Disclaimer: I own Roswell...I also own flying pigs...

Author: C.A.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: M&M

Summary: Spoilers, everything up to the Dupes episode has happened without Maria. Amy left New York City for Roswell and left Maria with her Dad. Things happen and Maria goes to Roswell, more havoc ensues.

Author's note: beep loads of swearing, physical abuse, rape and loads of angst. This is not everyone's cup of tea but this idea has been annoying me for some time. I was just about to go crazy because every time I read a Maria fic, it would pipe up in this high pitched, squeaky voice. write me, write me...

Author's Note 2: I wrote this a while back and have decided after loads of thought to post it. Originally I wasn't too sure if I should or even if I wanted to, please please please review this!

Have you ever had one of those days where everything is just wrong? When life is screwing you over and being a major bitch?

You wake up as your alarm clock goes off but instead of getting up, you roll over and go back to sleep. In a just woke up haze you glance at the clock.

You have ten minutes before the school bus arrives.

You stub your toe as you rush around trying to detangle the worst bed hair imaginable. You have to settle for a quick shower and pulling your hair back into a ponytail. Then you realise that all your decent clothes are in the wash and all you have is that faded, paint stained, torn pair of jeans, and a spaghetti strap top that shrunk and changed colour in the wash. You have no choice but to put it on.

You look into the fridge and all that's left is expired milk and moulding pizza. You glance at your watch; the bus is about to arrive. You grab your schoolbag and run out, cursing, when you notice your fuzzy bunny slippers are still on your feet. So you run back into the apartment block, fumbling for your keys and dropping them once or twice before jamming the right key into the keyhole. You burst into the apartment kick off the slippers, grab your shoes and run, remembering to lock the door. However the bus has left and is disappearing into the next street. You have to take public transport to school, missing most of the first period. Yet another black mark to add to your collection.

When you get into school you get a few glares, one of those 'you're nothing but a street whore' looks. You stagger into your maths class, late, drop your maths book and glares are shot in your direction. The old dumb arse who teaches this class coughs and looks meaningfully at an empty seat, before pointing at the board. Unit Quiz. Your mind goes blank before you remember you have a calculus quiz, a calculus quiz that you were supposed to study for instead of getting wasted at that party two nights ago. The quiz you forgotten because you were spewing out your guts the next day. The quiz you abandoned in favour of trying to finish that paper on Othello. You are officially in the shithouse, your grades aren't exactly...well you aren't acing your subjects. Nothing can ruin your day now because it's already hit rock bottom.

Or so you think.

As you trudge out of your maths class thinking about that answer sheet you turned in, your name is blared out on the PA system.

"Maria Tyler to the Principal's office."

Fuck you think to yourself. You walk into the office and lo and behold there's that Josh Jackson a la Skulls lookalike that you got stoned with two nights ago.

"I'm sorry." he mouths as that bitchy secretary waves you in.

Your "Father" is there, looking incredibly pissed off. Then the shit hits the fan. Disembowelment...torture... suspension...expulsion. Blah blah blah. So nice of you to share mutual interests Josh. You endure a twenty minute bus ride in silence. Your father smouldering with anger. You get home.