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Title: Crash Part 16
Author: Marie a.k.a. Lovesbitch
Email: Lovesbitch84@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13/Rish (might change later)
Summary: AU, Mi/L, Liz POV
Disclaimer: I do not own Rosewell, I have no money so there's no point suing.
Distrubtion: If you want to put this on your site then just send me a email with the link
Feedback: Listening to the voices in your head and send feedback like a good reader
Authors Note: This is my first attempt at writing a Rosewell fanfic and I would adore feedback.
I know you're probably thinking I'm a bitch.

But I honestly do love Michael and I want to be with him.

It's just that I was a different person back on our home planet. I can feel it even after those two small flashes.

I was a better person and I want to become that person again.

I like that person.

And breaking Maria's heart and destroying Alex and Kyle's trust all over again. That won't help me be a good person again.

I'm doing this for the majority.

I read somewhere that love means never having to say you're sorry.

But whoever said that obviously wasn't risking the few real friends in their life.

**

"Liz, I know you're worried but they'll understand," Michael said, putting a hand of my shoulder.

"Michael, don't do this to me," I said, pushing his arm off of me.

"Do what?" Michael asked, confused.

"Make me feel bad about what I, we, have to do," I said, backing away.

"You don't have to feel bad about telling them we love each other," Michael said.

"That's not what I feel bad about," I said.

"Liz," Michael said, realizing what I was saying.

"Michael, I want to be with you. I will be with you. We just can't tell them right now," I said.

"And why not?' Michael said, coldly.

"Because I don't want to lose the people that are important to me," I said. God, he has to understand. I need him to understand.

"You will not lose me. I'll always be here with you," Michael said.

"I'm not talking about that," I said, become more and more scared he wasn't going to understand were I was coming from.

"You mean Kyle and Alex," Michael said, without emotion.

"They said that they would give me a second chance. That if I proved to them that I was good person they would forgive me and we could be friends again," I said.

"You don't need them," Michael said, locking eyes with me.

"You can not tell me what I do and do not need. And I say I need them," I hissed.

"So you would give me up for them?" Michael demanded.

"Michael, be quiet. They'll hear you," I hissed at him. Why won't he understand this. Isn't love supposed to mean sacrifices?

"And that would be so horrible," Michael said, with such coldness it sent** chills down my spine. And not the usual way.

"I never said I wouldn't stay with you," I said, feeling my eyes burning with tears.

"So you want us to sneak around and act like we don't give a crap about each other, right?" Michael demanded, and I only could bring myself to nod.

"I'm not going to do that," Michael snapped.

"Please Michael, we can't tell them," I begged.

"Fine," he said, and I felt myself relax.

"Thank you so much. I knew that you would understand. And in a few weeks when they have forgotten all about he kiss and I'm back in with them we can start dating openly," I said, with a smile on my face.

"No," Michael said, placing the hamburgers on the plates.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"I said no," Michael answered.

"But you said we weren't going to tell them," I repeated.

"We're not because there's nothing to tell," Michael said, without looking at me.

"What?" I said, feeling dread rush through my body.

"You chose them over me. I hope you're happy with Kyle and Alex," Michael said, coldness dripping in his voice.

"Michael, don't do this to me," I begged.

"You did this to yourself," Michael said.

"Michael, I love you," I whispered, tears burning in my eyes.

"I'm not going to sneak around and pretend that I'm not with you. It's over Liz, you blew it," Michael said, thrusting the two plates into my hands.

**

How can he be this cruel to me?

He knows that I do love him.

We are meant to be together.

What can't he understand that?

**

"Fine, we'll tell Max and Isabel," I said, desperately.

"It's too late," Michael said, turning his back to me.

"No, it's not. I'll go give them this food and then we'll sit down and we'll explain that we didn't mean for this to happen but it did. Then we'll tell them not to tell anyone because we don't want to hurt them anymore than we already have," I said, painfully.

"Liz, the food's getting cold," Michael said.

"You can't be serious about us being over?" I begged.

"I'm very serious," Michael said.

"I made a compromise," I said, my voice shivering.

"I don't want a compromise. Last night you were ready to make this sacrifice for us," Michael said, turning back to face me.

"I still am, just not right now," I said.

"It's not a sacrifice then because you're not losing anything," Michael hissed.

"Then it's better than a sacrifice," I urged.

"No, it's not. Liz, just take them your their food and I'm sure Max would jump to take my place," Michael said.

"I don't want Max, I want you," I cried.

"Liz, it's over!"Michael hissed, and I felt four eyes land on us.

"I hate you!" I screamed, throwing the two plates I held at Michael before I turned and ran up the stairs to my apartment.

God, how could he do this to me?

"This is what I get for letting my heart decide for me!" I screamed into emptiness. I tore across the apartment. I tripped over the small end table and went flying into the wall.

"Ow!" I screamed, as I regained my balance and began to stumble towards the bathroom.

"I should have never believe him! He lied to me and he only wanted me so he could go home!" I screamed, as I whipped the medicine cupboard open.

My hand shot up and grabbed the bottle of painkillers that my dad had taken after his surgery a few months ago. He had taken some of them but there were enough left.

"I'm tired of being lied to!" I screamed, falling to the floor.

**

Don't hate me for what I'm about to do.

You think you know me, but you still don't.

There's still so much you haven't had a chance to learn.

I'm not as strong as I pretend to be.

I'm not as cold and bitter and evil as you may have thought I was.

And I don't always make the best decisions.

But just know this, I'm not doing this for revenge. I'm doing this because it's the only thing I can. Because the pain has become to much to bear.

And I'm not just doing this because of Michael. He's the straw that broke my back. The last thing I could bear.

Just don't hate me and think I'm selfish for this.

Because you don't know the real me.

I'm still hiding her. I have been ever since the night after my 16th birthday.

And she's more hurt and scared than you can begin to believe.

So just wait, and maybe you'll have a chance to learn what happened. To Be Continue.