Part 2

(Liz’s POV)

Confusion.

I’m surrounded by confusion, as well as darkness, at all sides. My senses are numb, I can’t think, smell, or feel. My mind is fried, overloaded with the cruel facts of reality.

Tears could fall from my face and I wouldn’t be able to feel it. I wouldn’t be able to feel the wetness of my teardrops, or the salty taste of it when I stick out my tongue.

I’ve been nothing but faithful and loyal to him. What did I do to deserve this?

Was I not a good wife in Future Max’s future? Did I not satisfy his needs? Was our love not enough? Did he fall in love with someone else? Who?

Everything that I’ve worked hard for is gone. Gone, just like that. Gone like the wind. Gone because of some jackass call Max Evans who didn’t give a damn when I told him that Alex was murdered.

Jackass Max Evans who couldn’t control his lower body part. Maybe I should cut it off for him. Yes, I would have great pleasure doing that.

Bad Liz, I shouldn’t be thinking about that. Bad Liz. Then I’ll feed it to the dogs, his brothers. Opps, there I go again. Bad Liz.

Scolding myself isn’t going to help me, but maybe kicking Max in the balls might. An evil smile grows on my face, I can tell. I almost want to take back all those bad thoughts, almost.

The hell with friendship, I’ll show him what our friendship meant to me when I hunt him down and burn him at the stake.

Wait. On a better note, where am I? All I see is black, and there is no light whatsoever here. The last thing I remember is falling.

Falling after putting Max in place. What a way to go. Maybe I should do that more often. Uh oh, there I go again. Bad Liz.

A light suddenly shone through the darkness, piercing it like a needle. I stepped back in surprise; well, I think I did.

“Who’s there?” I yell out, testing out my vocal chords.

Ah, it’s still there. Good, now I can really do some verbal bashing.

“Child, do you not remember me?”

It was a woman with jet-black hair and brown sparkling eyes. She was in her mid 20’s, I could tell.

I shake my head and said no.

“You will in time,” the woman smiled kindly.

“What am I doing here?” I ask. I hate talking in riddles; it’s so annoying.

“Who are you?” she returned.

What kind of question is that? I wanted to scream and yell at her some more but decided to play her little game and see where it’ll lead me to.

“Liz Parker at your service,” I say sarcastically. Maria must be rubbing off of me. I spend too much time with her.

“Are you sure?”

She baffles me.

“Of course I’m sure. Who else would I be?”

“Did you know that you are adopted?” she asks me.

What. My mouth drops open. What. Time stood still. What.

Seeing that I couldn’t say anything, she hurried on. “You’re originally from Washington, D.C. The Parkers’ are not your real parents.”

“How do you know?”

She smiled again. “I just do.”

“Anything else you want to tell me?” Bite me. Tell me you’re bluffing. Lying between your teeth. Say it.

“We’ll be waiting for you when you get there.”

“Get where? I’m not going anywhere!”

“Trust me, you will. Your adoption certificate is hidden in your parent’s room. Get it, and you’ll get answers.”

The woman began to fade.

“Wait! Who are you?” I ask again. I need a straight answer, not a curve one!

She didn’t answer me. As soon as her whole being disappeared, the lights went out and I was stuck in the dark again.

My arm began shaking and I look down at it. I can’t see it but some of my sense had come alive a while ago and I can feel it moving rapidly.

Warmth spread from my left arm to my chest and proceed to warm up my whole body. The warmth soon became heat and that turned into scorching pain.

I opened my mouth to scream and that was when I woke up. I woke up and was staring right into Max’s face. My first reaction was to slap him and so I did.

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