Part Four: And I Won't Tell No One Your Name
~Lizzie~
"Lizzie . how do you know about that?" My mother asked after she came to.
"Did you think I was going to live on happily and naively forever?" My body started to turn cold. These were the people I had trusted my whole life and they werer lying to me.
"At least let us explain ." My father's voice trailed off. I started to cry, against my will. All of this emotion had been building up inside me for a while.
"Why should I care about what you have to say? You lied to me . my own family lied!!" I screamed as my voice cracked and more tears spilled over my cheeks.
"Oh honey." My mother came over and tried to rub my back. I pushed her away.
"No." I whispered to myself. No! Just get me out of here." We walked the rest of the way to the car in silence.
When we got home, my parents decided that they were going to try and explain themselves. "Lizzie, We love you very much." My father began.
"And you know that." Mom added.
"What we did-"
"Was unacceptable. You lied. You're the ones who are wrong this time. Not me." I cut in really needing to get away from them right now.
"Hey what happened to you?" Matt asked with asked with an evil smirk.
"I found out my parents weren't really mine." I buried my face in my hands for a few seconds. I spotted the keys to my car on the counter. My parents came over, trying to make me feel better. Nothing was going to take away from the betrayal I was feeling at this point. As my parents continued to whisper "soothing" words to me, I quickly grabbed the keys off the counter. "I'm going for a walk." I whispered. My father started to say something, but stopped when he saw the hurt expression on my face.
I rushed out to the car and started driving around. I didn't know where I was going, but I kept driving anyway. I found myself driving around Miranda's neighborhood, but I couldn't bring myself to knock on the door, or even call. I knew Gordo's was out of the question, so I started to head towards the Digital Bean. Maybe, just maybe, that would make me feel better.
~Jason~
I was almost done working my shift at the Digital Bean, when McGuire walked in. Normally, I would've seized the opportunity to embarrass her, but today, she didn't look like her normal perky self. In fact she looked terrible . like a train had just run over her or something.
"What's up?" I asked her as she shrugged and took a seat at an empty table.
"Could you bring me a Strawberry Milkshake?" I nodded and brought it back to her instantly. "What, no smart ass comment?"
"Not today. Are you okay?" She sighed and started to sip on her shake. "Look, whatever you tell, I promise not to tell anyone else."
"You don't seem like the kind of person that keeps his promises." Lizzie mumbled as I noticed, for the first time ever, she wasn't wearing any make-up.
"Fine. Go around carrying all that heavy baggage. When you have your break-down don't say that I didn't offer to help." I walked away to the next empty table and started to clean up the mess that my previous customers had made.
"Jason." I heard Lizzie whine. I turned around. "Could you spare a couple of minutes." I nodded and sat down across from her.
~Miranda~
"I'm really worried about Lizzie." I admitted to Gordo as we sat down on the swing on my porch.
"I am too, but Lizzie will be okay. She always comes out on top with all this stuff." Gordo added confidently.
"But Gordo this is different. Lizzie's adopted. Do you know how that must feel . I mean I know she wonders about her real parents and what went on with them." I lay on head on his shoulder. He started to stroke my hair.
"You worry too much. Lizzie knows that we're here for her if she needs anything. Even though we had that stupid fight . she's not good with holding grudges." I nodded and reached for his hand.
I don't think Gordo realized how serious this was. Normally if something was wrong, Lizzie would tell us the second that it happened, but she kept this from us for TWO WHOLE DAYS.
"I just wish that I could do something for her. I know she's lost."
"If she needs us, she'll call us."
"I don't think she will ." My voice trailed off. "I think she's forgotten that no matter what, all of us still love her."
~Lizzie~
"So?" Jason asked as I inhaled deeply and began.
"Nobody's there for me anymore. Gordo's . well you know about him and Miranda's so wrapped up with her new best friend Calli. And my parents. I'm just starting to realize how truly fake they are. For the first time in my life, I'm out here on my own." I sighed. Jason nodded as if he knew what I was talking about.
"Everyone goes through that McGuire. It's apart of growing up." He explained.
"No. It's not like that. It's different . everything's changing." Tears welled up in my eyes. "I feel like someone ripped my heart out and then stomped on it." A tear spilled over my cheek. Jason caught it with his thumb. I stopped . we both did for a second.
"Hey Jason. Are you going to lock up or what?" Someone yelled from the back of the restaurant.
"Yeah!" He yelled back. "I'll be right back." Jason whispered as he started to cut off all the lights and stuff.
"Jason."
"Yeah?"
"Did you forget about me?" I asked, kinda creeped out about being in a building alone with Jason in the complete dark.
"No. Are you scared or something?" He teased. Jason grabbed my hand and we headed towards the doors. I hesitated.
"Where are we going?"
"I'm going to my car . you can come too, if you want." He offered.
"No. I should get home."
"If you want to finish talking sometime ." his voice trailed off.
"I don't even know where you live."
"You can follow me there then." Jason jumped in his car and started to drive away before I could protest.
~Jason~
"Do you think you can remember how to get here?" I asked Lizzie as she we reached my house.
"Umm . I'm not sure."
"Wanna come in?" She shrugged, but followed me in. "Excuse the mess. My parents are slobs." Lizzie smiled.
"Wow. Your house is really big . one question though, where are you parents?" She wondered.
"Who knows? They're never home." I admitted, sighing. "Do you want something to drink?"
"No. I really should be getting home."
"Okay." Lizzie paused at the door.
"Is there any way I could stay here for the night. I mean, I don't wanna get lost or anything." Lizzie explained. I knew that she was just making up an excuse not to go home, but I pretended like I didn't know.
"We have a lot of guest rooms and stuff, so just tell me which one you want to stay in." I started showing her around the house. There were beer cans and wine glasses everywhere from my alcoholic parents, but she didn't say anything about it and neither did I.
"Where's your room?" Lizzie wondered as I pointed to it, a couple of doors down. "I'll stay here then."
"Did you bring any clothes with you?" She shook her head.
"But, I probably have some old stuff in my car." Lizzie came back in a couple of minutes, holding a couple of bags of stuff. "See." I smiled.
~Jo McGuire (aka Lizzie's Mom)~
"Where is she?" I asked my husband, Thomas, frantically. "It's almost 3am!" I exclaimed. We had already called the police, but the twenty-four hour rule made it useless. Ever since Lizzie left for her walk, she had been gone and I'm guessing that she didn't really go for a walk.
"Don't worry Jo. Everything will work out fine."
"Don't worry? Don't worry? That's my baby out there Thomas."
"Jo. Lizzie is very responsible. She wouldn't do anything-" I interrupted.
"Lizzie has never . has never run away like this before!" I yelled as a stream of tears fell from my eyes. Our baby was running away and it was all our fault.
~Lizzie~
"So, I've told you about my parents, what about yours?" Jason asked. I shook my head. There was no way I was going to spill my life story to an almost complete stranger.
"I don't want to talk about it." I moved back to the edge of his bed.
"Come on." I shook my head. "Please? Isn't this the whole reason why you're here?"
"Okay. Okay. My parents aren't my real parents." I sighed.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm adopted. Duh." I tried to make a joke out of it, but the truth was, that I still hurting. Jason sat up and hugged me from behind. "Thanks." I whispered.
"For what?"
"For listening." I smiled. All of a sudden, I heard a loud crash downstairs and then drunken laughing. "What's that?"
"Don't worry about it." Jason answered. He jumped out of bed and rushed downstairs, revealing his navy blue boxers. Once again I heard yelling and laughing.
~Jason~
"What are you guys doing here?" I asked my mom and my father's wife. "You're not suppose to be back for a couple of weeks.
"We decided to stop in and see how our baby was doing." My step-mom explained.
"Yeah. We were worried about you . sorry your father couldn't be here." My mom apologized, tripping over an old beer bottle, which set my step-mom, Bella, into a fit of giggles.
"Shh. Be quite." I demanded angrily.
"Do you have someone up there?" My mom teased as she started laughing along with my step-mom.
"Umm . Jason." I heard Lizzie's innocent voice say.
"What?" I whispered, trying not to get any more annoyed than I already was.
"Is it okay with your parents that I'm here?"
"Ooh, The plot thickens." Bella joked as her and mom walked into the kitchen, fixing themselves a couple of drinks. I stood in the doorway, defeated.
"Are you okay?" Lizzie wondered. I nodded.
"Let's just go." I took her head without even noticing I was holding it. I walked Lizzie to her room and climbed into my bed. A few hours later, Lizzie walked in. "What's wrong now?" I was angry that she had woken me up . just the sound of her walking .
"I can't sleep . can I stay in here?" She inquired.
"Whatever. Just don't take up all of the bed." I yawned, still half- asleep.
"Do you feel weird about this?" She asked, pulling the covers over her body.
"No. Why should I?"
(A/N: This chapter didn't turn out the way that I wanted, but I did say I was going to update today, so here I am, updating. Anyway, I think I have the next chapter planned out . maybe not. I'll just see how it goes. I mean this is a process for me too. I've never run away from home or anything. I hope you like the chapter and even if you didn't, let me know what you didn't like. Thanks to everyone who's reviewed. I should have a chapter up within the next week or week and a half, but I am starting school on the 13th, so who knows. -NL)
~Lizzie~
"Lizzie . how do you know about that?" My mother asked after she came to.
"Did you think I was going to live on happily and naively forever?" My body started to turn cold. These were the people I had trusted my whole life and they werer lying to me.
"At least let us explain ." My father's voice trailed off. I started to cry, against my will. All of this emotion had been building up inside me for a while.
"Why should I care about what you have to say? You lied to me . my own family lied!!" I screamed as my voice cracked and more tears spilled over my cheeks.
"Oh honey." My mother came over and tried to rub my back. I pushed her away.
"No." I whispered to myself. No! Just get me out of here." We walked the rest of the way to the car in silence.
When we got home, my parents decided that they were going to try and explain themselves. "Lizzie, We love you very much." My father began.
"And you know that." Mom added.
"What we did-"
"Was unacceptable. You lied. You're the ones who are wrong this time. Not me." I cut in really needing to get away from them right now.
"Hey what happened to you?" Matt asked with asked with an evil smirk.
"I found out my parents weren't really mine." I buried my face in my hands for a few seconds. I spotted the keys to my car on the counter. My parents came over, trying to make me feel better. Nothing was going to take away from the betrayal I was feeling at this point. As my parents continued to whisper "soothing" words to me, I quickly grabbed the keys off the counter. "I'm going for a walk." I whispered. My father started to say something, but stopped when he saw the hurt expression on my face.
I rushed out to the car and started driving around. I didn't know where I was going, but I kept driving anyway. I found myself driving around Miranda's neighborhood, but I couldn't bring myself to knock on the door, or even call. I knew Gordo's was out of the question, so I started to head towards the Digital Bean. Maybe, just maybe, that would make me feel better.
~Jason~
I was almost done working my shift at the Digital Bean, when McGuire walked in. Normally, I would've seized the opportunity to embarrass her, but today, she didn't look like her normal perky self. In fact she looked terrible . like a train had just run over her or something.
"What's up?" I asked her as she shrugged and took a seat at an empty table.
"Could you bring me a Strawberry Milkshake?" I nodded and brought it back to her instantly. "What, no smart ass comment?"
"Not today. Are you okay?" She sighed and started to sip on her shake. "Look, whatever you tell, I promise not to tell anyone else."
"You don't seem like the kind of person that keeps his promises." Lizzie mumbled as I noticed, for the first time ever, she wasn't wearing any make-up.
"Fine. Go around carrying all that heavy baggage. When you have your break-down don't say that I didn't offer to help." I walked away to the next empty table and started to clean up the mess that my previous customers had made.
"Jason." I heard Lizzie whine. I turned around. "Could you spare a couple of minutes." I nodded and sat down across from her.
~Miranda~
"I'm really worried about Lizzie." I admitted to Gordo as we sat down on the swing on my porch.
"I am too, but Lizzie will be okay. She always comes out on top with all this stuff." Gordo added confidently.
"But Gordo this is different. Lizzie's adopted. Do you know how that must feel . I mean I know she wonders about her real parents and what went on with them." I lay on head on his shoulder. He started to stroke my hair.
"You worry too much. Lizzie knows that we're here for her if she needs anything. Even though we had that stupid fight . she's not good with holding grudges." I nodded and reached for his hand.
I don't think Gordo realized how serious this was. Normally if something was wrong, Lizzie would tell us the second that it happened, but she kept this from us for TWO WHOLE DAYS.
"I just wish that I could do something for her. I know she's lost."
"If she needs us, she'll call us."
"I don't think she will ." My voice trailed off. "I think she's forgotten that no matter what, all of us still love her."
~Lizzie~
"So?" Jason asked as I inhaled deeply and began.
"Nobody's there for me anymore. Gordo's . well you know about him and Miranda's so wrapped up with her new best friend Calli. And my parents. I'm just starting to realize how truly fake they are. For the first time in my life, I'm out here on my own." I sighed. Jason nodded as if he knew what I was talking about.
"Everyone goes through that McGuire. It's apart of growing up." He explained.
"No. It's not like that. It's different . everything's changing." Tears welled up in my eyes. "I feel like someone ripped my heart out and then stomped on it." A tear spilled over my cheek. Jason caught it with his thumb. I stopped . we both did for a second.
"Hey Jason. Are you going to lock up or what?" Someone yelled from the back of the restaurant.
"Yeah!" He yelled back. "I'll be right back." Jason whispered as he started to cut off all the lights and stuff.
"Jason."
"Yeah?"
"Did you forget about me?" I asked, kinda creeped out about being in a building alone with Jason in the complete dark.
"No. Are you scared or something?" He teased. Jason grabbed my hand and we headed towards the doors. I hesitated.
"Where are we going?"
"I'm going to my car . you can come too, if you want." He offered.
"No. I should get home."
"If you want to finish talking sometime ." his voice trailed off.
"I don't even know where you live."
"You can follow me there then." Jason jumped in his car and started to drive away before I could protest.
~Jason~
"Do you think you can remember how to get here?" I asked Lizzie as she we reached my house.
"Umm . I'm not sure."
"Wanna come in?" She shrugged, but followed me in. "Excuse the mess. My parents are slobs." Lizzie smiled.
"Wow. Your house is really big . one question though, where are you parents?" She wondered.
"Who knows? They're never home." I admitted, sighing. "Do you want something to drink?"
"No. I really should be getting home."
"Okay." Lizzie paused at the door.
"Is there any way I could stay here for the night. I mean, I don't wanna get lost or anything." Lizzie explained. I knew that she was just making up an excuse not to go home, but I pretended like I didn't know.
"We have a lot of guest rooms and stuff, so just tell me which one you want to stay in." I started showing her around the house. There were beer cans and wine glasses everywhere from my alcoholic parents, but she didn't say anything about it and neither did I.
"Where's your room?" Lizzie wondered as I pointed to it, a couple of doors down. "I'll stay here then."
"Did you bring any clothes with you?" She shook her head.
"But, I probably have some old stuff in my car." Lizzie came back in a couple of minutes, holding a couple of bags of stuff. "See." I smiled.
~Jo McGuire (aka Lizzie's Mom)~
"Where is she?" I asked my husband, Thomas, frantically. "It's almost 3am!" I exclaimed. We had already called the police, but the twenty-four hour rule made it useless. Ever since Lizzie left for her walk, she had been gone and I'm guessing that she didn't really go for a walk.
"Don't worry Jo. Everything will work out fine."
"Don't worry? Don't worry? That's my baby out there Thomas."
"Jo. Lizzie is very responsible. She wouldn't do anything-" I interrupted.
"Lizzie has never . has never run away like this before!" I yelled as a stream of tears fell from my eyes. Our baby was running away and it was all our fault.
~Lizzie~
"So, I've told you about my parents, what about yours?" Jason asked. I shook my head. There was no way I was going to spill my life story to an almost complete stranger.
"I don't want to talk about it." I moved back to the edge of his bed.
"Come on." I shook my head. "Please? Isn't this the whole reason why you're here?"
"Okay. Okay. My parents aren't my real parents." I sighed.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm adopted. Duh." I tried to make a joke out of it, but the truth was, that I still hurting. Jason sat up and hugged me from behind. "Thanks." I whispered.
"For what?"
"For listening." I smiled. All of a sudden, I heard a loud crash downstairs and then drunken laughing. "What's that?"
"Don't worry about it." Jason answered. He jumped out of bed and rushed downstairs, revealing his navy blue boxers. Once again I heard yelling and laughing.
~Jason~
"What are you guys doing here?" I asked my mom and my father's wife. "You're not suppose to be back for a couple of weeks.
"We decided to stop in and see how our baby was doing." My step-mom explained.
"Yeah. We were worried about you . sorry your father couldn't be here." My mom apologized, tripping over an old beer bottle, which set my step-mom, Bella, into a fit of giggles.
"Shh. Be quite." I demanded angrily.
"Do you have someone up there?" My mom teased as she started laughing along with my step-mom.
"Umm . Jason." I heard Lizzie's innocent voice say.
"What?" I whispered, trying not to get any more annoyed than I already was.
"Is it okay with your parents that I'm here?"
"Ooh, The plot thickens." Bella joked as her and mom walked into the kitchen, fixing themselves a couple of drinks. I stood in the doorway, defeated.
"Are you okay?" Lizzie wondered. I nodded.
"Let's just go." I took her head without even noticing I was holding it. I walked Lizzie to her room and climbed into my bed. A few hours later, Lizzie walked in. "What's wrong now?" I was angry that she had woken me up . just the sound of her walking .
"I can't sleep . can I stay in here?" She inquired.
"Whatever. Just don't take up all of the bed." I yawned, still half- asleep.
"Do you feel weird about this?" She asked, pulling the covers over her body.
"No. Why should I?"
(A/N: This chapter didn't turn out the way that I wanted, but I did say I was going to update today, so here I am, updating. Anyway, I think I have the next chapter planned out . maybe not. I'll just see how it goes. I mean this is a process for me too. I've never run away from home or anything. I hope you like the chapter and even if you didn't, let me know what you didn't like. Thanks to everyone who's reviewed. I should have a chapter up within the next week or week and a half, but I am starting school on the 13th, so who knows. -NL)
