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Liza is about to find out just how far someone can go to protect their secrets.

Submitted: July 19, 2012

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Submitted: July 19, 2012



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Liza stepped off the curb and hailed a taxi. Eric followed doggedly behind, frantically reaching for her hand or a piece of clothing. "Eric, just leave me the hell alone!" she screamed as the taxi slowed to a halt. Eric lowered his hand, but quickened his pace. "You can't avoid me forever," he reasoned, opening the taxi door. Liza leaned in and slapped his hand away. "Get the fuck out of here," she hissed. Eric's face fell, and he backed away from the car. Liza slammed the door and quickly gave the driver directions. Before he could pull away, the other door opened and Eric slid into the backseat. Liza's eyes widened. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she demanded. "You're paying the bill now." Eric shrugged and said, "Liza, I'd give away a million dollars to be with you."

Liza scoffed and looked out the window. "You were perfectly happy with your million dollars yesterday," she retorted. Eric shook his head sadly. "It's not like that," he said. "I made a stupid mistake. Nothing happened. I'm only attracted to you. Please, Liza, stop avoiding me." Liza was about to open the door again, but the driver tromped the gas and she fell back on the seat. Eric pushed her into a sitting position. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'mfine,"Liza snapped. "I don't need you following me around 'protecting' me or 'working your magic,' okay? I'm a big girl. And I'm over you." She turned her body to face the window as Eric moved closer. "Liza, you know we need each other," he whispered. "I love you, and you know it. A simple phone call would have prevented this entire catastrophe, and I'm so sorry I was too inconsiderate to make that call..." His voice trailed off as a lone tear slid down his cheek.

Liza shifted her weight and turned her head slightly. "You're damn right it was inconsiderate," she seethed. "And no amount of pussy promises or apologies is ever gonna make me forget that." Eric cringed at the malice in Liza's voice. "Liza..." he whispered.

"What?" she yelled. The driver shifted his concerned eyes to the mirror but kept quiet. Eric started to cry, just a little at first. He managed to choke out a few words before the emotion took hold of him. "I love you, Liza." Tears poured down his face and he pulled his hat down to shield his face from Liza's view. Liza continued to frown, but uncrossed her arms and looked at Eric.

"You have a funny way of showing it," she murmured, her voice softer.

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