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Lissa[/b]
"Max! Max, wake up." His mother was in his room shaking him awake.
"What?" He rolled over.
"Elizabeth is gone, have you seen her?" She asked worriedly.
"No, I took her home last night." He was alert now.
"She's not there, her car's gone, and it looks like her most important things are gone."
"How would you know this?" He pulled a shirt on and headed downstairs.
"Mrs. Parker just called. Her maid woke her up with the same news."
"Have you tried her cell?" He asked. He was trying not to panic.
"Yes, she's not picking up."
Max sighed. She had seemed distant and worried the night before. She had spent all day with Isabel.
"Where's Isabel?" He asked.
"In her room, trying to call her."
Max stalked past his mother and into Isabel's room.
"Where is she?" He demanded.
Isabel looked at him with a blank stare. "She's gone." She stood up and sat her cell phone down.
"What do you mean gone?"
"She left, Max. She's not coming back."
"What!" He shouted. "Isabel give me your cell."
"No, Max. You obviously don't care. Liz wanted to keep the baby." She said angrily. "You wanted to put it up for adoption, so she left."
"She can't just leave." Max dropped to the bed.
"She can and she did. She's eighteen, Max, she has every right." Isabel said sympathetically.
"But the baby."
"Will be taken care of. Liz would give her life for that baby. I guarantee, she'll be fine. She promised to call if there's any trouble." Isabel stroked his back.
"You knew?"
"She told me yesterday. I was shocked, but then I supported her. That's her baby; you can't make her give it up. It's a scary world out there not knowing where your baby's going." Isabel reasoned.
"It's my baby too." He said.
"Yes, it was your baby. Now, do you want to adopt it out, or would you want to his or her mother raise it?"
"I see your point." Secretly Max was relieved and proud of Liz. She had the courage to do what he had wanted to do. Liz would raise his son or daughter, and he knew Isabel was right, she would give her life for their baby. Now Max was upset he hadn't had the courage to do it.
"Are you going to press kidnapping charges, Max?" Diane Evans asked.
"No." He said simply and stood up to return to his room to be alone.
"Why not?"
"Because she had no choice, she's protecting our child. I won't, and because I won't you can't either." He shrugged and left the room.
Isabel smiled at her brother after he left.
"Why are you smiling, Isabel?" Diane asked.
"He did the right thing, now would you please leave me alone?"
****
"So you do interviews in the morning?" Liz asked frustrated.
"Yes, from ten to one."
"Thank you." She handed him the filled out application and left.
That was the fourth one today.
"Now, to find a clinic." She said to herself.
She found one quickly enough and hurried inside.
"Hi, I'm Liz Parker, and I was wondering if I could make an appointment?" She said timidly.
"For when, Sweetie?" The receptionist was an older lady and had surprisingly nice eyes.
"Whenever, sooner would be better." She said. "Pre-natal care." She said.
The woman's eyes flickered down to her stomach. She hadn't grown very big yet. "How far along?"
"Four months." Her hand went down to her stomach protectively.
"Just fill this out and we'll get back to you."
Liz filled out the form. She was getting tired of filling out forms.
"Our pre-natal staff is here on Wednesdays, next Wednesday we have an opening for nine in the morning." The woman looked at her screen.
"That would be wonderful." Liz said handing back the form. "Thank you."
She left the building. It was five o'clock, she'd been on her feet all day. She hadn't even looked at her apartment yet.
It had been four days since she left Roswell. She found a place on the corner that wasn't too greasy ate quickly and left.
Liz pulled up to the rundown apartment building. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst either.
She checked in and went to what was to be her home. She had driven all night and was exhausted. The apartment had come furnished so she collapsed on the bed.
There was a couple yelling next door.
It smelled of cigarette smoke.
Something was moving around in her cupboards that she had yet to clean.
This was the complete turnaround from what she had grown up with.
Where there had been pretty frilly sheets, there was now course material that was chafing her skin.
Where there had been food whenever it was needed, there were now bare cupboards.
Where there had been Max, there was no one.
No one except her, and her unborn child.
Lissa[/b]
"Max! Max, wake up." His mother was in his room shaking him awake.
"What?" He rolled over.
"Elizabeth is gone, have you seen her?" She asked worriedly.
"No, I took her home last night." He was alert now.
"She's not there, her car's gone, and it looks like her most important things are gone."
"How would you know this?" He pulled a shirt on and headed downstairs.
"Mrs. Parker just called. Her maid woke her up with the same news."
"Have you tried her cell?" He asked. He was trying not to panic.
"Yes, she's not picking up."
Max sighed. She had seemed distant and worried the night before. She had spent all day with Isabel.
"Where's Isabel?" He asked.
"In her room, trying to call her."
Max stalked past his mother and into Isabel's room.
"Where is she?" He demanded.
Isabel looked at him with a blank stare. "She's gone." She stood up and sat her cell phone down.
"What do you mean gone?"
"She left, Max. She's not coming back."
"What!" He shouted. "Isabel give me your cell."
"No, Max. You obviously don't care. Liz wanted to keep the baby." She said angrily. "You wanted to put it up for adoption, so she left."
"She can't just leave." Max dropped to the bed.
"She can and she did. She's eighteen, Max, she has every right." Isabel said sympathetically.
"But the baby."
"Will be taken care of. Liz would give her life for that baby. I guarantee, she'll be fine. She promised to call if there's any trouble." Isabel stroked his back.
"You knew?"
"She told me yesterday. I was shocked, but then I supported her. That's her baby; you can't make her give it up. It's a scary world out there not knowing where your baby's going." Isabel reasoned.
"It's my baby too." He said.
"Yes, it was your baby. Now, do you want to adopt it out, or would you want to his or her mother raise it?"
"I see your point." Secretly Max was relieved and proud of Liz. She had the courage to do what he had wanted to do. Liz would raise his son or daughter, and he knew Isabel was right, she would give her life for their baby. Now Max was upset he hadn't had the courage to do it.
"Are you going to press kidnapping charges, Max?" Diane Evans asked.
"No." He said simply and stood up to return to his room to be alone.
"Why not?"
"Because she had no choice, she's protecting our child. I won't, and because I won't you can't either." He shrugged and left the room.
Isabel smiled at her brother after he left.
"Why are you smiling, Isabel?" Diane asked.
"He did the right thing, now would you please leave me alone?"
****
"So you do interviews in the morning?" Liz asked frustrated.
"Yes, from ten to one."
"Thank you." She handed him the filled out application and left.
That was the fourth one today.
"Now, to find a clinic." She said to herself.
She found one quickly enough and hurried inside.
"Hi, I'm Liz Parker, and I was wondering if I could make an appointment?" She said timidly.
"For when, Sweetie?" The receptionist was an older lady and had surprisingly nice eyes.
"Whenever, sooner would be better." She said. "Pre-natal care." She said.
The woman's eyes flickered down to her stomach. She hadn't grown very big yet. "How far along?"
"Four months." Her hand went down to her stomach protectively.
"Just fill this out and we'll get back to you."
Liz filled out the form. She was getting tired of filling out forms.
"Our pre-natal staff is here on Wednesdays, next Wednesday we have an opening for nine in the morning." The woman looked at her screen.
"That would be wonderful." Liz said handing back the form. "Thank you."
She left the building. It was five o'clock, she'd been on her feet all day. She hadn't even looked at her apartment yet.
It had been four days since she left Roswell. She found a place on the corner that wasn't too greasy ate quickly and left.
Liz pulled up to the rundown apartment building. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst either.
She checked in and went to what was to be her home. She had driven all night and was exhausted. The apartment had come furnished so she collapsed on the bed.
There was a couple yelling next door.
It smelled of cigarette smoke.
Something was moving around in her cupboards that she had yet to clean.
This was the complete turnaround from what she had grown up with.
Where there had been pretty frilly sheets, there was now course material that was chafing her skin.
Where there had been food whenever it was needed, there were now bare cupboards.
Where there had been Max, there was no one.
No one except her, and her unborn child.