sean was forcing me into doing, my body couldn’t take the strain much longer.
Then I heard Max sigh and he said, under his breath, ”Fine. Do whatever.”
Ice spread into every part of my body. What?
To my horror, I heard footsteps retreating. Was he walking away?
Sean smiled at me. ”See? You’re better off without that loser. He’s a coward.”
But I wasn’t listening to him. I was listening to the sounds of my only hope growing weaker until I heard the opening of the door echo in the large hall and slam shut.
Sean tightened his arm around my waist and hauled my limp body up against his. His lips were cold as they brushed against my cheek with his whispered promise of, ”Now it’s just the two of us.”
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THIRTY
Sean’s mind nudged mine into taking a seat on the bench in the middle of the boys’ locker room. My body did as ordered, trembling from exertion.
”Hmm…” Sean quickly scanned the room. ”I know it’s not the most romantic…” He looked at me, smiling, before pursing his lips in thought. ”And, of course, it would’ve been a lot better if you were a bit more enthusiastic…”
My head throbbed as he pushed his will more strongly, overriding mine completely. I felt me slowly wanting to betray myself, my feelings turning almost warm (lukewarm) as I looked at Sean.
”This is okay,” I mumbled, feeling a traitorous smile bloom on my lips. The more tired I grew, the more he inched into my brain.
He smiled and bent at the waist to lean in close to my face. ”There’s my girl.”
The headache kept on pounding as a girlish giggle left my lips. I frowned, suddenly feeling worried about Sean. ”Baby, you look tired.”
His smile faltered for a second before he brightened and softly brushed his lips against mine. My lips burnt while my back straightened with ice.
”I’m okay,” he replied. ”Just tired.”
”What if someone sees us?” I asked, looking deeply into his eyes. Had I even noticed before how blue they were? Like crystal summer water. I could swim in those eyes. Get completely lost.
”Oh, baby,” Sean mumbled, brushing his fingers down my cheek. ”I just need you so much. I know this isn’t the place-”
I closed my eyes for a second against the headache that was splitting my head in two, ”I need you too. I don’t care that it’s here.” There was a desperation in my body and I was convinced that Sean was the only one that could satiate it. I opened my eyes and fought the headache-induced nausea as I locked eyes with him and whispered, ”Make love to me, Sean.”
He looked really tired now. Exhausted, really. The concern rocking my body felt foreign and out of place, but I brought my hand up to run down his cheek, down his neck. ”What’s wrong? You look sick.”
He caught my hand in his, removed it from his cheek, and kissed the knuckles. Hitching his head towards the shower area, he ignored my concerned observation, saying, ”Would you like to take a shower with me, Ms. Parker?”
My heart fluttered at the use of ’Ms. Parker’, an errant thought trying to take hold of my hijacked brain, but failing.
I smiled. ”I would love to.”
Sean helped me to my feet. My legs trembled. I was so tired. So tired.
As he guided us over to the showers, I squeezed my eyes tightly shut against the headache.
”Sit here,” Sean mumbled and escorted me to a bench in front of the entrance to the shower area. His eyes hungrily traveled down my body, and the slow lick of his tongue over his lips made desire shoot through me.
The thought and the realization it brought was sudden and invasive;
I love him so much.
”I’ll help you out of those clothes,” he said and kneeled in front of me.
My hands slowly sifted through the hair at the top of his head, as his trembling fingers unbuttoned my jeans.
I gasped as the back of his fingers brushed against me intimately, with only my panties between, as he slowly pulled the zipper down. The sensation made me dizzy and I momentarily fisted my hands into his hair, attempting to prevent myself from falling off the bench.
Sean slid his hands inside my jeans, over my hips, with the intent of pushing them off me, but he didn't get very much further than that.
His head whipped to the side, in the direction of the closed door, and in response to something I couldn’t hear or see yet, he grumbled, ”
Fuck!”, snapped his hands out of my jeans before he scrambled to his feet. The door pushed open as Sean was backing away from me.
”Mr. Carter,” a dark voice boomed authoritatively and I tiredly turned my head towards the door, seeing the impressive face of our principal.
Behind him was Maria. I swallowed, my head aching. And behind Maria was Max.
”Oh my God,” Maria cried, pushing past the headmaster and running towards me.
Confusion flooded me out of nowhere. Feeling completely lost, I looked back at Sean, wanting him to instruct me, navigate me through the confusion. But his attention was on the principal, a visible tremor in his body.
”Care to explain to me what you’re doing in the
boys’ locker room with a girl, Mr. Carter?” the principal asked and in the pause that followed, awaiting a reply from Sean, something snapped inside of me. Like a tightly wound rubber band breaking.
And I fell, slumping on my side on the bench.
Maria was there just in time to catch my throbbing head from hitting the bench.
”Oh my God oh my God oh my God,” Maria mumbled and behind my closed eyelids I only saw darkness as my head pulsated.
Her fingers moved over my face, her movements restless and frantic.
”Have you given her anything?” I heard the principal ask the still quiet Sean.
”She looks drugged,” Maria said worriedly, her voice moving in and out of my consciousness.
”I haven’t given her anything,” Sean denied. ”She was acting a bit drunk-”
”Don’t you fucking lie!” Maria erupted and my head spasmed at the decibels used.
”Mr. Evans here told me that you were forcing yourself on Ms. Parker,” the principal continued, his voice sounding distracted. He quickly added, ”Max, help Liz to the school nurse. She needs to be examined for suspected drug use.”
”Jesus,” Sean grumbled, ”I haven’t given her anything!”
”She’s almost comatose,” Maria snapped and I groaned at the sound.
I tried to move my hands to cover my ears, but they were so heavy.
”She’s in pain,” Maria whined helplessly, probably having heard my groan.
”Keep your voice down.”
And suddenly he was there, really close. His command, which had been directed at my best friend, was both calm and dominating.
”Oh,” Maria mumbled guiltily as I felt the heat of his body move in front of my prone one.
”Liz. Can you hear me?”
Of course I could hear him. His soft voice was the clearest in the room, cutting through the painful fog in my head. But I had forgotten how to speak, couldn’t even move my head to nod.
I was aware of the principal and Sean speaking in the background, but the details of their conversation was drowned by Max’s breathing, by his comforting presence.
”Open your eyes.”
I would if I could.
”Why is she not waking up?” Maria whispered loudly.
”Max, take her to the nurse. Now,” the principal said loudly and another moan broke across my lips at the loudness.
”Shhh,” Maria hushed loudly and if things would’ve been different I would’ve laughed at the vision of my best friend scolding the headmaster.
”She appears to be sensitive to sounds,” Max explained politely and then I felt him even closer. Felt his breath fan against my face.
”I’m gonna try something, okay?” he whispered to me, so quietly that I wasn’t sure if even Maria had heard him. ”I’m sorry that I’m doing this without your consent, but I… I’ll explain later, okay?”
A shudder of fear brushed down my motionless spine. I really wasn’t up to any more ’alien experimentation’.
Before the thought was fully considered, his lips touched mine.
And something turned and clicked inside of me; like something falling into place.
And I could feel him at the back of my mind again, brushing against the throbbing.
I vaguely heard Maria mumble, ”What the-?” to my left, but it was impossible to focus on anything but Max right then.
His lips were soft, his touch almost tentative, but as I started to respond, pressing my lips against his, and opening my mouth slightly to capture his bottom lip between mine, the kiss quickly turned more heated. I slowly pulled my upper body up into seated position as his palms pressed into my cheeks, cradling my face, angling my head to facilitate the movements of his mouth against mine. Our tongues touched and I moaned as my eyes flew open.
I fell into his amber-colored eyes, but as our eyes locked, he immediately pulled away. His withdrawal was so abrupt that I almost fell against him as my body lost the support of his body.
His hands immediately came up to my shoulders to balance me.
”Steady,” I heard him mumble through my shallow breathing. I saw the worry in his eyes, but there was something dark in there as well. Anger?
”What the hell, Max?” Maria hissed at the same time as the principal’s strong voice cut through the haze around me with a, ”Mr. Evans, what do you think you’re doing?”
”Sean was just about to-” Maria whispered breathlessly and I blinked slowly as I watched her face turn a shade of red as she struggled to control her breathing, ”-and then
you…”
My upper body was being held up only by Max’s grip as I flickered my eyes back towards his face and found his black gaze still concentrating on me. As a result, I instantaneously blushed.
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t normal for a boy to wake a barely conscious girl by making out with her.
Let’s call it ’Sleeping Beauty with an Alien Twist’, shall we?
”She’s barely conscious,” the principal grumbled, apparently thoroughly displeased with Max’s actions, and I wondered if the man in charge of our school was, in that moment, considering dragging not only Sean but also Max along to his office.
”So, Sean drugged her and you kiss her?” Maria erupted and the - still very much present - pounding in my head was amplified by the shrillness of her accusation. ”I thought you were one of the good gu-”
My weak voice put an instant end to Maria’s recrimination and I was momentarily stunned by the confusing feeling of having been able to shut Maria off mid-sentence, before I - with Max’s eyes searching my face (he hadn’t even tried to defend himself, as though it didn’t matter what they thought of him) - stuttered, ”It’s…it’s…” trying to find my voice amidst the angry glares Maria was sending in Max’s direction and harsh scowl the principal had donned while crossing his arms tightly across his wide chest.
Was I the only one in here to be happy about Max finally having kissed me?
”It’s okay,” I said and finished with a lame, ”He was trying to comfort me.”
Something sparked in Maria’s eyes, her mouth twisting into a disapproving and wry grimace, as she grumbled, ”Comfort you, my ass.”
”We need to get Liz to the nurse,” the principal sighed, before his voice turned softer as he addressed me, ”Do you trust Max and Maria to take you to the nurse?”
I nodded, straining to keep my upper body from swaying. But there was no sway in my voice as I stated, ”Of course.”
I trust them with my life.
The principal narrowed his eyes in warning as he looked at Max. ”No more funny business, Mr. Evans. Are we clear?”
It was not until then that Max looked away from me. The sudden absence of his gaze could be likened to someone turning off a burning spotlight directed straight at you.
”Of course, sir. I apologize.” Max’s voice was appropriately polite and apologetic.
I wanted to roll my eyes at Max’s obvious sucking up to the principal, but the attempt at the (temporarily advanced) eye gesture caused my dwindling energy to lose the meager control it had over my upper body and my head slumped forward, my forehead softly colliding with Max’s left shoulder.
His hands immediately tightened around my shoulders and with my recent weight loss, his thumbs pressed almost painfully against my collarbones.
”Jesus, Liz,” he breathed under his breath, his voice poisoned with worry.
”Nurse. Now,” the principal barked impatiently as I fought a losing battle with my eyelids.
Maria stated the obvious. ”She can’t walk.”
Max was already bundling my body up against his chest as he simply stated, ”I’ll carry her.”
And without any fuss, as though I were as light as a feather, he gently put an arm in the hook of my knees, shifted me up against his body and angled my body so that my head lolled against his shoulder. As if he had spent a lifetime carrying me around.
”You left me,” I whispered, too tired to even sound angry or hurt, my voice an empty monotone.
He looked down at me, his jaw muscles clenching. ”I had to.”
”You left me with him,” I continued, the throbbing in my head intensifying.
”Let’s get you to the nurse,” Max mumbled, and I knew that he had to say that. We were not alone.
Had it been just the two of us, Max probably could have fixed me up himself several minutes ago.
”Make sure she takes a drug test,” the principal said behind us, before Max cradled me even closer in his warmth and pushed the door open with his foot, leaving the boys’ gym locker room behind.
TBC...