Broken
by Josephine/Lizabel
Info
Rating: PG
Summary: Sequel to "Wounded", POV switches between Liz 1st to Liz 3rd
Author's Note: This and "Wounded take place in somewhat of an alternate universe where the three months or so between "Destiny" and "Skin and Bones" occur, but they are before "Skin and Bones".
Distribution: Take it please! As long as you take "Wounded" too, and send me the URL
Feedback: It brought you this! :) Send more my way: tobyjo44@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own nada, except for my own ideas :)... and sometimes not even them
Thanks: To everyone who cried "sequel!" and to my darling beta-reader Allana! Read her fics too!! (They are at www.fanfiction.net)
Broken
***
"Hi, you've reached the Parker residence, please leave your name, number, and a short message and we will return your call as soon as possible."
Beep.
"Hi, Liz. This is Maria, please call me." The voice sounded sad to her, almost pleading. This was the third time she had called since the woman had last erased the messages.
She walked across the hall and opened the door to the room that smelled most familiar to her. This room was where she slept, and made her home. It had pictures all around, of a girl who looked strangely like she did, with a boy with black hair, a serious demeanor and a tendency to smile at the girl whenever the camera flashed.
The boy also made tempting promises while drunk and loved the girl with all of his being. She wasn't sure how she knew this, except...
Max! The pain lanced through her abdomen and flashed behind her eyes. She was forced to close her eyes and slide to the floor.
That was her other life. Remembering it hurt her too much to do, but for some reason, tonight she dwelt on the strange regressed memory of Max Evans.
He was the trigger to recalling everything she had worked so hard to forget.
***
It was summer, in Florida, at the beach. Why wasn't I happy? Every normal girl surrounded by shirtless guys playing lifeguard and volleyball would be happy.
But I wasn't. Because none of those guys were Max, and would never be Max. And since I could never bring myself to see the "real" Max again, no one else could ever really compare.
I was trying to be different here, tanning on the beach wearing my new lavender bikini, and smiling at the boys who passed by.
It wasn't me, but it was a good thing, because "me" was still in love with Max no matter what destiny said, and "me" was still in Roswell, lying to myself.
I had called Maria before I caught the plane to tell her what had happened and that I was leaving for the summer. She didn't take it well, but she's Maria, and some melodramatics are to be expected.
No one else knows I was here with my aunt, unless Maria told them, and no one, not even Maria knew my phone number here. I could have changed my name, for no one would have been able to disprove me.
But I stayed Liz Parker, for some remnant of my Roswell-personage needing to stay intact.
I was in the middle of my daily routine, laying on my back and reading the local newspaper when suddenly, a large object was flying towards me, blocking out the sun.
A volleyball. For my credit I caught it, and threw it back to the boy near the game facing my way.
It suddenly hit me like wave, the boy looked like Max! And he was tossing the ball to a teammate and jogging over to me.
We got to talking, his name was Nathan, and I gave him my address with a request for him to stop by later, and we could go bike-riding.
I knew he wasn't Max, but my heart was pounding and my breath was quickened and I waved him good-bye, packed up my things and walked back to my aunts.
***
She was curled up in the corner between her bed and the wall sighing with her whole body when she heard a knock on the door, and the ever persistent/hopeful/tired voice on the other side. "Lizzy, are you okay?"
She rocked back and fourth some more, pulling her knees up closer to her chest.
***
The doorbell was ringing. I tied off the end of the half-done French braid in my hair and dashed downstairs just as my aunt opened the door.
"Aunt Linda, this is Nathan. We'll be back around..." I looked to Nathan.
"Eight. I'll take good care of your niece Ms. Parker."
"See you two at eight then." I kissed my aunt on the cheek as she smiled, pleased that I had found something to do with my time.
I told Nathan that I'd have to get my bike from the shed, and then waved my aunt good-bye.
***
We were racing down the boardwalk as night was falling, pedaling as hard as we could, barely inching in front of each other.
I was riding so fact my hair was billowed out behind me, the cooling sea breeze caressing my face, and I felt like I was flying.
"It's nearing eight." I called regretfully back to Nathan.
"Let's keep going! I'm sure your aunt won't mind." I smiled, and pedaled harder, leaving him no choice but to follow.
***
She was crying. She knew this story, and she knew what was going to happen. She knew that he would kick his foot into the spokes of the girls bike wheel and send her sprawling, cut upon the ragged asphalt. Left at his mercy to be abused. She knew that the girl had known that this might have happened and she wept for the broken girl, left in the alley all night.
***
"Liz... Liz? Get up, it's time to drive to the airport." A hesitant hand pressed down lightly against my shoulder. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times before forcing myself out of bed and routinely getting dressed, and swallowing a few scoops of dry cereal.
"Let's go." My aunt helped my out the door with my suitcases.
My body was healing, but I didn't think my mind ever would.
***
"Lizzy, are you crying?" Her mother let herself into the room, and sat down next to her on the floor.
She stiffened against the arm around her shoulders, but then relaxed and sobbed against her mother's neck.
"I don't know if I can stop."
Tears gathering in her eyes, her mother tightened her hold on Liz, and said, "All things heal in time, you just have to let them."
***
The End
by Josephine/Lizabel
Info
Rating: PG
Summary: Sequel to "Wounded", POV switches between Liz 1st to Liz 3rd
Author's Note: This and "Wounded take place in somewhat of an alternate universe where the three months or so between "Destiny" and "Skin and Bones" occur, but they are before "Skin and Bones".
Distribution: Take it please! As long as you take "Wounded" too, and send me the URL
Feedback: It brought you this! :) Send more my way: tobyjo44@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own nada, except for my own ideas :)... and sometimes not even them
Thanks: To everyone who cried "sequel!" and to my darling beta-reader Allana! Read her fics too!! (They are at www.fanfiction.net)
Broken
***
"Hi, you've reached the Parker residence, please leave your name, number, and a short message and we will return your call as soon as possible."
Beep.
"Hi, Liz. This is Maria, please call me." The voice sounded sad to her, almost pleading. This was the third time she had called since the woman had last erased the messages.
She walked across the hall and opened the door to the room that smelled most familiar to her. This room was where she slept, and made her home. It had pictures all around, of a girl who looked strangely like she did, with a boy with black hair, a serious demeanor and a tendency to smile at the girl whenever the camera flashed.
The boy also made tempting promises while drunk and loved the girl with all of his being. She wasn't sure how she knew this, except...
Max! The pain lanced through her abdomen and flashed behind her eyes. She was forced to close her eyes and slide to the floor.
That was her other life. Remembering it hurt her too much to do, but for some reason, tonight she dwelt on the strange regressed memory of Max Evans.
He was the trigger to recalling everything she had worked so hard to forget.
***
It was summer, in Florida, at the beach. Why wasn't I happy? Every normal girl surrounded by shirtless guys playing lifeguard and volleyball would be happy.
But I wasn't. Because none of those guys were Max, and would never be Max. And since I could never bring myself to see the "real" Max again, no one else could ever really compare.
I was trying to be different here, tanning on the beach wearing my new lavender bikini, and smiling at the boys who passed by.
It wasn't me, but it was a good thing, because "me" was still in love with Max no matter what destiny said, and "me" was still in Roswell, lying to myself.
I had called Maria before I caught the plane to tell her what had happened and that I was leaving for the summer. She didn't take it well, but she's Maria, and some melodramatics are to be expected.
No one else knows I was here with my aunt, unless Maria told them, and no one, not even Maria knew my phone number here. I could have changed my name, for no one would have been able to disprove me.
But I stayed Liz Parker, for some remnant of my Roswell-personage needing to stay intact.
I was in the middle of my daily routine, laying on my back and reading the local newspaper when suddenly, a large object was flying towards me, blocking out the sun.
A volleyball. For my credit I caught it, and threw it back to the boy near the game facing my way.
It suddenly hit me like wave, the boy looked like Max! And he was tossing the ball to a teammate and jogging over to me.
We got to talking, his name was Nathan, and I gave him my address with a request for him to stop by later, and we could go bike-riding.
I knew he wasn't Max, but my heart was pounding and my breath was quickened and I waved him good-bye, packed up my things and walked back to my aunts.
***
She was curled up in the corner between her bed and the wall sighing with her whole body when she heard a knock on the door, and the ever persistent/hopeful/tired voice on the other side. "Lizzy, are you okay?"
She rocked back and fourth some more, pulling her knees up closer to her chest.
***
The doorbell was ringing. I tied off the end of the half-done French braid in my hair and dashed downstairs just as my aunt opened the door.
"Aunt Linda, this is Nathan. We'll be back around..." I looked to Nathan.
"Eight. I'll take good care of your niece Ms. Parker."
"See you two at eight then." I kissed my aunt on the cheek as she smiled, pleased that I had found something to do with my time.
I told Nathan that I'd have to get my bike from the shed, and then waved my aunt good-bye.
***
We were racing down the boardwalk as night was falling, pedaling as hard as we could, barely inching in front of each other.
I was riding so fact my hair was billowed out behind me, the cooling sea breeze caressing my face, and I felt like I was flying.
"It's nearing eight." I called regretfully back to Nathan.
"Let's keep going! I'm sure your aunt won't mind." I smiled, and pedaled harder, leaving him no choice but to follow.
***
She was crying. She knew this story, and she knew what was going to happen. She knew that he would kick his foot into the spokes of the girls bike wheel and send her sprawling, cut upon the ragged asphalt. Left at his mercy to be abused. She knew that the girl had known that this might have happened and she wept for the broken girl, left in the alley all night.
***
"Liz... Liz? Get up, it's time to drive to the airport." A hesitant hand pressed down lightly against my shoulder. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times before forcing myself out of bed and routinely getting dressed, and swallowing a few scoops of dry cereal.
"Let's go." My aunt helped my out the door with my suitcases.
My body was healing, but I didn't think my mind ever would.
***
"Lizzy, are you crying?" Her mother let herself into the room, and sat down next to her on the floor.
She stiffened against the arm around her shoulders, but then relaxed and sobbed against her mother's neck.
"I don't know if I can stop."
Tears gathering in her eyes, her mother tightened her hold on Liz, and said, "All things heal in time, you just have to let them."
***
The End