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Author: Eden
Title: Everything's Not Okay
Paring: Max/Liz of course
Summary: Liz Parker has been beaten by her father and now her boyfriend of three years Kyle. She's seen murders and has done more drugs then she can count to escape the pain. She works as a waitress for her father, but when a stranger moves to town and notices her for the beautiful person she it disrupts the order of things and not for the good.
Disclaimer: It's my story/plot BUT I do NOT own these characters although I might throw in some of my own. IF I DID own these characters, boy would i be rich and have loads of fun. So don't sue me, I'm broke. Wanna post this anywhere but here...ask. I won't bite.
email: browneyed_pixie@hotmail.com
"You're worthless!" Kyle yells as he hits me across the face. I stumble backwards, I see stars as I hit the wall.
"You stupid little slut....who the fuck said you could wear that whore outfit?!"
"K...Kyle, it's my uniform for work..."
He slaps me again, "You fucking liar. You're cheating on me...I knew you stupid little whore." He kicks me in the ribs and tears leak out from under my closed lids. Just gotta stay still and take it, then he'll stop. Another kick to my ribs. He'll stop soon....he has to. A backhand sends me flying onto my back and I feel the air being pushed out of my lungs. I can't move, I wish I could stop him.
"Clean up the fucking mess by the time I get back, or you'll regret it." The door slams and I know he's off to the bar.
It's always the same. He'll came back piss ass drunk and pass out on the couch. I'll wake up in the morning and get ready for work. When I walk into the kitchen I'll find flowers on the table with a card saying sorry. It's always the same.....never changes.
I wait a couple more minutes, then proceed to roll onto my stomach and push myself up. There's gonna be some huge bruises in the morning. I'm gonna have to get some more cover-up tomorrow. Sighing, I pick up the over turned table and couch. I see the broken vase to which I landed on. I touch my back and bring it around front, yup blood. Nothin new. I ignore the pain and grab a broom to sweep up the mess.
A knock at the door interuppts my routine. I open in up to reveal the manager of the apartments, Sean Deluca. "God dammit Parker, where's the rent you owed me last month."
"Sean, Kyle said that he paid....."
"I don't give a fuck what he said. I want it by next week. And could you keep it down up here, I keep getting reports of yelling and fighting up here. I don't wanna hear about it anymore. You got me?"
I just nod and he grunts. Heading back downstairs and I slam the door, leaning against it. Before I know it sobs erupt from inside me and I slide down the door, crying out all of the past 3 years. All of the beatings, death and drugs. I just want it to end.
~So should I continue?~
Author: Eden
Title: Everything's Not Okay
Paring: Max/Liz of course
Summary: Liz Parker has been beaten by her father and now her boyfriend of three years Kyle. She's seen murders and has done more drugs then she can count to escape the pain. She works as a waitress for her father, but when a stranger moves to town and notices her for the beautiful person she it disrupts the order of things and not for the good.
Disclaimer: It's my story/plot BUT I do NOT own these characters although I might throw in some of my own. IF I DID own these characters, boy would i be rich and have loads of fun. So don't sue me, I'm broke. Wanna post this anywhere but here...ask. I won't bite.
email: browneyed_pixie@hotmail.com
"You're worthless!" Kyle yells as he hits me across the face. I stumble backwards, I see stars as I hit the wall.
"You stupid little slut....who the fuck said you could wear that whore outfit?!"
"K...Kyle, it's my uniform for work..."
He slaps me again, "You fucking liar. You're cheating on me...I knew you stupid little whore." He kicks me in the ribs and tears leak out from under my closed lids. Just gotta stay still and take it, then he'll stop. Another kick to my ribs. He'll stop soon....he has to. A backhand sends me flying onto my back and I feel the air being pushed out of my lungs. I can't move, I wish I could stop him.
"Clean up the fucking mess by the time I get back, or you'll regret it." The door slams and I know he's off to the bar.
It's always the same. He'll came back piss ass drunk and pass out on the couch. I'll wake up in the morning and get ready for work. When I walk into the kitchen I'll find flowers on the table with a card saying sorry. It's always the same.....never changes.
I wait a couple more minutes, then proceed to roll onto my stomach and push myself up. There's gonna be some huge bruises in the morning. I'm gonna have to get some more cover-up tomorrow. Sighing, I pick up the over turned table and couch. I see the broken vase to which I landed on. I touch my back and bring it around front, yup blood. Nothin new. I ignore the pain and grab a broom to sweep up the mess.
A knock at the door interuppts my routine. I open in up to reveal the manager of the apartments, Sean Deluca. "God dammit Parker, where's the rent you owed me last month."
"Sean, Kyle said that he paid....."
"I don't give a fuck what he said. I want it by next week. And could you keep it down up here, I keep getting reports of yelling and fighting up here. I don't wanna hear about it anymore. You got me?"
I just nod and he grunts. Heading back downstairs and I slam the door, leaning against it. Before I know it sobs erupt from inside me and I slide down the door, crying out all of the past 3 years. All of the beatings, death and drugs. I just want it to end.
~So should I continue?~