Snapshot · (Roswell Fanfiction) · √

13. Betrayed

The street outside the Crash
Three weeks before the arrival of Brad Young to Roswell
(2007) Max is 22, Liz is 21

"Let's go to my place," the girl purred into his ear.

He sighed. The night had started out great, but the more alcohol this girl had gotten into her system, the more annoying she had become. All of the things that he would normally be able to ignore had been magnified and were screaming in his face. With alcohol breath.

When her hand wandered down over the zipper of his pants to cup him, he took a step back and placed two firm hands on her shoulders.

"Okay, I think it's time to get you home."

"That's what I've been saying," she slurred. She tried to lean into him again, but his arms held her at a good arm-length.

She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes and a pout grew on her glossed lips. "Come on, Max. I wanna fuck."

Max sighed. God knew that's where he had wanted the night to end. He really had some frustrations he needed to get out. He had been spending way too much time at Michael's place, which had ended up with way too many glimpses of Liz's slim legs and firm ass in small clothes.

And Jennie, with her chocolate brown eyes and mahogany hair, had seemed like the perfect choice to work some things out with.

Until she had poured a couple too many tequilas down her throat.

"Jennie, you're drunk," he said calmly.

He might be horny as hell, but having sex with a drunk girl wasn't his way of going about things. He had to be drunk himself to do that and he wasn't anywhere close to that point.

"I'm getting you a cab and you're going home."

"But I thought we were gonna fuck. I'm horny."

Max stared at her, his body itching to just turn and walk away. She was starting to wear down on his patience.

"I'm calling you a cab," he stated, picking up his cell phone from his back pocket.

"Come on, baby," Jennie cooed, snaking her arms around his waist, her tongue licking his throat.

He turned to face her, to tell her to fuck off, when something caught the corner of his eye. His heart starting beating faster and he quickly told the address on the phone, before pulling out of Jennie's arms and walking towards the hunched figure.

He recognized her hair, her frame and the sound of her tears.

He faintly heard Jennie yelling at him as he quickly walked up to the figure.

"Kitten?"

She looked up from where her face had been buried in her arms and her red eyes made contact with his.

When she recognized him, her sobs turned more violent.

His heart clenched and he sank down on his knees next to her. Threading his fingers through her hair, he gently pulled her against him. She resisted him slightly at first, but quickly gave up and sank into his arms.

"What's wrong?" he whispered, kissing the top of her head.

She was bunching up his shirt in her fists as fear was quickly creeping into his heart. What had happened? He had never seen her cry like this. All frightening possibilities were striking him almost at once. Was she injured? Had someone hit her? Had someone...raped her?

His eyes closed at this and his arms tightened around her.

"Max..."

Max's body shuddered with a shiver of anger as the voice of his earlier companionship broke through their cocoon. The anger returned full force as Liz pulled away from him, her sobs stopping abruptly and awkwardly as she looked up at the brunette woman.