From the Darkness -
Chapter 1- Remembering
Author: Aireonna (a.k.a. Candice Willman)
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Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell but I own this plot!
A/N: This was a sudden idea that came to me. Maria moves to New York with her mother. Things go wrong. And suddenly she has powers. Of course its something that will be explained later. But this is a work in progress so work with me! If anyone wishes to tell me exactly what they want out of this fic, email me or IM me! ^^" I want to please you all! But hope you enjoy! Read!
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Pushing the door open causing it to swing and hit the brick wall in the alley, she made her way out the door. Lifting the trash higher in her grasp she threw it into the large green garbage can.
Falling back against the brick wall her emerald green eyes gazed around the small alley. It was dark out. One street light remained glowing its small glow. She could hear the light buzzing, fighting to stay on. One small light in one small alley. It wasn't even enough to see all the way down the alley that seemed to never end in the dark. Her eyes fought to stay focused on the light.
Her head fell backwards, eyes staring wide at the starless night. These days, she couldn't see the stars anymore. Too many city lights. That's what happens in New York City. Her emerald gems closed tightly as she remembered so many stars in the skies back home. That was only because she had lived in a desert. There weren't many city lights to block out the emanating glow of a star.
"DeLuca! We don't pay ya to sit around! Get yer ass back to the bar and get to work!"
Her eyes shot open and her head fell forwards.
"Yeah yeah, I'll be right there Donnie." Her words were rough as she pushed herself from the wall and took one last glance at the starless sky. As she walked back to the door, she could feel the heat from inside the bar. The music pumped itself out into the large crowd, shaking every wall. Pushing the door open, she stopped and stared.
So many people came here. She couldn't understand it. Her eyes fell upon the clock, three A.M.
Suddenly, she was pushed forward, the large crowd swaying and dancing to the music. It was more like a mosh pit. But then again, staring around at the type of people who came here, it could be called nothing more.
All that was worn was some type of black or dark color. Clothing ripped to fashion, with safety pins here and there. Make-up designed to only be worn on Halloween.
"Hey! Watch it bub, or I'll have ta kick your ass out." Pushing back, she zigzagged her way through the crowd and jumped onto the bar. Her eyes fell down, staring into the never ending crowd. She had become tough since her years at Roswell. She had learned to. That's what a city does to you.
"Ria! Get yer ass back here and stop fuckin' around!" A male voice yelled from behind the bar.
Dropping her gaze, she smiled.
"Yeah, I'm here al'ight? Keep your pants on Zeth." Living in New York for now two years, she had picked up on the accent. Only slightly, nothing could ever completely change Maria DeLuca.
Rough hands grabbed a hold of her small waist causing her to stumble forward. Zeth quickly caught her from behind before her small body was taken into the mosh pit.
Maria growled and pushed the hands from her body. Her eyes fell down to meet the ones of her assaulter.
"Listen here, ya touch me again." Her hands fell forward as she hunched over keeping all her weight on the balls of her feet. Grabbing a hold of his private part, she squeezed.
"Ya lose your penis. Got it?" She didn't wait for him to answer, her eyes told him. There was something deep inside her stare and with one look, the man had fallen to the ground out cold.
"Ya better watch yerself Ria." Zeth spoke loudly so she could hear him over the music.
Rolling her emerald eyes she snickered. Deep down she calmed herself. She was different these days. Ever since her and Michael, things happened. Strange things.
"Yeah, I gotcha. Thanks though." Quickly she grabbed her apron and tied it around her small waist. Her clothing consisted of tight black jeans that hugged every curve on her body. A tight black tank top that showed off her midsection. Across the breast it read; "I bite hard." Her long dirty blond locks were held up with two pencils that were poorly sharpened. A few strands fell forward, clinging to her moist skin. Her hair was still curly, just the way a certain someone had liked it. But taking this job, she had died streaks here and there red.
Grabbing a few shot glasses she sat them hard onto the bar.
"What can I getcha?" She asked the people being pushed into the bar. It was hard trying to keep in one spot. But this was one of the top bars/clubs in all of downtown New York. It was hard working the midnight shift, but Maria had adjusted. Being only just 18, she had made a fake i.d. along with birth certificate to get this job.It was something she needed. It paid good money, even if there were a few occasional bad nights.
Filling the glasses with different types of liquors and passing them out, she moved swiftly around in the back.
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The night had moved slowly, something she grew used to since she had been forced to move here. Grabbing her coat and tying on, she smiled into the now empty area.
"Two years today."
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Two years ago: August 25th
"Michael! You can't ya hear me?!" Maria DeLuca yelled to the young space boy.
Michael Guerin shot his gaze to her, those eyes cold as ever.
"Maria, we can't continue to try and keep everyone safe." Turning from her, his eyes fell shut.
"I don't think we should see each other anymore." His words stung even him, at that moment his heart shattering. He knew he didn't mean it, but there was nothing else he could do. He loved Maria more than anything, and he would not let her get hurt because of Max, Isabelle, and his cause.
Maria bit her top lip, trying to hold back the tears as her heart broke.
"Wh-What?" She forced out, but it was no use. Her will betrayed her as tears streamed from her emerald eyes. Running her black eye make-up down her ivory skin, her knees gave as she fell forwards.
Michael fought the urge to turn and take her into his arms. But this was how it had to be, he had no choice. Closing his eyes tight as his own tears stained his face he began walking away. The only sound that could be heard were Maria's sobs as she laid there broken on the ground.
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Throwing her bag down, Maria wiped the rest of her tears from her eyes as she made her way into her kitchen. Her eyes roamed the small area with concern. Her kitchen was covered in nothing but boxes.
"Wh-What's going on?" She questioned herself. Quickly, she opened up a random box and gasped. It was everything they owned. In this small room, packed with boxes on top of boxes, it was everything they owned. Inside each one held bunches of objects that once laid out in the open.
"Maria, I meant to tell you sooner." Amy DeLuca spoke from behind her daughter.
Maria turned quickly her emerald eyes full of pain.
"Mom, what's going on?!" She screamed with hate. She didn't mean to make it sound that way, but today just really wasn't her day.
Amy winced at her words, "I had a feeling you would take it this way.But honey. We're moving."
Maria couldn't believe her ears.
"Whoa! What?!? We're what?!" Her hands shot out, expressing every emotion she was feeling with her words.
"We are moving. I know its rather sudden, but Ronald is leaving tomorrow morning, and we are going with him." Her words were spoken softly as she fought to stare into her child's eyes.
"Whoa, Ronald? You mean your new boyfriend? Were moving with him!? Mom!" She screamed, new tears falling from her eyes.
"Maria, honey I know you don't want to. But we can't stay here any longer, to many strange things are happening. I'm only looking out for you."
"Looking out for me? Oh so ya up and decide to move us to New York!? That's not the safest place in the world mother." Deciding she didn't want to hear anymore, Maria stomped out of the kitchen and down the hallway into her room. Her eyes fell upon more boxes.
"Great, she even decided to pack my shit!" Falling onto her bed as she tripped over an open box, she let her tears fall. Crying into an empty mattress her body shook with sobs.
"Maria, honey. We leave at 6 A.M. So if you wanna say goodbye." Amy decided not to say anymore. Of course she wanted to say goodbye. She was moving her baby girl from every person she had ever known. She knew it was sudden and painful. Amy didn't want to lose her only daughter, her child.
Maria pushed herself from her bed and wiped her eyes once more.
"Liz." She sobbed. Pushing herself from her bed, she stalked out the front door not looking back.
"Maria?!"
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Her fists fell upon the wooden door once more, tearing into her skin.
"Liz!" She cried.
Finally, Liz Parker came to the door only to see her best friend crying.
"Maria?! What's wrong?" She took the young blond into her arms as Maria sobbed into her shoulder.
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After explaining everything, Maria took a long breath.
Liz couldn't help but feel angry, "How can she do this?!? How can she just take you away from me?!" She screamed.
Maxwell Evans stopped at the door as he heard Liz screaming words he couldn't understand. The Crashdown's front doors were open, carelessly forgetting to be shut.
"Liz?" His voice questioned. Walking in, he found Liz Parker and Maria DeLuca crying in one of the booths. His chest tightened at the sight. Something was wrong.
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"You can't leave!" Max shot out. It was the truth. Without Maria.
He didn't even want to think of it. She had become like a sister to him. And was important to their group.
Oh god Michael. He thought.
"Have you told Michael?" His words were swift, Maria knew it was coming. Taking in a deep breath as more tears fell from her eyes she shook her head no.
"I only just found out.." Sobbing she continued, "Michael.Mi-Michael, he umm.."
"He what?" Michael spoke from the Crashdown doors. He didn't know why he had come here, but he had felt something was wrong. From the looks of it, he was right. Her eyes were swollen, she had been crying. Was it still because of him?
He glanced up only to see everyone staring at him. He could feel her stare, those eyes. They were full of pain.
"Michael, Maria is moving to New York."
And that was that, they all had cried. Alex had come, cried with them. Michael was the only one not crying, but he sat there. His heart ached. How could she be leaving? Even though he had just broke it off, how?
"My mother.She is forcing me, I come home from.." Her eyes glanced at Michael and looked away. Liz laid her hand onto her shoulder. Maria didn't need to speak the words, Liz and Alex knew.
"She didn't give me a choice. Our plane leaves at 6 A.M. She even has all my belongings packed." More tears fell from her face.
"With Ronald?! But he, didn't he try too." Liz winced.
About a month ago, Maria had come home. Her mother was no where to be found but Ronald was there. Maria had liked him, he seemed to know her. But before she knew it, he had jumped her from behind, pushing her small form into the wall and tearing off her clothing. She still could feel his rough hands on her body. The bruises still remained.
Maria closed her eyes as more tears fell.
"Yes, the one who tried to rape me." She spoke softly.
Michael's head shot forward.
"Whoa what?! When did this happen?!" He couldn't believe it. That was why she was so distant, every touch, it must of reminded her of him. Michael's eyes glazed over at the thought.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He whispered.
Maria shot up from her spot and stood.
"Look, I don't need this. I didn't tell you because you would of done something stupid. It doesn't matter anymore, were over remember? You made that VERY clear."
She stepped forward, out from behind the booth and looked around at her friends for the last time.
"I better get back before she calls the police. I love you Liz, Alex, Max, Isabelle. I will see you all once more.Soon."
Isabelle glanced up and smiled, she had been quiet the whole time but she knew.
Maria's eyes locked with Michael's for one last time and she worded the one words she had never forgotten to say "I love you".
With that she turned and walked out the Crashdown doors not looking back as the tears continued to fall.
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Present
Maria walked down the long dark streets of New York. Her hands clamped to her chest crossed. It was another cold night. Something she had yet to get used to.
Stopping as she finally reached their apartment she sighed. Another long night. Walking into the building and up the steep stairs she stopped at room number 216. Turning the key in her door she shut and locked it behind her setting her bag down next to the door.
"Mom, I'm home!" She screamed.
Glancing around at the messy apartment she closed her eyes.
Things with Ronald hadn't worked out. Amy came home to him trying to rape Maria once more. She had noticed the bruises here and there but never said anything. Until she walked in on it. Since then Amy had blamed herself. She should have noticed. Ronald had tried to attack Amy, but Maria had stopped him. She didn't know how, with a flick of her wrist he was out the window. Things had changed since she left. Slowly a power within her had surfaced. A power like no other. She hadn't known where it had come from but it was there.
She had instantly blamed it on Michael. He had done it to her. Them sleeping together, it had to be that. But she knew she was terribly wrong. It went further down.
"Maria, honey." Maria smiled.
She had to drop out of the small high school she had attended when they moved here. Her mother had quit her job after the incident. Maria was forced to work, to take care of not only herself, but her mother also.
Life wasn't easy. But it was life.
"Liz called." Amy's words were soft.
Maria's head shot up glancing at the phone.
"She did? When? Why?"
It had been so long since she had heard from Liz Parker. So long since she had seen any of them. So why did she call all of a sudden?
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A/N: Well that's all for now! Tell me if you like it, it was a sudden idea I had. But I hope you like it so far!
Chapter 1- Remembering
Author: Aireonna (a.k.a. Candice Willman)
~*~*~*~*~*~
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell but I own this plot!
A/N: This was a sudden idea that came to me. Maria moves to New York with her mother. Things go wrong. And suddenly she has powers. Of course its something that will be explained later. But this is a work in progress so work with me! If anyone wishes to tell me exactly what they want out of this fic, email me or IM me! ^^" I want to please you all! But hope you enjoy! Read!
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Pushing the door open causing it to swing and hit the brick wall in the alley, she made her way out the door. Lifting the trash higher in her grasp she threw it into the large green garbage can.
Falling back against the brick wall her emerald green eyes gazed around the small alley. It was dark out. One street light remained glowing its small glow. She could hear the light buzzing, fighting to stay on. One small light in one small alley. It wasn't even enough to see all the way down the alley that seemed to never end in the dark. Her eyes fought to stay focused on the light.
Her head fell backwards, eyes staring wide at the starless night. These days, she couldn't see the stars anymore. Too many city lights. That's what happens in New York City. Her emerald gems closed tightly as she remembered so many stars in the skies back home. That was only because she had lived in a desert. There weren't many city lights to block out the emanating glow of a star.
"DeLuca! We don't pay ya to sit around! Get yer ass back to the bar and get to work!"
Her eyes shot open and her head fell forwards.
"Yeah yeah, I'll be right there Donnie." Her words were rough as she pushed herself from the wall and took one last glance at the starless sky. As she walked back to the door, she could feel the heat from inside the bar. The music pumped itself out into the large crowd, shaking every wall. Pushing the door open, she stopped and stared.
So many people came here. She couldn't understand it. Her eyes fell upon the clock, three A.M.
Suddenly, she was pushed forward, the large crowd swaying and dancing to the music. It was more like a mosh pit. But then again, staring around at the type of people who came here, it could be called nothing more.
All that was worn was some type of black or dark color. Clothing ripped to fashion, with safety pins here and there. Make-up designed to only be worn on Halloween.
"Hey! Watch it bub, or I'll have ta kick your ass out." Pushing back, she zigzagged her way through the crowd and jumped onto the bar. Her eyes fell down, staring into the never ending crowd. She had become tough since her years at Roswell. She had learned to. That's what a city does to you.
"Ria! Get yer ass back here and stop fuckin' around!" A male voice yelled from behind the bar.
Dropping her gaze, she smiled.
"Yeah, I'm here al'ight? Keep your pants on Zeth." Living in New York for now two years, she had picked up on the accent. Only slightly, nothing could ever completely change Maria DeLuca.
Rough hands grabbed a hold of her small waist causing her to stumble forward. Zeth quickly caught her from behind before her small body was taken into the mosh pit.
Maria growled and pushed the hands from her body. Her eyes fell down to meet the ones of her assaulter.
"Listen here, ya touch me again." Her hands fell forward as she hunched over keeping all her weight on the balls of her feet. Grabbing a hold of his private part, she squeezed.
"Ya lose your penis. Got it?" She didn't wait for him to answer, her eyes told him. There was something deep inside her stare and with one look, the man had fallen to the ground out cold.
"Ya better watch yerself Ria." Zeth spoke loudly so she could hear him over the music.
Rolling her emerald eyes she snickered. Deep down she calmed herself. She was different these days. Ever since her and Michael, things happened. Strange things.
"Yeah, I gotcha. Thanks though." Quickly she grabbed her apron and tied it around her small waist. Her clothing consisted of tight black jeans that hugged every curve on her body. A tight black tank top that showed off her midsection. Across the breast it read; "I bite hard." Her long dirty blond locks were held up with two pencils that were poorly sharpened. A few strands fell forward, clinging to her moist skin. Her hair was still curly, just the way a certain someone had liked it. But taking this job, she had died streaks here and there red.
Grabbing a few shot glasses she sat them hard onto the bar.
"What can I getcha?" She asked the people being pushed into the bar. It was hard trying to keep in one spot. But this was one of the top bars/clubs in all of downtown New York. It was hard working the midnight shift, but Maria had adjusted. Being only just 18, she had made a fake i.d. along with birth certificate to get this job.It was something she needed. It paid good money, even if there were a few occasional bad nights.
Filling the glasses with different types of liquors and passing them out, she moved swiftly around in the back.
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The night had moved slowly, something she grew used to since she had been forced to move here. Grabbing her coat and tying on, she smiled into the now empty area.
"Two years today."
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Two years ago: August 25th
"Michael! You can't ya hear me?!" Maria DeLuca yelled to the young space boy.
Michael Guerin shot his gaze to her, those eyes cold as ever.
"Maria, we can't continue to try and keep everyone safe." Turning from her, his eyes fell shut.
"I don't think we should see each other anymore." His words stung even him, at that moment his heart shattering. He knew he didn't mean it, but there was nothing else he could do. He loved Maria more than anything, and he would not let her get hurt because of Max, Isabelle, and his cause.
Maria bit her top lip, trying to hold back the tears as her heart broke.
"Wh-What?" She forced out, but it was no use. Her will betrayed her as tears streamed from her emerald eyes. Running her black eye make-up down her ivory skin, her knees gave as she fell forwards.
Michael fought the urge to turn and take her into his arms. But this was how it had to be, he had no choice. Closing his eyes tight as his own tears stained his face he began walking away. The only sound that could be heard were Maria's sobs as she laid there broken on the ground.
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Throwing her bag down, Maria wiped the rest of her tears from her eyes as she made her way into her kitchen. Her eyes roamed the small area with concern. Her kitchen was covered in nothing but boxes.
"Wh-What's going on?" She questioned herself. Quickly, she opened up a random box and gasped. It was everything they owned. In this small room, packed with boxes on top of boxes, it was everything they owned. Inside each one held bunches of objects that once laid out in the open.
"Maria, I meant to tell you sooner." Amy DeLuca spoke from behind her daughter.
Maria turned quickly her emerald eyes full of pain.
"Mom, what's going on?!" She screamed with hate. She didn't mean to make it sound that way, but today just really wasn't her day.
Amy winced at her words, "I had a feeling you would take it this way.But honey. We're moving."
Maria couldn't believe her ears.
"Whoa! What?!? We're what?!" Her hands shot out, expressing every emotion she was feeling with her words.
"We are moving. I know its rather sudden, but Ronald is leaving tomorrow morning, and we are going with him." Her words were spoken softly as she fought to stare into her child's eyes.
"Whoa, Ronald? You mean your new boyfriend? Were moving with him!? Mom!" She screamed, new tears falling from her eyes.
"Maria, honey I know you don't want to. But we can't stay here any longer, to many strange things are happening. I'm only looking out for you."
"Looking out for me? Oh so ya up and decide to move us to New York!? That's not the safest place in the world mother." Deciding she didn't want to hear anymore, Maria stomped out of the kitchen and down the hallway into her room. Her eyes fell upon more boxes.
"Great, she even decided to pack my shit!" Falling onto her bed as she tripped over an open box, she let her tears fall. Crying into an empty mattress her body shook with sobs.
"Maria, honey. We leave at 6 A.M. So if you wanna say goodbye." Amy decided not to say anymore. Of course she wanted to say goodbye. She was moving her baby girl from every person she had ever known. She knew it was sudden and painful. Amy didn't want to lose her only daughter, her child.
Maria pushed herself from her bed and wiped her eyes once more.
"Liz." She sobbed. Pushing herself from her bed, she stalked out the front door not looking back.
"Maria?!"
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Her fists fell upon the wooden door once more, tearing into her skin.
"Liz!" She cried.
Finally, Liz Parker came to the door only to see her best friend crying.
"Maria?! What's wrong?" She took the young blond into her arms as Maria sobbed into her shoulder.
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After explaining everything, Maria took a long breath.
Liz couldn't help but feel angry, "How can she do this?!? How can she just take you away from me?!" She screamed.
Maxwell Evans stopped at the door as he heard Liz screaming words he couldn't understand. The Crashdown's front doors were open, carelessly forgetting to be shut.
"Liz?" His voice questioned. Walking in, he found Liz Parker and Maria DeLuca crying in one of the booths. His chest tightened at the sight. Something was wrong.
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"You can't leave!" Max shot out. It was the truth. Without Maria.
He didn't even want to think of it. She had become like a sister to him. And was important to their group.
Oh god Michael. He thought.
"Have you told Michael?" His words were swift, Maria knew it was coming. Taking in a deep breath as more tears fell from her eyes she shook her head no.
"I only just found out.." Sobbing she continued, "Michael.Mi-Michael, he umm.."
"He what?" Michael spoke from the Crashdown doors. He didn't know why he had come here, but he had felt something was wrong. From the looks of it, he was right. Her eyes were swollen, she had been crying. Was it still because of him?
He glanced up only to see everyone staring at him. He could feel her stare, those eyes. They were full of pain.
"Michael, Maria is moving to New York."
And that was that, they all had cried. Alex had come, cried with them. Michael was the only one not crying, but he sat there. His heart ached. How could she be leaving? Even though he had just broke it off, how?
"My mother.She is forcing me, I come home from.." Her eyes glanced at Michael and looked away. Liz laid her hand onto her shoulder. Maria didn't need to speak the words, Liz and Alex knew.
"She didn't give me a choice. Our plane leaves at 6 A.M. She even has all my belongings packed." More tears fell from her face.
"With Ronald?! But he, didn't he try too." Liz winced.
About a month ago, Maria had come home. Her mother was no where to be found but Ronald was there. Maria had liked him, he seemed to know her. But before she knew it, he had jumped her from behind, pushing her small form into the wall and tearing off her clothing. She still could feel his rough hands on her body. The bruises still remained.
Maria closed her eyes as more tears fell.
"Yes, the one who tried to rape me." She spoke softly.
Michael's head shot forward.
"Whoa what?! When did this happen?!" He couldn't believe it. That was why she was so distant, every touch, it must of reminded her of him. Michael's eyes glazed over at the thought.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He whispered.
Maria shot up from her spot and stood.
"Look, I don't need this. I didn't tell you because you would of done something stupid. It doesn't matter anymore, were over remember? You made that VERY clear."
She stepped forward, out from behind the booth and looked around at her friends for the last time.
"I better get back before she calls the police. I love you Liz, Alex, Max, Isabelle. I will see you all once more.Soon."
Isabelle glanced up and smiled, she had been quiet the whole time but she knew.
Maria's eyes locked with Michael's for one last time and she worded the one words she had never forgotten to say "I love you".
With that she turned and walked out the Crashdown doors not looking back as the tears continued to fall.
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Present
Maria walked down the long dark streets of New York. Her hands clamped to her chest crossed. It was another cold night. Something she had yet to get used to.
Stopping as she finally reached their apartment she sighed. Another long night. Walking into the building and up the steep stairs she stopped at room number 216. Turning the key in her door she shut and locked it behind her setting her bag down next to the door.
"Mom, I'm home!" She screamed.
Glancing around at the messy apartment she closed her eyes.
Things with Ronald hadn't worked out. Amy came home to him trying to rape Maria once more. She had noticed the bruises here and there but never said anything. Until she walked in on it. Since then Amy had blamed herself. She should have noticed. Ronald had tried to attack Amy, but Maria had stopped him. She didn't know how, with a flick of her wrist he was out the window. Things had changed since she left. Slowly a power within her had surfaced. A power like no other. She hadn't known where it had come from but it was there.
She had instantly blamed it on Michael. He had done it to her. Them sleeping together, it had to be that. But she knew she was terribly wrong. It went further down.
"Maria, honey." Maria smiled.
She had to drop out of the small high school she had attended when they moved here. Her mother had quit her job after the incident. Maria was forced to work, to take care of not only herself, but her mother also.
Life wasn't easy. But it was life.
"Liz called." Amy's words were soft.
Maria's head shot up glancing at the phone.
"She did? When? Why?"
It had been so long since she had heard from Liz Parker. So long since she had seen any of them. So why did she call all of a sudden?
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A/N: Well that's all for now! Tell me if you like it, it was a sudden idea I had. But I hope you like it so far!