I'm on a roll people! I just can't stop writing. To bad I had to work
today. God damn bastard kept me there till 8 P.M! Thank GOD I had a nice view, Johnny Depp! ( Okay it was a poster, but so what!)

Disclaimer: I HATE this part, I don't wanna say it. ( but I have to) But…IT'S NOT FAIR! Okay here it goes: I don't own anything in OUATIM, not even a rock! But I DO own Lizz and Kilerbee, so keep your claws off of them! And I DO own 3 Johnny Depp Posters, so maybe I own him a little, don't you think?

Chapter 5) Key's don't fit.

"And she bangs, she bangs
Oh baby
When she moves, she moves
I go crazy"

The song drilled through the bathroom. Hot water touched her skin.

" 'CAUSE SHE LOOKS LIKE A FLOWER BUT STINGSLIKE A BEE, LIKE EVERY GIRL IN HISTORY!SHE BANGS,SHE BANGS!"Lizz screamed, pretending she was a pop star. She stared to dance under the spray of water. Thank god she had found another radio, it wasn't a good one, but so what! Music is the best thing in the whole world! Taking a shower was second best. And a combination of the two was absolutely wonderful!

"Talk to me
Tell me the news
You wear me out like a pair of shoes
We'll dance until the band goes home!"

She stepped out of the bath and stared to comb her hair, still singing with the music. Lizz picked up a soap bottle, holding it like a microphone, and continue singing. She closed her eyes and saw an audience clapping for
her! She must be really good!

Woah...waaaaait a minute! It didn't sound like a audience, not even like a
group of people. It sounded like one person, and Lizz knew who that person was. She open her eyes and saw Sands, stand against the bathroom door, clapping and smirking evil. Lizz felt here cheeks getting red and screamed, forgetting for the moment that he couldn't see her.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!" She quickly wrapped a towel around her body. Sands raised his eyebrows.

"Well, enjoying the show, off course." He smile again.

"GET,OUT! GET OUT, YOU SICK LITTLE MAN!" Lizz pushed him out of the
door and locket it quickly. "PERVERT!" She shouted through the door. The only answer was loud laugh.

She stared to get dressed. It had been three day since she had found Sands, but each morning she jumped when she saw him sleeping on the couch. ( Yes, the couch, she had kicked him out of her bed!) It had been a long time since she had had a roommate (if you could call him that) or even another person staying with her. She liked it that way, just her and Killerbee.

When she got dressed she unlocked the door and walked into the living room, were Sands was sitting on the couch with a big fat grin on his face. He turned his head in her direction and grinned even more.

"So finally you killed the cat, that poor animal...must have been in a great deal of pain. Why else would it be screaming like that!" Lizz didn't want to give him another chance to insult her, so she just gave him the finger.

"Well, fuck you too, luv." He said.

Her eyebrows rose in surprise. "How did you…?"

"Your so god damn predictable sweetheart, and I heard your stupid bracelet,
making a tinkling sound, very annoying." He said sarcastically. The first
thing Lizz wanted to do was killing him, but she doubted that even that wouldn't shut him up! He was like a cockroach, he would never die...and he would never stop talking.

No more than two days ago she was sure he wouldn't make it. He had been lying in bed not moving after the day she fed him. But she was wrong and
today he was moving around a bit, ordering her around, and shouting at
her.

"MY bracelet isn't stupid OR annoying! My dad gave it to me when I was
four!" Tears started to welled up in her eyes.

"Whatever, niña." He waved her away. "Now, go get me a tequila and lime." Her hands started to shake, this time he had gone to far!

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Before he know it the brat had smacked him on the back of his head. "YOU BIG JERK! How dare you order me around! This is my house, this are MY stuff! I wish I had let you die leaning against that freaking wall! JESUS, why do you have to be in control all the time?" He could hear her crying. She ran to the door unlocked it and, BAM, the door was slammed shut. She was gone. Man, he had fucked up this time…

Flashback.

A crystal vase feel on the ground, a small table broke. And yet he just kept
kicking and punching. Another vase fell, a chair leg broke, and the TV was
smashed into pieces.

"Baby, please, let's talk about it." But Sands didn't
hear Ajedrez, his rage was to big. He stared to rip the curtains into tiny pieces.

"Please, Sheldon, it was just a drink. He's just a colleague
we didn't…" Ajedrez couldn't finish. Sands hit her in the face and pushed
her to the ground.

"Don't you EVER, ever call me that again you fucking bitch!"
Ajedrez looked at him with tears in her eyes and her cheeks an angry red.

"You hit me…"She said, like she didn't believe it, like she didn't want to believe it. She looked at the ground and picked up a photo. The photo from there first date.

"Why do you have to be in control all the time!" Now she was crying.
The anger flew away. He wanted to say he was sorry, that he loved her more
than anything in the world, that he was sorry, that he would make it better,
that he was sorry! But he couldn't say it. A dark voice told him to shut up and leave the damn bitch.. Slowly he picked up his leather coat and walked out. This was the last time his keys would fit.

End flashback.

Sands turned on the TV. He didn't want to think about what a fuckmook he was. Hitting a women, his girlfriend, that was pathetic, sick no sicker than
sick. He had hit the only women he had lov…

No loving wasn't the right word. He was incapable of loving or being loved. Nobody had ever loved him, not even his mom, that bitch had left him with his dad, his dad! She must have hated him a lot to have made him live with that guy. And if your mom doesn't love you…

Shut up Sands, don't go back there. That chapter is closed. Go watch TV…Hear TV, shut up and wait till the girl comes back, she will make you dinner if you ask nice, and then you can go to sleep. He kicked his shoes off and tried to listen to the Spanish TV.

Yes I'm sorry this so sort but I wanted to end this chapter here, cause the
next one will be all action and shooting ( I hope, not sure, maybe…) I
really like to think like Sands, all nasty and mean. And I like to write
the dream-things and flashbacks. There will be more of that, I promise.

Luvzzz Sue-AnneSparrow.

No Spanish this time! Sorry.

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