Liz Whats Wrong With You?

Why?

I looked dead into his eyes. How could this be? My body shuddered as his dark, dangerous eyes met mine.

"No." I screamed, "not again. You can't please." I begged him but I knew it wouldn't work. It didn't work eight years ago and wouldn't work tonight. What are the odds of this guys ever seeing me again after that horrible night? Why on earth was god allowing him to EVER be near me again? He lived in Miami. I thought to myself when did he get out of jail? Why was he here? In New Jersey?

He smirked when he recognized me and began walking across the street. I broke into a run, trying to get back to the club doors. To get to Andy and his safe, loving arms. I needed my brother more then ever. Where was he at? I was almost to the door when I was pulled back by my hair against him. I let out a scream as he tightened his grip on my hair pulling harder.  

"So. Liz we meet again?" He breathed down my neck causing goosebumps to rise on my bare shoulders. Crap. I should have worn a t-shirt and jeans, not a knee high, strapless black dress but that wasn't important right now.

"Why?" I cried out, feeling tears roll down my cheeks, taking with them my black makeup and the painful memory of that horrid, scarring past.  

I screamed louder as he slammed me face first into the brick wall of the ally we were in. I reached up touching my nose, and lip. I was bleeding. He turned me around to face him. His eyes daring me to move. I felt his hands grab my waist and before he could move closer I kneed him in between the legs. He groaned and fell to his knees on the dirty pavement. Looking at me in surprise. Or was that anger?   He started to get to his feet and I turned, hearing the club doors open, letting out the music and bass before closing again to mask the noise a little.  

"Liz what the heck is going o-......." Andy's jaw dropped. "What do you think your doing ray? Haven't you caused enough pain and suffering to her? I thought dad said if he ever saw you around Liz he'd kill you in cold blood, jail time or not." 

My attacker laughed. A haunting laughed that sent shivers down my back. How could I forget a face or laugh like that. I began to shake violently. I glared at him. I threw a punch, landing it right in his gut. He bent over, grabbing his stomach and I threw another at his face. And another and another and another. Andy grabbed me by my arm, pulling me off.  

"Stop it okay? We need to go before I have to beat him to death. I'm already angry that after eight years he had the audacity to try and do it again and frankly I can believe you even ran into this guy." Andy pleaded.

  I felt blood drying as I turned, shaking Andy's grip from my arm and kicking the heap on the ground one last time. I kicked my shoes off just as the boys, looking confused and worried, walked out of the club asking Andy what had happened. I began running to the bus. Crying, bleeding, panting. I couldn't take it anymore. I hadn't done what was in my mind in years but tonight I would. Death to follow or not. I would.