Author Note: I have 45 reviews. Woo-Hoo! BE SURE TO REVIEW SO I CAN GET 50 Reviews. That would be so awesome. So if you all could please, pretty please review. Thanks. Also sorry I was in a grumpy mood at what was it, oh yeah 3 AM in the morning. I was so nervous about the first day of school and my ex-boyfriend. It's a long story, if you really want to hear it then ask me in the review or email me, it's a really sweet and sad story. I cried all yesterday and I never cry, it's just not me.
Dilemma was one word that could describe Lizzie's life. Everywhere she looked, she always had divorce papers or her children coming up to her asking her to play a game with them. As much as she loved her children and hated her husband, she still had to do these things, but she just couldn't take it anymore. On top of that she had her feelings for Gordo that she had never revealed to him.
"MOM!" yelled Abby. "Michael is using me as a human dart board. He hit me with a dart and now it's bleeding. It hurts and I hope you will punish him for his behavior!" (Author Note: These are my brother's usual arguments. So I apologize if they sound a bit immature, but this is how my brother and I fight, but he has never used me as a human dart board, yet.)
"LIAR," screamed Michael. "She got in my way because she wanted to borrow money from me. So I hit her in the head with a dart. It isn't my fault."
Lizzie watched the two twins fighting with each other. Abby had a trickle of blood running down her nose from where Michael hit her on the forehead. Then Michael lunged at Abby and she fought him off like he was easy as a fly.
"Stop it," Lizzie yelled. "You're behavior is preposterous. Now I hope not that your father and I have brought you up like this.
"Now Abby," said Lizzie calmly, right after she got both of their attention by yelling. "When you ask your brother for money and he says no then he means no. Do not try to wriggle your way into getting what you want because I know it worked for you father, but it doesn't work with your brother or me. Now apologize to your brother."
"Sorry," mumbled Abby.
"Michael, you're behavior was preposterous too and— "
"What's preposterous?" asked Michael.
"You idiot, you are so stupid that you don't even know what that word is. Even I know that word, now you must feel like an idiot. It means absurd, outlandish, but since you don't know those words it means unbelievable."
"Okay if you're so smart then what is the capital of Idaho?" he questioned her.
"Cease and desist. Now that I've got you're attention, I want to speak of Michael's outrageous behavior. What you did Michael was terribly wrong and you know that I don't allow violence in this house. How could you peg your sister in the head with a dart? That's a rhetorical question, so don't ask it and don't ask what the definition is either," explained Lizzie.
Michael looked at her and was about to argue on what she said, but decided that it was better to keep quiet since he was in already enough trouble.
"Abby you're punishment is that you're not allowed to go to Lexi's party this Saturday. Instead you will be staying home with me doing dishes. And for you Michael, your punishment is worse. You will not be allowed to watch the television for a week and you'll help Abby and me with the dishes," Lizzie told him. "Got it?"
"How come I have to have a worse punishment than Abby?" groaned Michael.
"Because you pegged her in the forehead. You could go to jail for that, but since you are not the legal age to go in jail, you can spend time in Mommy's jail," smirked Lizzie.
"But I can't miss her party, Mom," yelled Abby.
"Watch it," warned Lizzie. "Or you won't go to Abigail's party either. I can just call her mom with a click of a button and you're not invited. Watch me, I'm the fun sucker."
Abby and Michael glared at their mother and went upstairs. After they exited to their rooms, the doorbell rang and Lizzie hurriedly went up to get it. There standing in the doorway was a furious Carl.
"What did you do!" bellowed Carl.
Lizzie knew that she was in trouble. She thought to herself that maybe she could just play it off and he would never know. Yes he would never know. She said innocently, "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean," responded an angry Carl.
He stepped a bit closer so that he was breathing down her neck. Her whole body become stiff and she suddenly become weak. She got butterflies in her stomach, not the kinds when you love someone, but when you are afraid of that person. He grabbed her neck and threw her back to the wall.
"I got a phone call from Stacy Kidman saying that she thought it was best if we broke up and hear this, another coincidence happened. Kate Sanders called me on my cell phone telling me that this wasn't going to work out and thought that we should go our separate ways. I'm surprised my boss hasn't said anything," argued Carl.
She was now choking so that she hardly could breathe, but she managed a few words out. "I did not take you're palm pilot and I have no clue what you're talking about. Maybe they don't like you."
His grip loosened and his hand dropped to his side. He looked at her with his venomous eyes and SLAP! He hit her cheek and pushed her on the floor.
"This is what you get for being an un-devoted wife who appreciates nothing but her husband's money. I always knew that you always loved you're friend. The one who had everything in life, besides his precious, lovely Lizzie. But you know what, you're not going to be lovely anymore, because after I'm finished with you, you'll be bruised and beaten and all people will feel towards you is pity.
"Also what I'm going to do to you is for breaking me up with all my girlfriends and for that you will pay. I knew that you did it, because I remembered you mentioning Kate Sanders in your past and for Stacy, I have no clue what you tried to do to her. Maybe you hypnotized her into telling me that I was a bad person and I was a—
"Stop it," screamed Abby standing in the doorway. She was shaking all over and her eyes were filled with sadness. This was the daughter who was standing up to her beloved father and she knew that she would never be Daddy's girl, but instead an enemy.
"Do not tell me what to do," spat Carl. "If you don't go now, then you'll regret it."
With that, Lizzie thought she was going to run, but she didn't do anything but flinch at the thought what he was going to do to her. She stood firm and still and wasn't ready to leave him alone until he left their house.
"Just because you're my father, doesn't mean you have the authority to tell me what to do to protect my mother. I'll call the police right now," screamed Abby.
"I told you should of never messed with me," said Carl as he ran towards Abby, but just before he reached her, he heard a voice. A voice that was going to save them all."
"Stop," said the voice calmly. Carl turned around and there was Gordo standing in the doorway. Lizzie was lying on the floor, relieved, but breathing heavily from the damage that Carl did to her.
"What did you say?" asked Carl as if already knowing the answer.
"I said stop it," repeated Gordo nervous, but firm.
"You can't tell me what to do," snapped Carl.
Abby still stood still as a tree and didn't even dare to make a move or anything. Gordo stepped closer so that he was a few feet from Carl and said, "I can't do anything to you or tell you what to do. But I think the police can. Abby quickly dial the police's number. You know it, you learned it in school."
"Don't bring my daughter in this," argued Carl.
"I haven't, but I can see that you already have after what I had heard," Gordo told him when Abby scurried off to the kitchen to make the call.
"I didn't hear a door slam or anything. How exactly did you get in here?"
"I slipped in quietly, unlike you who likes to make a grand entrance."
Thankfully the police station was right down the street, so they arrived in just minutes. The police intruded in their house and grabbed Carl and hooked them in chains.
"What you can't do this! It's injustice," bellowed Carl.
"The only word that fits injustice is you sir. After what we had heard and seen, you better keep quiet until your trial. We saw you argue with this young man who we know. We might bring him in for questioning, but sir, I think you are the one we need to worry the most about," explained the police.
The police escorted him out of the house and put him in the car. While the other police men came over to Gordo who was kneeling beside Lizzie.
"Sir, did he do this to her?" asked the policeman.
"Yes," whispered Gordo. "You've got to believe me sir, I had nothing to do with this. I would never hurt Lizzie because she is— "
He cut himself off because he didn't want to say anything that would give any hints that he had a crush on this woman. Heck, more than a crush, a secret passion. Something that Lizzie would never know because he knew that she had been through enough and was finished with men at such a young age.
"Are you her boyfriend?" he questioned him.
"No," Gordo answered.
"Alright, I'll just go down to the police station and if you need to contact me or anything like that then here is my number," said the policeman as he handed over his card. "Do you think she needs to go to the hospital?"
"No," mumbled Lizzie who was just getting up from the floor. Apparently she had heard their whole conversation since she was right there. "I think I will be fine. All I need is a glass of water and treatment to heal the wounds."
"Okay. I gave the young gentleman my number if you need me and I might get back in contact with you for more questioning. Now miss, all you need is rest and you will be up on your feet in no time. Good day," said the policeman.
Lizzie and Gordo waved at him when Lizzie turned her attention to Gordo.
"Thanks Gordo," whispered Lizzie as she looked into his eyes. She saw a spark of happiness and she laughed softly. Her eyes traveled to his lips and she leaned in, even though it was very difficult at this time and kissed him on the lips. He responded her kiss and put a hand on her cheek and deepened the kiss. She put her arms around his neck and continued the kiss.
"I knew it," whispered Abby into Michael's ear and they both smiled. They quietly went up the stairs and glanced at the kissing Lizzie and Gordo. They chuckled while going up the stairs.
Gordo pulled away and said, "Lizzie I'm so sorry, I must of just lost myself in the moment."
He darted out the door before Lizzie could say anything and closed the door that was ajar from the policeman.
"Yes," whispered Gordo. "I am always caught up in the moment. Now these are two moments I will never forget."
He went in his car with sadness in his heart since he knew that Lizzie would never like him back. After all, he wasn't that dream guy that Lizzie had always explained to Miranda and him during high school and college, even middle school.
"No, I'm never going to be the guy for Lizzie because she loves somebody else. Someone who knows his way to love, unlike me who needs directions to get to love. I'm lost in love."
Author Note: Okay so that was the first snogging scene and I'm really sorry if the violence was a bit too extreme. I didn't do any tongue in this scene since it is rated PG. But if you want me to describe tongue, which is gross, I will if you want me to.
