No mats reviews sinds the last chap. Thank God Me-Loves-Orli is still here, luvzz ye! Yer the best!

Disclaim: I don't own anything of OUATIM, I just borrow stuff. Only Lizz and the fluff-dog ar mine.

She want's to go home, and nobody's home
that's where she lies, broken inside
with no place to go, no lace to go to dry her eyes
Broken inside

Chapter 7) Nobody's home.

So there he sat ,The Big Bad CIA agent Sands, in the shadow, god knows where, with his only company a little girl. And a DOG, don't forget the fucking dog. For some strange reason the girly had packed the dog in her bag, AND even packed a bag. Sands had no idea why. And asking was out of the question , because he just didn't give a damm.

He sighed. It was just to quite here. No cars, no little kids running around, no shooting men ,even the bird where quit. Just four day's ago this would be heaven. But now he was blind, it was horrible. He wanted to know what the girl was doing, were they were, if the car was still smoking. Hell he even wanted to know how HE looked liked.

So finally after several minutes in silent he asked the girl a question. "Hey, girl, what did those 'gangsters' whant frome you anyway?"

The girl was shocked fore a moment. For a couple of second she was quiet. "I gess I can tell you now."

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Lizz looked at the ground. She didn't know how to begin her story. Exactly she didn't what to tell her story. She looked at Sands, how looked interested to her direction. CRAPE, no she hade to tell it.

She stroke her hair out of her face and started to tell.

"I was born in New York, lived in a nice family. My dad was a Mexican and my mom was a real New Yorker. Everything went well, 'till my mom started to drink. A LOT. On day , I think I was about five, I found a note on the dinner table. It was from my dad, he left us… me, with my mom, how started to drink, more and more."

"My world was started to fall a part, I didn't get mats attention from my mom, and if she did mostly she was so drunk she couldn't even walk straight. But on day , I was about thirteen, she luckily found some guy, how could handle her and finally my life started to get better."

"To bad, I thought wrong again. After a willed my new stepfather started to like me, a little to mats. I told my mom but she didn't believe me, or didn't want to believe me. She called me a dirty little slut and kicked me out of the house."

"That first night on the street. I had no place to go, I was so fucking lost, I was sure I would kill myself .I had some money left from my work as a waiters, so I could buy some pills. I even bought the fucking pills. But then something hit me in the face. I wouldn't let that bastard win! No way! I was ganna get some revenge."

"I'm very good with computer you know. I mean really good! I already deleted some files from my school, and hacked a polices station for four days. So I hacked my stepfathers computer, broke in his bank accounted an stole some money. And after that I got on the first bus to Mexico, the land of the thief's."

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Sands listed quietly to the girl her story. Disturbed, he question himself why this story didn't surprised him. Somehow it made some kind of sends. He already know that the girl was total nuts. I mean she HELPED ME!ME! So being a computer hacker, owh why not?

"So how many money did you stole?" Sands asked.

The girl swallowed. " Thirteen point eight million dollar"

Sands mouth dropped open. No wonder her step dad send 'gangsters' after her. She stole a fucking fortune! Off coures the girl had all right to steel it, but still, 13.8 million dollar was a LOT OF MONEY!

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Lizz looked nervous at the CIA cop, how was total silent now. Who shit, why did she tell him this? She hadn't told this to any one else, so why him! Why, OF AL THE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD, did she tell HIM! He would probably force her to give him the money, or take her back to here stepfather hoping for a BIG reword, or kill her! WHO NOW SHE WAS IN TROUBLE!

But then she looked at him again, and he looked different. His face was wet from sweat, on his left cheek was a cut but somehow he looked not so tense anymore. She smile an saw her reflection in his sunglasses. Strange she looked different two. She wasn't that scared little girl anymore, she was changes.

"Woh". Sands finally said, still in shock. "That's a lot of money sugerbutts."

"I know." Lizz answered. "That bastard picked the wrong girl to mess with." Here voice was calm but bittert on the same time. HE REALLY DID, she thought.

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Sands grinned. This girl WAS different then the rest of the howl feminalgeneration. She helped him instead of leave him, like about everyone in his miserable little life. And she didn't asked anything back. That was weird. Why would you help some one, if you didn't need to? He couldn't remember doing that kind of thing for nothing. IF he helped some one it was because HE needed to. To get information, to get even or fore money offcourse.

But the girl, that little girly girl, didn't needed money, or information. So why did she helped him? He really didn't get it.

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Finally the sun when'd down and so did the temperature. Soon it begun to get very cold. Shivering Lizz walked along a sandy road, holding Sands wrist. She looked over her shoulder at him. His face didn't gave away anything but the way he walked said enough. His movement was tense and walking was very hard fore him.

Men, that guy is so stubborn, but somehow she admired him. You must be a strong person to stay walking when your body is tearing apart, just to keep your proud.

After a half mile she almost had to drag with her. She didn't know Sands to well ,but she DID KNOW he would walk to hell before he would admit he wanted a break. She rolled with her eyes, stupid men!

"Let's take a break now okay?" She asked very sweet, hoping Sands wouldn't be his stubborn self.

"What ever." Was his thankfull answer. They both sad down on the Mexican sand.

"So, how long do we stay here?" Sands asked.

"Dunnow" Lizz answerd.

"You, DON'T KNOW! What does that mean!" Sands yelled.

"That I DON'T KNOW how long we stay here! I'm just sixteen years alright! I'm JUST a little girl! I'M NO SMART,GROWN-UP WOMEN WHO KNOW EVERYTHING! So DON'T act like I AM!" Lizz yelled back, very annoyed.

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Sands didn't expected that kind of answer. "BITCH!" He shouted back.

"NICE, do you feel better now you sad that!" Lizz asked sarcastically. "Calling a little girl a bitch, Whoo, good for you!"

"You know for suds a little girl, you have a really snappy mouth!" A bullet throw her little head started to sound very nice at the moment, Sands thought

"Well, with a alcoholic mother, a run-away dad and nasty step dad you really have to!" The girl said back. After that Sands didn't know what to say back and stared to ignore her.

Stupid girl. She talked like she is the only kid on the planed with a bad youth. With her 'run-away dad'. Like THAT was so bad. No, having a DAD, that was bad. Thank good he had thank care of that part of his life a long time ago. Thank god he had-

"So how do you think I look like?" The girl asked suddenly, probably because she was bored.

Sands immediately watched his step. He decided to react the way he always did. Dominant and sarcastic. "What kind of fucking question is THAT! I'm blind, REMEMBER! I CAN'T SEE ANYMORE!"

"Alright, relax men, I just aske." She hushed. "And being blind, doesn't mean, you don't have fantasy. C'mon, how do I look!" She asked on a very childish voice.

WAS this kid insane! Or DID she had a DEADWISH! Didn't she GET she was on thin ice? HE WAS FUCKING DANGEROUSE! So why did she ask those annoying questions, she no he didn't COULD answer! Is she wouldn't be the only way out of this desert, she would be laying dead on the ground with a bullet throw her head!

Sands felt in his pocket, he still had a gun… He could kill her. What had he left to life for? No family. No kids, thank god. No girlfriend. No not even a job. Slowly he took his gun out of his pocket.

"LOOK A TRUCK!" The girl screamed. Immediately Sands putted his gun back. He could hear the sounds of a very old truck, with probably a problematic engine.

"THANK GOD! WHERE SAVED!" The girl scream cheerful.

Sands head jerked up. "Don't scream like you're insane! Go hitch-hiking!"

He heard the girl curs softly. But thankfully listed to him and walked to the road.

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"Ingratamente a pedazos come!" Lizz cursed. It would be nice is that guy said something nice or positive. But NOOO, that was to mats to asked! And a little bit of trust in her would be nice to! Lizz stood on the middle of the road. No way she was letting here only chance of surviving pass!

Briefly she look over here shoulder at Sands, how was getting paler by the minute.

How valuably could some one's proud be? The first time she looked at him she was scared. But now, the way he looked she felt so mats sorry fore him. He played a great character, being mister-deadly-killing-and-sarcastic. The way he talked about his blindness. Like he didn't give a damm. He was a great layer, so good she almost believe him. But throw al his sarcasm, there was pain. She wasn't stupid, she could heard is some one was laying. She had lied pretty mats her whole life herself.

The truck stopped in front of her. Lizz was sure the guy would drive over her. Who would stop for them? Sands looked like a serial killer with a toothache and she, well she looked like crap herself.

"Quiere usted a una chica del paseo?" The driver asked, with a friendly I'm-smoking-since-I-was-twelve-voice.

He looked like a nice guy. He was around fifth, had a little bit of overweight and hade black-grey hare.

"Si,SI!" Lizz answered quickly, afraid the guy would drive away if she didn't said something.

"Quién es eso?" The driver asked, frowning when he looked at Sands.

"Eso es mi novio." Immediately she regret what she said. Like anyone would believe that a little girl like herself had a boyfriend from that age. Like she would pick him!

But the drive seems to buy it. He looked a little bit confused dough, but nodded. "Ahora, delantero pero, el salto pero en la espalda".

Lizz smile. Thank god, this meant they didn't have to die in the dessert. "Hace donde usted va?" She asked to be sure.

"A mi hogar, si usted quiere que usted pueda permanecer ther hasta mañana". The driver pointed to north.

"Sí, por favor, si usted no tener inconveniente en!" Lizz smiled even more. Maybe thing would turn right this time. Ones again she thanked the driver and hurry back to Sands.

"I fixed us a rid." She screamed, still very happy and proud of herself. The agent looked at her. "I'm BLIND remember! NOT DEAF! Stubit lill…" Carefully he tryd to get op.

"You're alright?" Lizz asked watching him very closly.

Sands was standing. "YEAH, I'm great. Just take me to that frinking truck!"

Lizz expected a reaction like this and didn't even bother to answer, that would be meaningless. And she was scared that IF the driver would see Sands screaming like a madmen, treating to kill her or something, the man would drive away. What was very logical. She would do exactly the same.

Quickly she graphed Sands wrist and pulled him to the backsides of the car. She almost had to drag him inside and she discovered he wasn't so light as she hoped.

Lizz noticed it was a sheep truck. Threehunderd lazy looking eyes stared at her. Luckily I'm not allergic for wool, she thought.

"FUCKING BASTARD!" Screamed Sands next to her. "Ther is some one with us in the truck!" Sands was pointing his gun at a supid looking sheep before him. Lizz grinned. "Relax, it's just a sheep."

"A WHAT!"

"A SHEEP! You know? White animal, fluffy and cuddly?" Lizz answered.

Sands putted his gun back in his pocked. "Yes I KNOW what a sheep is. I'm not stubit you know? I was just surprised that you found suds a lousy rid! A fucking sheeptruck, C'mon couldn't you find something with more class? I'm a CIA agent remember?"

Ones again sounded killing him so good. To bad Lizz had a conscience. But even a conscience wasn't enough to shut her mouth. "You're right, Sands, I better had waited for a garbage vehicle or so. That's more your class. Now shut up and sit down!"

Sands didn't move a ins. " Don't tell me what I should do. Do that again and I'll shout you!" Lizz just stared at him and sat down. The truck started driving and Sands lost his balance and fell on a sheep.

Lizz started to laugh and Sands tried to get up. When he finally succeeded he looked in her direction. "That's not the way to treed you're boyfriend you know!" Lizz mouth dropped and her cheeks started to get red. Sands grinned mean. "C'mon don't be embarrassed, it's not so strange that you can't resist me. Not many girls can."

Lizz cursed herself fore being so stupid to forget Sands could understand Spanish. "Don't fancy yourself so mats mister. If I didn't said that you would still be sitting in the middle of nowhere, freezing your head of."

Sands gave her a sharp look. "And who says where not going to the middle of nowhere? Are you really so naïve to trust the first Mexican driver you see!"

Lizz started to shiver and looked out of the truck window. Shit, WAS the driver really suds a nice guy?"

Yes a terrible ending and a terrible chap. I know but don't hate me I tried the best I could. English is just so mats harden then I thought. But anyway if you two think it that bad, please revieuw an TRY to tell it in a nice way.

And if you think it's any good you can tell me two.

Quiere usted a una chica del paseo: Whould you like a rid little girl?

Quién es eso: And who is that?

eso es mi novio: That's my boyfriend

Ahora, delantero pero, el salto pero en la espalda: Well, alright. Jump in the truck than.

Hace donde usted va: Wher ar you going?

A mi hogar, si usted quiere que usted pueda permanecer ther hasta mañana".Home, if you like you can stay 'till tomorrow.

Sí, por favor, si usted no tener inconveniente en: Yes, i love to, if you don't mind.

A want to thanks Avril Lavine for writhing the song: Nobody's Home. I was listening it when I was writhing Lizz her life story. I wanted to putt pieces of the song somewhere in this chap but I didn't really fit.