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Chapter Seven! Would have been up earlier if my Internet hadn't of died… But thanks for the great reviews, I feel so loved! Keep Reading, Writing & Reviewing!
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"Lizzie… Just tell me why. Please?" Miranda whined as Lizzie stared intently at the mattress, hands on her hips.
"Because its painful to be in this room, its painful to sit in that kitchen, its frickin' painful to look at this damn mattress." Lizzie cried fighting back salty tears as she kicked the mattress with all the strength her small worn out body would allow.
"Lizzie…" Miranda cooed as she sat on the mattress. "Sit down and explain this all to me. Why can't you just keep the apartment? You've lived in it at least two weeks without Mark."
Lizzie stared at the mattress tears dripping fast. Shaking slightly. When finally she mustered up the strength to explain to Miranda it all…
***FLASHBACK***
"Mark, I'm so sorry about the kiss back there… I don't know what came over me." Lizzie mumbled as Mark tried to usher her into his car. But Lizzie wasn't giving in she pushed against him trying to get back to the receptions building. "Mark, as much as I appreciate this, I need to go talk to Gordo…"
"Elizabeth," she cringed slightly at the use of her full name, "Why don't you just come stay at my apartment in LA, we'll go to work in the morning, then you can figure it all out… time to clear your head."
"That makes sense…" Lizzie mumbled as she held herself in her own arms. Slowly realizing she and David Gordon would never be Mrs. & Mr. David Gordon, Mark finally noticing her emotional wreckage went over and hugged her.
Slowly realizing what he could get out of this, he held her closed and began a trail of kisses down to her mouth, where he attempted another passionate kiss, at first Lizzie resisted, but in the end she gave in. Mark broke the kiss away and told 'Elizabeth' to get into the car and she did.
The whole way to LA 'Elizabeth' could think of nothing but what her wedding would have been like, the fabulous dress she had picked out, the amazing church, how Gordo would be 'David' just for a day, how the week after would just be pure roman romance bliss.
When they got to LA, Mark again seized an opportunity. Kissing and caressing 'Elizabeth' making her fall deeper into his spell. Finally Mark made the last leap taking advantage of 'Elizabeth' in his room. When they were through 'Elizabeth' went into the kitchen hoping for some juice or lemonade or something only to find cheap beer and tea bags, settling on the tea she filled the cup and sat on the futon in the living room.
She peered out of the window at the stars, as little water droplets formed on her checks, knowing Gordo was doing the same. She listened to him think for a while. She heard his silent prayers for her to return, she couldn't, not after the enormous mistake she had just made. She listened to him apologize for whatever it was he really did, 'Elizabeth' tried to tell him not to be sorry, it was all her fault. She heard him cry softly, broken hearted and crushed.
Mark entered the room finally and looked at the beautiful broken girl. He smiled; he had enjoyed the night but knew Elizabeth wouldn't just take a one-night stand. Not after being engaged and all of that. He settled on the idea that he could convince her to be his girlfriend; it would be spectacular for publicity and she would be content.
"Elizabeth…. Elizabeth…" He whispered, she didn't answer; she was staring at something out the window, focused and dazed. "What are you doing?" he laughed softly.
"Talking to David now go away." The iciness in her voice almost overshadowed the words. Mark was taken aback I mean after all hadn't she just gotten trough with a night with him?
"Elizabeth, that's impossible, A-your not on a phone, computer, or any of that. B-he has no idea you're here. C-You just got through with me." Mark tried his best to seduce her again, but failed. Elizabeth was going to spend the rest of the night figuring things out.
***END OF FLASHBACK***
"That's why I can't sit on this bed. That's why I can't call Gordo, that's why… I'm so sorry…"
"Lizzie, why are YOU sorry?" Miranda demanded. Now very worked up after listening to Lizzie's story. "The little bitch seduced you in a time where you frickin' confused and messed up, then manipulated some more sex out of it by calling it a relationship. It's not your fault… He screwed you over."
"Whatever." Muttered a scary quiet and almost serene Lizzie. She kicked the mattress again and walked out of the room and into the kitchen. Opening up the cabinet to reveal huge amounts of tea, and all types of tea, orange, herbal, berry, lemon, iced. She grabbed a lemon tea bag and slammed the cabinet shut.
"Lizzie, why won't you talk about this? Lizzie honestly this is so stupid." Miranda said as she stormed into the kitchen frustrated by the lack of emotion and conversation Lizzie was showing. But this last comment struck a chord with Lizzie, as she dropped the cup she was going to use for tea on to the floor letting it shatter. She started sobbing hysterically again.
"Oh, its stupid is it? Stupid that I don't want to live this ridiculous cliché over again and over again? The one where the hot guy seduces the petite, weak, unstable, emotional wreck of a human being. Where he screws her over and then throws her out when he gets bored, leaving her to sort out all the emotions she numbed two years before… Yeah I can see how that's stupid." Lizzie's crying turned to softer more controlled sobs as she attempted to clean up the kitchen, leaving Miranda to absorb the words she just spat out at her.
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