Roswell Fanatics

Title: Peace Of Mind
author: Eunique
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything., I am only borrowing the names of the characters. All songs are by Hillary Duff which I do not own.
rating: mature
summary: Its a story that i wrote at school but i rly liked it so i thought i could send it here. Its a bit dramatic and doesnt rly have a good ending but its good.

Peace of Mind

- A dozen roses please, I ask the clerk at the flower shop. It's a hot night and I can feel the sweat rolling down my forehead. I look over at the clerk and he smiles at me.

- Who are those for, the clerk asks me as he hands me the roses. I look at them, smell them and smile.

- For my lovely wife, I tell him. I pay him and walk out the front door smiling. Tonight is going to be a special night, it's my first night off since I can remember and I know that Liz wanted to spend more time with me. She has been asking every day if I was working that night and I always answered the same thing ''You know my job is very demanding. I would love to spend more time with you but I have to bring the bacon home.'' So for the past days we haven't really talked to each other.

I get in my car, start it and drive away. I think about all the things I'm going to tell her, like how much I love her and how I'm thinking about taking a break and going somewhere nice with her. I know we have been a little distant lately but I want to make it up to her.


I pull up into our drive way and I get out of the car. Roses in hand, I look at my small two bedroom house, thinking this is all I can afford on a fireman=s salary. I know Liz wanted a bigger house and I promised her one when we would have kids. The lights are closed inside, I hope she=s home or if she isn't I'll wait for her. I walk up to the front door and fish around in my pocket for the keys. I open the front door and I don=t hear anything. Maybe she really isn't home or maybe she's just sleeping, I ask myself. I walk in the house and drop the flowers on the kitchen counter, turning on some lights.

I yell out her name, but there=s no answer. Soon I hear footsteps upstairs, they sound rushed. So I'm guessing she's home. I hear footsteps rushing down the stairs and I see her little frame standing there with big eyes. I guess my surprise worked.

- Max what are you doing here? She asks me, breathless.

I smile at her, take the roses from the counter, walk up to her and hand them to her.

-For you honey. I picked them up on my way home, I tell her.

She smiles nervously and takes them.

- I thought you weren't coming home tonight! Let me go get dressed, she says. Then she rushes upstairs without looking back, dropping the roses on the floor along the way.

I walk up the stairs and pick the roses up on my way. I hear Liz whispering, maybe she's on the phone. I go into the bathroom and take a vase to put the roses in.

- Liz, honey, you dropped the roses, I tell her while putting the roses in the vase.


I hear more whispering and then rushed footsteps in our bedroom. What's going on I ask myself. So I open the door from the bathroom to our bedroom and I see Liz quickly turning away from the closet.

I look at the closet and wonder why she was looking at it. Liz isn't the kind of girl to put her things away in the closet, she's too messy for that.

-What's in the closet? I ask her. She steals a quick glance at the closet then turns back to me and answers nervously Nothing!

I look at her strangely but I drop the subject. Instead I walk up to her and start showering her with kisses. I can sense that she=s very tense and doesn't return the favor. She pushes me away a little and tells me that I should shower. Now I know something is really wrong with her.

- Ok. So who were you talking to on the phone, I ask. She looks at me nervously and looks away.

-No one, she says. I know she's lying because of the tone of her voice. So I give her a confused look and then I hear a noise coming from the closet. She moves away from me nervously and I go towards the closet. She takes my arm and tries to pull me away but my body is bigger then hers and I push her away easily.


I walk towards the closet, open the door and I look inside, nothing. I pull the clothes away and look behind them, nothing, so I turn around and look at Liz and I see her, wide eyed, looking at something on the floor inside the closet. I look back and see a pair of dark blue eyes looking into mine. I'm shocked at first and I don=t know what to think, but then it all starts to make sense. Liz's questions wondering if I'm coming home or not, the tone of her voice talking to me lately and her suspicious way since I've gotten home tonight.

My wife, the love of my life, the woman I married and spent five years of my life with, was sleeping with another man behind my back. I look back at her with tears in my eyes. I don't know how to feel, I don't know what to say. I can't even feel anything right now.

-Why? I ask, it's the only thing I manage to say.


She looks at me then looks down at the floor. She doesn't answer my question; instead she just stares at the floor, probably thinking about what she's going to say next. I can feel the guy moving around behind me and see him moving towards the bed. He kneels down and grabs his clothes from under the bed; it's only now that I realize he's only in his underwear. I look at our bed, the one we sleep on, the one we spent so much time together, the one we made love on. I can't even believe she could have another man on this bed. I wonder if she even feels guilty, I wonder if it hurts her to know that she's hurting me. Does this woman even love me?

I realize that the guy is trying to leave the room. I tell him to stay, my voice louder then intended. His back is facing me but I can still tell he's tense. Without looking at me, he looks at Liz with a questioned look.

I find myself wondering how they met and if she loves him.

-Max it's not necessary, she finally says. I look at her and give her a dirty look. She opens her mouth to say something but she doesn’t even bother when she sees the look I have on my face.

-No Liz, I want him to know everything. Does he know we're married? Does he know we've been together for five years? How long have you been with him? Do you love him Liz?

I don't even leave her time to answer. I'm already walking towards the guy, I don=t really know what I'm doing. One moment I was really sad and the next, I could only see red.


-Do you think he's better looking then me Liz? Does he please you Liz? I ask while passing my hand through his blond hair. I can feel he's nervous, so am I. I don't exactly know what I'm doing but I grab his head and throw him against the wall. He hits the wall really hard, and tries to gain his balance. But I'm already on him, grabbing his hair and smashing his head against the wall.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Again and again, that's all I can hear. Behind me I can feel Liz pulling my shirt and screaming my name. But I can't stop, I don't want to stop. I want it to hurt just as much as it hurts me. Five years of marriage just to find the woman of your dreams in bed with another man.

I snap out of my rage and let the guy's hair go. He falls on the floor, with a bloody face. There's a hole in the wall with blood all over it. I feel dizzy, so I go and sit on the bed. I see Liz next to the guy and holding him. She=s screaming at me, I don't really understand what she's saying. I=m far away right now, like I'm watching this scene from far away.

-You killed him! You killed him! I finally hear her screaming. I look down at the man=s face, and realize what I've done.

I'm supposed to be afraid, I'm supposed to feel guilty, but looking at his mangled face, I feel a peace of mind.

The End