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Chapter 3

Liz POV

When he saw me look at him, he practically ran over. He sat the roses down on the bedside table and laced our fingers together.

"You're awake, are you okay?" He asked as I looked down at our hands. Holding his hands was one of my favorite things to do. It meant that he was claiming me as his and I was doing the same to him. If I'm being honest, I had completely forgot what happened. No, that's not true. I had hoped, convinced myself that it was just a bad dream. I wanted to believe he was still the perfect boyfriend and Maria my best friend. To bad, that dream theory was about to crash.

"I'm tired, really tired. Are you just getting here?" He looked down when he answered.

"Uh no, Maria and I were here earlier but her um Step-Mom wanted her at home to tell her Dad what happened. So I had to take her home. I got back as soon as I could."

"Why didn't she have her car, and why did you have to bring her?" He looked up quickly. That's truly when I started to see what was in my face for so long.

"When your Mom called we were together." He whispered.

"Why, she had a date last night. She keep going on and on about it. She's been seeing this Mystery Guy. He's got a girlfriend. All Maria says is how much of an idiot and how naive she is. I asked her once why go out with him and she said he's a good fuck and she really hates his girl. She said last night they were going to the couples place. You know like how ours is Venice Beach?" Max kept getting paler and paler. By the time I was done, he's eyes wouldn't even leave the floor. His next response completely dashed any dream theories.

"Max where were you guys?" He just looked the other way. Right at my Mom and sister. I had completely forgot about them still being there. "Max tell me, where were you guys?"

"Venice Beach." Once I heard it, I jerked my hand away.

"Get out and don't come back." I said with as much strength as I could. He tried to say something but I cut him off. "Max I do not have time to deal with you or your excuses right now. I can't even look at you. And you know what, tell Maria, hell tell her whatever you want. Just keep her as far from me as possible. Now again, leave or I'll call security." With one last look, he was gone. Mom came over and gave me a hug. My hands were trembling with anger and pain. I wouldn't cry though. I just didn't have it left in me anymore. Mom pulled away and picked up her purse.

"We better head home and let you get some sleep. Is there anything you want me to bring?"

"Yeah, I just need my pajamas, journal, and something to read." With a kiss, they were gone. The next 2 weeks went by very slowly. Max and Maria didn't show up again but Max kept sending me roses. I just had Mom give them to Mary-Ann out housekeeper. My grandparents came but didn't stay long. Only Moms parents came. Dad's died before I was born. Grandma Claudia was nice. I didn't know her very well though because they didn't approve of Dad. They did love us though. I didn't see much of Mom or Sarah when I was in there though. Mom was busy with the funeral, and I don't know what else. After about a week Mom showed up by herself. I had just thrown my journal in the trash.

"Why are you doing that? I thought you loved that journal?"

"Not anymore."

"Come on, didn't Daddy get that for you in England? You were so happy when you got it that you couldn't wait to write in it. I still say it was very good of him to even get it. It's not like he needed to fuel your dream of it any more." Ah yes, I wondered where that was going. Both of my parents hated that I liked writing and science. Dad always saw me as his little protégée, following him into acting and loving it. To bad, I hated it. I saw what it did to my family and there was no way I was going to repeat it. Mom on the other hand wanted me to be just like her, a stay-at -home mom, no chance in hell.

Don't get me wrong like I said I always wanted kids but I need to work even if it's going to be on the beach, on a lap-top, for 3-4 hours. Right before Dad left the last time we got into a big fight because I'd signed up for writing and journalism instead of drama. He left mad and 3 months later my new journal showed up.

Now I couldn't touch it. For me to write in it I'd have to think and feel and I just couldn't do that right now. I had built this little world in my hospital room were everything was safe. I really thought that when I cried the first time, that was going to be it. That I would just get better. I thought then I'd hit rock bottom and only had to go up. I kept making what I would call theories. First my dream theory, and now my hit-rock-bottom theory, which was proven to be completely and utterly wrong a week later.

Mom hadn't shown up for the last couple of days. Sarah called me 3 days before I was to be released and told me that they had just finalized Dads will. Apparently, he had everything in exact detail so it went quickly. Dad left everything to the 2 of us except the house and $50,000 a year for Mom until we reached 18. This did not set well with Mom. Sarah was about to say something else but Mom came in. When Mom showed up to get me, she had a black dress and sandals. I just gave her a weird look.

"You need to put that on for that memorial."

"What! Why are we having it today? I'm not ready, I wanted to say something."

"Look I'm sorry, I thought I had Sarah tell you. With selling the house, packing, finalizing your dad's paperwork, and planning this party for you it slipped my mind."

"What do you mean selling the house and packing?"

"I've decided we need to move back home, to Roswell. Mom offered me the Crash, they've been wanting to retire for a while, and this is the perfect time."

"So you just decided to move us without asking if we wanted to go?" What about school, and our friends, do you even care about us?"

"I did this for you. After what happened with Max and Maria I figured you'd want to be as far away as possible. Sarah's to young to even know what she wants."

"You did this for yourself and no one else. It's only been 2 weeks Mom, 2 weeks and you have us moving to another state just to get away from the memories. If you really care about us you'd know Sarah is barely hanging on. She's trying to act as strong as possible but she's slowly losing it. This will break her but we need to get away, right? Do we even have a house to move to or are you hoping to just buy a house the day we move there?" I knew this wouldn't get us anywhere but I was mad. "And why does the service have to be today, why not tomorrow?"

"First, don't ever speak to me like that again, I'm the parent. The service has to be today because we just cant have it any other time. Everyone needs to get back to their lives, we need to finish packing in 3 days, and if we kept putting it off you'll never be ready. Now go in there, change, and get out. We have to hurry or we're going to be late." 45 minutes later we were at our church. Right before we got to Sarah, I noticed 2 things. One Maria and Max were there and two the big picture Mom chose was the one Dad hated the most.

"What the hell are they doing here?" I asked Mom.

"Watch your language, you are in church. Their here because this was open to anyone wanting to pay respect to him. It's not like I could say no."

"Yes you could have, plus anyone? You meant anyone with money."

"Quit being a spoiled princess."I just stayed quiet after that. The pastor got up and asked whoever wanted to come up could to say a few words. Some actors and actress' came up and told stories about working with him. Ben told how they had become such good friends and how he'd helped him through his divorce from Amy. Then it was my turn and I had no idea what to say.

"When I was little I never understood why Dad would leave for so long. I got that he had a job but what I didn't get was why he loved it more than us. My mom used to tell me that it wasn't that the loved it more then us. It was that it was what made him happy. I was 5 at the time and that just made me more confused. When Dad got home from the movie he was making I asked why we didn't make him happy.

He just looked at me and asked why I thought that . I told him what Mom said and he just laughed. He looked at me and said that he never really left. That if I tried really hard, that when I needed him the most he'd hear me and come as fast as lighting. He said that we made him so happy that he just couldn't stay way. So even though he's not here in person, I know he's here in spirt."

I walked down to Mom. I had no clue where that came from. Hell, I didn't even believe most of it. After I got older. I found out that what he said had been from the movie he'd been working on. Apparently, I'm more like my Dad then I thought. It wasn't until I heard her voice that I came out of my thoughts.

"I'm Maria DeLuca an Liz's best friend. I've been friends with her since birth and can easily say that even if our dads weren't best friends we'd still have been close. Her boyfriend and I were out shopping for her birthday party when we got the news. We rushed to the hospital only knowing that they both were in critical condition and that a drunk driver had hit her car.

Max and I stayed until she was in ICU but left to get rest and be with our families after we found out Jeff didn't make it. The next day I get this frantic call from her. She had just woken up and was crying and trying to figure everything out. I'd never heard her like that. After 15 minutes, I could finally understand her and it shocked me what she was saying. She kept saying she'd killed him, that it was her fault."

I couldn't stand anymore so I ran out. The church was about a block or 2 from the school so I ran to the track. I knew someone followed me but I didn't look until I got there. When I turned around I was almost face-to-face with Max. Maria was behind him with a smirk on.

"What's wrong Lizzie? Didn't you like it?" I would have slapped her but Max had my arms.

"Liz what's wrong, why did you leave?"

"Come on Max, do I really have to answer that? I thought I was the idiot in this relationship."

"What are you talking about? Maria told me how you talked and worked everything out. Now you just need to get over it and move on. We'll get back together and it'll be just like before." He sounded so sure of himself. I jerked my arms free.

"You really believe that don't you? Come on Max, you fucked my best friend not once, but the whole tome we were together. There is no excuse you can say that will fix that."

"What? Come on Liz, it's not like it was that big of a deal. It's just sex, I wouldn't have needed Maria if-"

"Oh, so it's my fault, right? Because I wouldn't put out, so you went to the closest whore you could find. Good thing Maria was close or you might have had to pay, or did you? Tell me Max, was your little thing on the side really worth our relationship? Is she that good?" Max just looked away. "Sorry Maria looks like you're not as good as you said but hey you lie more then you tell the truth so why should we have believed that was true?" Maria was shooting daggers my way and I could care less. I'd been holding this in for 2 weeks and was to pissed off to care.

"So little Lizzie finally woke up and saw what was right in front of her? Took you long enough, I was leaving clues and rubbing it in your face. It was starting to get were I was sure you dyed your hair. So, what does it fell like, huh? To know that I had him first?"

"What I want to know is why, what did I ever do to you that made you hate me so much? I thought we were like sisters." I needed to know.

"You got everything and I got sick of it. Come on you're not even that pretty but people flock to you. You got the first T.V. interview, with Barbara Walters no less. You had the first acting job, the first boyfriend, and then I found out your father was the reason why Mom left. That was the last thing you were taking from me. I didn't know until 2 years ago. I just happened to be looking for something in the attic when I came across some boxes with Mom's name on them.

Thinking it was clothes and stuff I opened it, only to find love letters between your Dad and my Mom. Apparently, it started when we were about 8 and lasted until Dad found out and Mom left. When I found them, I went straight to Dad. He said that he made Mom go, that he wouldn't be married to a common whore.

When I asked why he was still friends with Jeff, he said that Jeff was just a guy and that Mom tricked him into it. Dad went to your Mom but she already knew it was going on. Dad said that Jeff was always sleeping around, that even though he was married he lived a bachelors live." I slapped her before she could say anything else. I slapped her so hard that her face turned.

"God is all that comes out of your mouth lies? You've run out so now you bring my dead father into it. You can't blame me for all your trouble. I didn't turn you into what you are; you did that on your own. You know I feel sorry for you. See I know that I'm not happy now, far from it but in

10 years all this will be behind me and I'll know no matter what that I'll be happy. However, you, you'll still be a bitch. You'll be on your 3rd or 4th marriage, have 3 brats and 2 step-kids, be as huge as a bus, and the unhappiest person on earth."

"Really, you'll be happy? How can you be happy when you know you're the reason your father's dead. Every time your kids ask why Grandpa's not there you'll have to tell them that you killed him. I maybe a bitch but at least I'm not a killer." Before I even thought. I punched her. I felt her nose break, the nose her father just bought. I felt better. I turned around and walked off. I remembered 2 blocks later that Mom had given me my cell phone back so I called a cab. I was home 30 minutes later. The second I walked in Mom was on me.

"What the hell was that? The only reason for it was for you and you just get up and run out. Not only did you embarrass yourself but us and your fathers memory."

"Don't even talk to me about his memory. You're the one who picked the photo and colors that he hated. Anyway, I can't deal with this right now. I have to pack, remember?" With that, I went to my room. I noticed Sarah's door open but she wasn't in her room. I walked into my room and leaned on the door after I closed it. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I opened them, I looked around and snapped.

I started grabbing anything and everything I could and would break it. First a picture of Max, Maria, and Me at a party. I threw it against the wall. Next was a dress Dad got me in Paris. After a few minutes, it was a blur of tears, pain, and anger. Anger at what my so-called friends did, at my Moms behavior, at my Dad for leaving, but mostly myself, for being exactly what Maria said. I was a killer.

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