BA/N: OKAY! I KNOW THIS IS LOOOOONG OVERDUE! Thanks to all of you for
reviewing so positively and to my cousin… I'm sorry you're afraid of
aliens!!! LOL Why did you write that in the reviews???/B
Ch. 12
¿Mija Donde Estas?
Okay so things were bad. REALLY BAD. But who was Miguel kidding? When had thrown that damn powder like dust in Liz's face she was changed into some kind of happy state of consciousness. What the hell was that stuff anyways? Crack? Had that bastard thrown CRACK in her face?!
Get a grip Liz. Calmate por favor por vida amor. Liz chanted inside to herself.
She needed a plan. She needed a semi and a couple sticks of dynamite is what she needed but since that wasn't conveniently available at the moment, she was back to the drawing board. Man did this suck! Liz paced her severely old-fashioned room and looked down at her dress in disgust.
What the hell was this?
It was a dark slimming black dress with golden streaks running across the front and wrapping around to the back like sparkling snakes. The neckline was breathtakingly low and exposed the sides of her breasts. It seamed to hug her every curve and Liz gasp at the sight she saw in the mirror.
She was beautiful.
Liz never in her entire seventeen years of living felt so sexy and foxy. She never even considered herself halfway decent to be seen in public! But somehow, someway Miguel had done some kind of voodoo magic to make her look… Pleasurable.
But in this attempt at making Liz beautiful… it was a low blow. Miguel/Ethos –whatever the hell he was called, Miguel knew how insecure Liz was about herself so he must have done this as some kind of attempt to get on her good side.
It was Just like Miguel, always trying to buy her love.
Did she not just sing him the overplayed J.Lo. Song?!
"Arielle?" A sweet child-like voice called from Liz's bedroom/prison door.
Liz spun in her tracks.
"Did I frighten you?" The child flinched, her sweet dark brown eyes trembling.
How had she gotten in?
"No. I'm sorry sweetie, but did I scare YOU?" Liz asked taking a step forward.
The child held back by the door in frozen silence.
"What's your name mija?" Liz smiled, kneeling down to the ringlet curled brunette with deep brown soulful eyes like…
Max?
*
So they were driving god knew where but Michael knew for sure that Max was ready to lose it. So Michael kept his face straight and his thoughts to himself.
Michael stole a dangerously brave glance at Max.
And WHOA! –Okay he was caught! He was definitely caught in the act and Max was now shooting disloyal daggers his way.
Michael was more than just kicking himself for looking at Max.
"I know you don't believe me when I say I know where Liz is but frankly I don't give a sh-."
"No-no. I believe you. No need for the colorful exchange of words to prove a point." Michael backed off from his place in the back seat.
"Gosh Max where the HELL are we going?!" Isabel complained.
"SOMEWHERE okay! God Isabel I really could do without your shit right now!" Max yelled.
"Same here Max! You know, there are people here Iother/I than Iyou/I that care about Liz's well being too!"
"Hold it here! CALM DOWN!" Michael tried to stop the two from blood shed.
"Max watch the road! Geez! Do you want us to make it there alive or dead?!" Isabel ignored Michael and continued to attack Max verbally unsympathetic.
"There are worse things than being dead." Max mumbled under his breath.
"I heard that." Isabel scowled.
"So does Miguel even live in New Mexico?" Michael attempted to stir things in another direction, with no success of course.
"You now what Max? You're so self righteous!" The Ice-Queen Isabel struck again.
"Isabel PLEASE!" Michael shouted, "Max is under a lot of pressure right now and doesn't need any of your negative energy." Michael scolded.
"What are you? My kindergarten teacher?" Isabel chewed Michael out.
"Yea?" Max looked at Michael through his rearview mirror.
"Well at least you two agree on something." Michael mumbled.
"I heard that." Isabel teased.
*
"So mija where's your mama?" Liz smiled at the child.
"She doesn't want me anymore. So I stay with Ethos." She replied just above a whisper.
"No mija, I'm sure that that's not true. I'm sure your mommy loves you very much." Liz winked.
"I have to go now. Ethos knows I'm in here. Good bye Arielle…" The little girl turned, "You look very pretty." She whispered to Liz before leaving.
Liz heard the click of a lock being secured. Shit the little skeeza had locked her in there! And Liz thought that the girl was sweet! Sheesh shows how much America's children have been corrupt to inappropriate morals!
Okay so there were two things about this trick daddy Ethos character that Liz knew for sure:
1.) He was a jerk.
2.) He was a jerk.
3.) And… He was a jerk.
4.) Did she mention that he was jerk?
5.) He wasn't really Miguel, he was just using Miguel's body.
6.) He was taking care of the little girl (who Liz had somehow forgotten to ask for a name)
7.) He was a REALLY horrible decorator.
8.) He was the one person at this moment that Liz REALLY wanted to knee in the groin right now!!!!
9.) He was annoying.
10.) And last but certainly not the least… He was shady.
Okay that's was about it for now. You may return to regularly scheduled programs…
*
Didn't they understand? Were they brain dead or deaf? HELLO? Major problem in the Liz department, assistance is greatly appreciated as is needed! Maria wanted to scream. And yet she didn't, she remained silent as she, Alex and Tess helped Kyle get from the bathroom of his room to Maria's Bold faithful!/B trusty maroon Jetta.
Gosh she had never seen a guy puke so much in her entire life! It was like Kyle could fill the gap in between the Grand Canyon with all the junk that came spewing out of his mouth in such large quantities. Exactly on much had he consumed in an attempt to become Beer Bong King? Oh but Tess was jus laughing it up big time.
Alex on the other hand looked as if he didn't know whether to barf himself or runaway from the scene all together.
BIT. WAS. THAT. GROSS./B
Tess had just waved her hand over Kyle's clothes when she turned to Maria and said, "So what now?"
Like Maria had a clue. "Uh, Michael said to wait for him at the house… Your house." Maria answered turning around to face the steering wheel and starting the car she then yelled over her shoulder, "If he so much as burps in this car I swear I'll-."
"No need Maria. I get it." Tess held up a hand.
"Good, " Maria put the car into drive, "You okay Alex?" She asked worried.
"Fine and dandy now that chooga machine over there is finished spewing." Alex replied holding his stomach and grimacing.
*
"Her name was Lola… She was a showgirl, with something feathers in her hair, and her dress cut down to there, c'mon everybody now!!! Coca, coca cabana!" Liz sang at the top of her lungs. Man was she bored!
She Ihad/I to get the fuck out of here or she'd go completely insane dammit!
Get a grip Liz… Get a fricken grip. Liz thought. So the little twerp was probably long gone by now and Liz was still in this tight dress and stuck all alone. She had absolutely nothing to do!
"OOPS I DID IT AGAIN!" Liz sang louder than before. MAN! Why wasn't anyone coming to tell her to shut it? Any kind of conversation would be greatly appreciated. "I PLAYED WITH YOUR HEART! GOT LOST IN THE GAME!" Still nothing... "OH BABY, BABY OOPS YOU THINK I'M IN LOVE! THAT I'M SENT FROM ABUUU-AH-OVE! I'M NOT THAT INNOCENT!!!!!!!" Liz screamed at the top of her lungs. Trying her best to be loud, obnoxious and annoying. But it still was not working! What was it going to take to get some attention around here? Blood sacrifice?
By the third verse of *NSYNC's "Bye, Bye, Bye" Liz had given up.
How long had she been in this room anyways? 2? 3 hours? Was she ever going to escape this hellhole? That's it! It was most definitely time for Liz Ramirez to take action.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures!" Liz thought aloud.
She scanned the room for anything useful.
Hmmm lets see… A desk with pens and paper, she stuck some of this in her pockets. A large canopy bed with white soft sheets. The hardwood floor, and some candles without matches or anything to light them with. Oh yea! And some books that were ancient and grotesquely dusty. A long tall window… Wait a minute! Windows BDUH!!!/B A window! How many times had she snuck out her own window back at home in Sac to be out late with Miguel!
But IEthos/I didn't know this… What a dumbass!
Ch. 12
¿Mija Donde Estas?
Okay so things were bad. REALLY BAD. But who was Miguel kidding? When had thrown that damn powder like dust in Liz's face she was changed into some kind of happy state of consciousness. What the hell was that stuff anyways? Crack? Had that bastard thrown CRACK in her face?!
Get a grip Liz. Calmate por favor por vida amor. Liz chanted inside to herself.
She needed a plan. She needed a semi and a couple sticks of dynamite is what she needed but since that wasn't conveniently available at the moment, she was back to the drawing board. Man did this suck! Liz paced her severely old-fashioned room and looked down at her dress in disgust.
What the hell was this?
It was a dark slimming black dress with golden streaks running across the front and wrapping around to the back like sparkling snakes. The neckline was breathtakingly low and exposed the sides of her breasts. It seamed to hug her every curve and Liz gasp at the sight she saw in the mirror.
She was beautiful.
Liz never in her entire seventeen years of living felt so sexy and foxy. She never even considered herself halfway decent to be seen in public! But somehow, someway Miguel had done some kind of voodoo magic to make her look… Pleasurable.
But in this attempt at making Liz beautiful… it was a low blow. Miguel/Ethos –whatever the hell he was called, Miguel knew how insecure Liz was about herself so he must have done this as some kind of attempt to get on her good side.
It was Just like Miguel, always trying to buy her love.
Did she not just sing him the overplayed J.Lo. Song?!
"Arielle?" A sweet child-like voice called from Liz's bedroom/prison door.
Liz spun in her tracks.
"Did I frighten you?" The child flinched, her sweet dark brown eyes trembling.
How had she gotten in?
"No. I'm sorry sweetie, but did I scare YOU?" Liz asked taking a step forward.
The child held back by the door in frozen silence.
"What's your name mija?" Liz smiled, kneeling down to the ringlet curled brunette with deep brown soulful eyes like…
Max?
*
So they were driving god knew where but Michael knew for sure that Max was ready to lose it. So Michael kept his face straight and his thoughts to himself.
Michael stole a dangerously brave glance at Max.
And WHOA! –Okay he was caught! He was definitely caught in the act and Max was now shooting disloyal daggers his way.
Michael was more than just kicking himself for looking at Max.
"I know you don't believe me when I say I know where Liz is but frankly I don't give a sh-."
"No-no. I believe you. No need for the colorful exchange of words to prove a point." Michael backed off from his place in the back seat.
"Gosh Max where the HELL are we going?!" Isabel complained.
"SOMEWHERE okay! God Isabel I really could do without your shit right now!" Max yelled.
"Same here Max! You know, there are people here Iother/I than Iyou/I that care about Liz's well being too!"
"Hold it here! CALM DOWN!" Michael tried to stop the two from blood shed.
"Max watch the road! Geez! Do you want us to make it there alive or dead?!" Isabel ignored Michael and continued to attack Max verbally unsympathetic.
"There are worse things than being dead." Max mumbled under his breath.
"I heard that." Isabel scowled.
"So does Miguel even live in New Mexico?" Michael attempted to stir things in another direction, with no success of course.
"You now what Max? You're so self righteous!" The Ice-Queen Isabel struck again.
"Isabel PLEASE!" Michael shouted, "Max is under a lot of pressure right now and doesn't need any of your negative energy." Michael scolded.
"What are you? My kindergarten teacher?" Isabel chewed Michael out.
"Yea?" Max looked at Michael through his rearview mirror.
"Well at least you two agree on something." Michael mumbled.
"I heard that." Isabel teased.
*
"So mija where's your mama?" Liz smiled at the child.
"She doesn't want me anymore. So I stay with Ethos." She replied just above a whisper.
"No mija, I'm sure that that's not true. I'm sure your mommy loves you very much." Liz winked.
"I have to go now. Ethos knows I'm in here. Good bye Arielle…" The little girl turned, "You look very pretty." She whispered to Liz before leaving.
Liz heard the click of a lock being secured. Shit the little skeeza had locked her in there! And Liz thought that the girl was sweet! Sheesh shows how much America's children have been corrupt to inappropriate morals!
Okay so there were two things about this trick daddy Ethos character that Liz knew for sure:
1.) He was a jerk.
2.) He was a jerk.
3.) And… He was a jerk.
4.) Did she mention that he was jerk?
5.) He wasn't really Miguel, he was just using Miguel's body.
6.) He was taking care of the little girl (who Liz had somehow forgotten to ask for a name)
7.) He was a REALLY horrible decorator.
8.) He was the one person at this moment that Liz REALLY wanted to knee in the groin right now!!!!
9.) He was annoying.
10.) And last but certainly not the least… He was shady.
Okay that's was about it for now. You may return to regularly scheduled programs…
*
Didn't they understand? Were they brain dead or deaf? HELLO? Major problem in the Liz department, assistance is greatly appreciated as is needed! Maria wanted to scream. And yet she didn't, she remained silent as she, Alex and Tess helped Kyle get from the bathroom of his room to Maria's Bold faithful!/B trusty maroon Jetta.
Gosh she had never seen a guy puke so much in her entire life! It was like Kyle could fill the gap in between the Grand Canyon with all the junk that came spewing out of his mouth in such large quantities. Exactly on much had he consumed in an attempt to become Beer Bong King? Oh but Tess was jus laughing it up big time.
Alex on the other hand looked as if he didn't know whether to barf himself or runaway from the scene all together.
BIT. WAS. THAT. GROSS./B
Tess had just waved her hand over Kyle's clothes when she turned to Maria and said, "So what now?"
Like Maria had a clue. "Uh, Michael said to wait for him at the house… Your house." Maria answered turning around to face the steering wheel and starting the car she then yelled over her shoulder, "If he so much as burps in this car I swear I'll-."
"No need Maria. I get it." Tess held up a hand.
"Good, " Maria put the car into drive, "You okay Alex?" She asked worried.
"Fine and dandy now that chooga machine over there is finished spewing." Alex replied holding his stomach and grimacing.
*
"Her name was Lola… She was a showgirl, with something feathers in her hair, and her dress cut down to there, c'mon everybody now!!! Coca, coca cabana!" Liz sang at the top of her lungs. Man was she bored!
She Ihad/I to get the fuck out of here or she'd go completely insane dammit!
Get a grip Liz… Get a fricken grip. Liz thought. So the little twerp was probably long gone by now and Liz was still in this tight dress and stuck all alone. She had absolutely nothing to do!
"OOPS I DID IT AGAIN!" Liz sang louder than before. MAN! Why wasn't anyone coming to tell her to shut it? Any kind of conversation would be greatly appreciated. "I PLAYED WITH YOUR HEART! GOT LOST IN THE GAME!" Still nothing... "OH BABY, BABY OOPS YOU THINK I'M IN LOVE! THAT I'M SENT FROM ABUUU-AH-OVE! I'M NOT THAT INNOCENT!!!!!!!" Liz screamed at the top of her lungs. Trying her best to be loud, obnoxious and annoying. But it still was not working! What was it going to take to get some attention around here? Blood sacrifice?
By the third verse of *NSYNC's "Bye, Bye, Bye" Liz had given up.
How long had she been in this room anyways? 2? 3 hours? Was she ever going to escape this hellhole? That's it! It was most definitely time for Liz Ramirez to take action.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures!" Liz thought aloud.
She scanned the room for anything useful.
Hmmm lets see… A desk with pens and paper, she stuck some of this in her pockets. A large canopy bed with white soft sheets. The hardwood floor, and some candles without matches or anything to light them with. Oh yea! And some books that were ancient and grotesquely dusty. A long tall window… Wait a minute! Windows BDUH!!!/B A window! How many times had she snuck out her own window back at home in Sac to be out late with Miguel!
But IEthos/I didn't know this… What a dumbass!