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: This isn't Maria &Michael nookie. This fic crawled out of the darkest evil reaches of my mind and unless you were okay with Rules of Attraction don't even think about reading this. Rape and all that goes with it start off this fic! Read at your own discretion! That being said please review! Should I continue or take this off the board?
"What were you thinking Maria Tyler?" Jack Tyler shouted as soon as I closed the apartment door. "What possessed you to do drugs? Who gave them to you? Was it that Rath person? Or was it that bitch he's always with...Lonnie?"
"Don't bring my friends into this."
"I'll talk about whoever I want. I'm your father."
"You Jack?"
"Jack?" His voice was incredulous as if he didn't expect this act of rebellion.
"Yes Jack," my tone was biting, sarcastic, caustic. I was fed up with this charade. He had no right to do this not when..."You're what!? My father? Bullshit, since when have you given a damn about me?"
"Watch your language. I feed you, I clothe you, I have taken care of you for the past ten years."
"Some father you are, you don't even know how I lead my life. Do you know anything about me at all? I don't think these clothes or moulding pizza qualifies as taking care of me."
"I can't believe you. I could have put you in a home. That way I wouldn't lose a day off work because you decided to do something stupid. I wouldn't have to bother with your trite problems. This is something I'd expect from Amy..."
"I'd rather be like her than you and I rather be in a home than this dump." I said immediately.
"Don't disrespect me girl."
"Respect? What about the respect you owed my mom or your string of girlfriends. What about me?"
"I give you the respect you deserve, which at this point isn't alot."
Have you ever reached this point where you were so...that all you could do was scream. Imagine swallowing that urge for ten years. Now, let it all go.
"So, is that what you tell the women you screw and ditch the day after? The sluts you employ to fill that gaping hole my mom left when she walked, when she couldn't take your abuse." I got right in his face.
"What are you talking about?" dear old dad had gone chalk white, blood draining from his face.
"I know! You don't think I've always known that you're the nightmare women avoid? That you beat my mom. That you beat those prostitutes you're with so that their petite bodies bruise and that's what turns you on. You're disgusting." I screamed. He slapped me. Hard. I felt my teeth bite into my tongue. I spit out blood and something possessed me. I flew at him, punching and kicking every part of him I could reach. He tried to stop me, grabbing my wrists so painfully I gasped sharply. He pushed me against the wall pressing into me as he raised my arms above my head. My breasts were pressed against him and he paused. I tried to knee him but he clenched his hand into a fist and slammed it into my jaw. I could feel the blood trickling down my chin.
I should have seen this coming but I didn't. He didn't stop undoing my jeans when I screamed, when I kicked him. He responded by punching me in the stomach until I was limp; quietly whimpering, pleading no, begging him to stop.
He had a glazed look in his eyes as he flipped me around, his hand were still pinning my hands to the wall. My left cheek was pressed into the raised wallpaper. I could hear the clink of his belt and a metallic grating sound as he undid his zipper. We...He ended up pushing me down on the floor slamming into me as he ripped my shirt off. He tore more than a shirt though.
There are days where everything that could go wrong goes wrong. When your fragile world already precariously close to collapsing, is destroyed.
This is one of those days. But the thing is, these days never end.