When Maria woke up she looked at the clock, it read 10:30 AM. Usually Michael woke her up when he was getting ready for work loudly, why hadn't he today. She knew that it was impossible for him to be that quite.
"Michael?" She sat up and noticed that all of Michael's draws were opened. She got out of the bed and walked over to them…they were also empty. She went into the bathroom; all his stuff in there was gone too. "Michael!" She said louder going into the living room even his Metallica CD's were missing.
Starting to panic a little Maria grabbed the phone and dialed Liz and Max's number.
Three rings later Max answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Max, is Michael over there?" Maria said sounding desperate.
"No, why?"
"Have you talked to him at all?" Maria asked completely ignoring the question.
"Not since yesterday morning." Max replied.
"Oh my god!" Maria started to hyperventilate before she dropped the phone
"Maria, what's wrong, what happened? Maria!" She could hear Max calling to her but was frozen in her tracks.
It had finally hit her, Michael had left…left her…and left the baby he didn't know he had. She finally collapsed to the floor sobbing. She hadn't cried this hard since she thought Michael was seeing someone else, some woman named Juanita who turned out to be a dance teacher.
When she finally stopped crying she starting thinking but, she couldn't wrap her finger around why Michael took off. Was it because he feared for her safety, or because he wanted out? Was it an alien or human thing?
In the end she just gave up and went to her mom's. If there was one thing her mother knew it was being walked out on with a kid.
Maria sat in her car for a few minutes before finally getting out. She was nervous for some reason; maybe it was because she knew her mother thought a great deal of Michael. He had been there for them both when Alex died…he'd taken care of them. Not sure if she should just walk in or not Maria rang the door bell. While waiting for her mom to come to the door tears started filling her eyes again. A few seconds later the door was being opened and Maria looked up at her mother's young face.
"Maria, sweetheart what's wrong?" She asked concerned.
Maria cried openly and reached out to hug her mom.
She took her in her arms and stroked her back. "It's okay, everything's gonna be alright." She reassured her.
"So what are you gonna do now?" Her mom asked her after Maria told her story.
"I don't know what I should do. What if I never see him again? This baby will be the only thing I have left of him. But them again I'm risking there be too much of Michael in her."
"What do you mean sweetie?"
"She'll be part alien. Blowing stuff up or messing with people's minds. She'll be on the run her whole life or being worried that someone is out there to get her. To live in fear like Michael does everyday." This was the seventh time she had broken down since being at her mothers. "What do I do mom?" She asked between sobs and sniffles.
"I can't make that decision for you Maria. Only you know what to do."
"Well, I can tell you three's no way I can afford a baby with my waitressing job."
"What about your music?" Her mom said giving situations.
"What about it?"
"Didn't you say there were a lot of people interested in signing you to labels?"
"Yeah, I guess." She had forgotten all about telling her mom that.
"Maria, this could be the chance you've been waiting for. No attachments and a baby who needs you. And if it doesn't work out then you can always come here."
Maria was trying to think of all the different people who had given her their cards. One in particular stuck out. Ray Robinson, he worked with rising stars that preformed as opening bands to larger musicians, and he was really flexible. His tours didn't last more then a few weeks at a time.
Maybe her mom was right. Maybe now was the time to start up again. Time to shine.