A/N: Sorry this took so long I was on a little vacation. But here are the next 2 parts to the story. The song used here is by Tool, in case anyone was wondering. Enjoy! Please review!!!!

Inside my Mind

Part 13

Sean sat in his chair and watched that night as Maria and Liz came in around 8:00, chatting about what they had done that day. He remembered how happy she had seemed, but he knew her better then that. It was all just a facade, an act. She could be nor would be happy with no one that wasn't he. Sure she could pretend, she could have her fun romps. But she would be back. She needed him. She couldn't live with out him, and he would see to that.

Now a little past 1:00 in the morning. As Sean crept down the long, dark corridor to their room.

--You crawled away from me.

Slipped away from me--.

He picked the lock on their door and quietly snuck in shutting the door silently behind him. The room was dark, except for the moonlight that filtered in from the small window.

--I tried to keep ahold,

but there was nothing I could say. --

He walked over to the side of Liz's bed, looking down at her all the pain, hatred, and love that he had built up for her over the past three years came to the surface and reared its ugly head.

--You slid and crept away

and tired to keep you down

but there was nothing I could say. --

He strode over to the small table taking the pad and pen that were all ready there and began his letter to Liz.

--So what you're trying to say

is you don't wanna play. --

Reflecting back on all the times they shared together, the good the bad and the in-betweens. He'd always been there for her. No matter what Maria tried to convince her to think he was always there, and that wasn't going to change. He loved her. He would have her back, she was his. He'd done nothing wrong, she had no reason to leave and she was coming home. Where she belonged, with him. Whether she liked it or not. She would return.

--But what you want and what you need

doesn't mean fuck to me. --

He folded the letter. Walking silently over to her, he put the note down next to her on the pillow. The pillow that he should be sleeping on, next to her. Looking at her right now the way she had looked so many times before through his eyes. Her hair all tosseled and messy, her body spread out on the bed reminded him of all the times they had shared in his bed together. So many times had they been together, but then it just stopped. She turned away from him. She once liked to be kissed hard and liked having him be rough with her. Now here she was with a man who would never touch her the way he did, he couldn't. She was his, no one could treat his like that.

--Because I can see your back is turning.

If I could I'd stick the knife in. --

Sean walked to the door, taking one last look back towards her. She would pay for what she had put him through. He would show her what it felt like to be useless, used, and rejected. Then he would have her back, she would be his again. If only she could see that they were meant to be. No one else could love her as he did. Treat her the way she wanted to be treated. All those tears she shed, they were for him. For knowing what she'd lost, but he was back he was here. She needed him, someone to keep her inline when she acted up. Teach her her lessons. Tell her where she stood, and what to do and think, Liz needed that, needed him.

--This is love. This is love.

This is my love for you.

This is my love for you.

This is my love for you.

This is my LOVE.

Say you won't go. --

She would be his again. No matter what it took. With that he closed their room door and walked slowly back down to his room. Imagining what she would feel and think when she read his letter, the pain, the fear, the hatred. Everything that he had felt towards her. Revenge was sweet, and it was his.

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Liz woke the next morning turning over to bury her head in the pillow next to her, to shut out the sound that the evil alarm clock was sending off. But there was interference. She looked down to find a piece of folded paper. She sat up in bed taking the note from the pillow and reading it silently to herself.

When Liz had woke this morning she was happy, overjoyed, the dream she had about Max had made her feel so content. Then she saw the letter and knew that all of her troubles were back again.

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Maria and Liz sat in the small diner that they had met Max and Michael at the other day. Here they were again waiting for them. They'd planned yesterday to meet up for breakfast today. The three of them had no idea what they were about to find out. Liz hadn't told anyone of the letter yet. She decided to wait till they were all there so she'd only have to say it once. Telling everyone with Max by her side made it easier as well.

Max strode into the diner about ten minutes late. Searching out the girls and then quickly going over to their table. He took a seat next to Liz with and an aggravated Maria sitting across from them.

"Where is Michael?" She asked pointedly.

"Hey don't look at me." Max replied putting his hand up in front of him in defense.

"He better get here soon, we have to discuss those paintings still." She said hottedly folding her arms in front of her. "If he thinks that he can get out of this—". Maria turned her head to the sound of the music indicating a new customer. Nope not Michael. "ARGG! Where is he!"

Ignoring Maria, Max turned to Liz. Noticing that she'd been quiet ever since he got there.

"Liz are you ok?" Max whispered to her. Rubbing his hand over her thigh, to let her know that he was here for her.

"Yeah. I'm fine." She lied. She really did want to wait until everyone had gotten there. "Michael is coming right?"

"Yeah. He said he'd be here." Max replied. He knew something was up.

"Yeah he better be!" Maria interrupted.

"He will be Maria. Give him a chance." Max said trying to calm her down.

The door opened the music played and in walked Michael, only twenty minutes late. He walked over to their table. Before he even got the chance to sit down.

"Where have you been?" Maria asked, obviously frustrated that he was late.

"Is that how you welcomed everyone, or am I just special?" He asked taking a seat next to her.

"Well everyone else wasn't twenty minutes late." She remarked, with fire in her eyes. Michael loved getting to her like this, that was the hull point of him being late.

"I have something to say." Liz announced.

Here it comes Max knew something wasn't right.

Liz got the letter from out of her back pocket and handed it to Max. "I found that on my pillow this morning." After reading the letter this morning all Liz wanted to do was cry, and scream. But she couldn't she had to stay strong.

Max read the letter over and then passed it to Maria. Who held it so that her and Michael could both read it.

Words didn't need to be spoken, the letter was to much. It spoke of killing her if she didn't come back. Starting with her friends so that she would have no one left to turn to but him. It was to much, to much for Max to comprehend. How could she get involved with someone like this, who would even think of doing this to anyone! Especially someone he claimed to love.

Max took Liz into a hug and they just sat there like that. Holding onto each other. "You're staying with me tonight." Max whispered in her ear. She just nodded her head in agreement. Liz knew that if she spoke right now, she'd start crying. That wasn't an option right now. Sean had been in her room. He could be anywhere right now watching them. She refused to give him the satisfaction of letting him see her cry, again.

TBC