Curiosity killed the [cat] (Ty--Closed)

[Liz]

Life had been nothing but turmoil in past months, but lately things had quieted down. No one caused any trouble and nothing was out of place. Time was spent together and never usually apart. Trail rides would consist of the couple talking and spending time with each other. Usually reminiscing on the old days and apologizing to each other. They had done so so many times before, but the couple could not resist the urge for feel sorry for the other. Lately though, they were always in agreement and life was good. They both were meant for each other and their love sky rocketed out of this universe. Love was such a funny thing and drove people to do even crazier things. Some of those things weren't very positive on others either...


Love...it all started with that one special trail ride. The trail ride where Logan and Liz met. They hadn't known each other at all, acquaintances quite realistically, but after that day and with many more to come, they found what love really was. After that trail ride, they talked, had a few dates and that started history, or so they thought. Now life wasn't that simple and it wasn't always going to be that simple. Another, mysterious guy came into the picture, that is, after Liz had saved him from almost certain death. In his mind, she didn't save him, only kept him from fate, but as she lived the months to come, she was just as happy with saving him. This mysterious macho man was named, Tyler and at times he really got Liz going.

Sparks ignited between them in the hospital and unfortunately went no further. It, quite honestly, wasn't meant to be between them, but Liz, for the longest time, wanted it to be just that easy. It wasn't going to be because, by that time, she had been dating Logan. It was complicated and had very ominous ending, but the happy ending prevailed eventually. She lived and so did Logan, their relationship renewed to what it had been. And now, life...well, life was perfect.


Now, Liz was one who liked to have a drink now and then and tonight was just the night to have one. Everything had been good between Logan and Liz, but she just wanted to have a little bit of a loose night. She was going to control herself though. Resisting the urge to not dance with any guys would be hard, but she would do it. Somehow, mind over matter would prevail and she would win, Logan wouldn't be harmed emotionally and everything would be okay, at least...that's what she could keep telling herself.

Returning home from riding, she showered, dried her hair and then styled it up with some curls and a partial up-do. Along with this, she slipped on a somewhat revealing top and some pretty tight, but very flattering pair of blue jeans. To make the outfit work, she slipped on a lacey pair of high heels and then grabbed her keys. She looked amazing, to say the least. Soon, she was off to the dance club and ready to get a few drinks.

Walking in confidently, she showed and ID and got in. Sitting down at a stool she called the waiter over and ordered two drinks. This was a start for now and she would try not to go much more than this. She didn't want to get wasted, that was the last thing she wanted to do. Either way, she just wanted to relax a bit tonight. Little did she know what was in store...

OOC::Not that great, but w/e.

[Tyler Haze]

The night had descended on Pinewood, covering the town in it's darkness. The lights in windows extinguished one by one until complete darkness had taken over. Not a soul stirred outside of the walls and the safety of their homes. The only being who seemed to revel in the darkness was a young man... one that Pinewood knew all to well. Tyler Haze. But this wasn't the Tyler everyone was used to, this was a young man who was hurting and not bothering to try to hide it. He was broken, every last piece of his heart had shattered away into tiny shards that only one person could ever put back together... and she hated him now. That was the reason for his distress. He had lost so much in this life... but she had given him back so much more. Now though... now she had taken off the promise ring, she had refused to accept his apologies, she had kissed another man, she was done with him... and as she left she took with her everything that had saved his life everyday for the past while.


He was drowning and nothing could save him now... he was too far gone. Perhaps to the outside observer they would think this breakup with his girlfriend was a silly thing to get that upset over... but that wasn't the whole story. Oh no, Tyler's life was a horrible trail of pain that any lesser man would have crumbled under a long time ago. There was so much wrong with his story... and every time he found something that was right... every time he found a reason to get back up and keep going... every time he found the strength and will to change... he ruined it. He was convinced that everything that happened to him was his fault, and this... this only cemented that idea in his mine.


He was the unwanted child, the one that hadn't been intended. He was a good kid and never did anything that would earn him his parent's hate, but still it was directed towards him. He couldn't count the times he'd run away just to end up in the same place where his older brother was always waiting for him to give him the courage to go back to wait out the storm... all his life up until the time that he was 17 when he got drunk and ended up with a flat tire and no spare. He couldn't call his parents... they would never come and they'd probably kill him if they found out he was drunk. All of his friends were just as drunk as he was and probably passed out somewhere, and that left only his brother. Jacob never arrived. A car accident claimed his life while he was on his way to get Tyler.


At 18 he was involved in a bank robbery that ended in him getting shot and going to prison for a year. In that year he hardened himself to any emotion. He was untouchable, nothing could get to him. He was Tyler Haze, he felt nothing but hatred for the world and all those within it. He had nothing to look forward to except a life of loneliness and pain haunting him from the past. Upon getting out of prison, he learned that his dad whom had divorced his mom shortly after Jacob's death, had killed himself, the suicide note proclaiming that his death was the fault of his "no good criminal and disappointment of a son, Tyler." Sure, Tyler had never once in his life felt loved by his parents... but that, that dug deeper than anyone could ever know.


At 19 he found out that he had gotten a girl pregnant, and not only that but the man who hated him, Sebastian Kings, had also impregnated her, split sperm twins. Sebastian... he wasn't shy about proclaiming publicly that he "didn't want that criminal anywhere near his son." In fact, he didn't even want Tyler anywhere near Alessandra... but strangely enough, Tyler fell for the woman carrying his baby. When he was with her, everything just seemed right. When he held her in his arms he felt like his history was changed that he hadn't ever done any of those things... he felt like a totally different person. He was in love with her... he was going to raise their baby with her, he was going to spend forever with her... but fate's cruel intentions weren't about to let Tyler Haze have a happily ever after.


She went into labor and decided to drive to the hospital on her own since no one else was home. She ran a stop sign and was broadsided... her car was totaled. Tyler was the first one to the hospital, and when he walked into her room and saw her lying there all the color gone from her skin, bruises riddling her body, he felt like his heart stopped. For several minutes he just stood there, unable to move, unable to think. Then he found himself at her bedside, grasping her frail hand in his. She told him she loved him, told him to be strong, told him to take care of their little girl. He hardly heard the words that came from his mouth pleading with her, begging her to stay with him, to not leave him. He couldn't do this on his own... he needed her. But every word he said was said in vain. He felt her life slip out of his hands, and the heart monitor went flat. She was gone.


Tyler was destroyed by her death. He refused to even look at his daughter and told Alex, Alessandra's best friend, to take care of his baby and give her the life he never could. He wasn't going to curse that child by touching her the same way he had killed his brother, his father, and now the woman he loved. When Tyler fell, he fell hard, and he ended up in jail again. This time though they brought him there on suicide watch. He refused to talk to anyone, he wouldn't even make eye contact, and everyone was afraid that he was going to kill himself. Finally, they brought Alex to the jail with his baby named after her mother. As he stood before Alex feeling more shame than he'd ever felt in his life, she pushed his baby girl into his arms, and he instinctively took her, but hardly a moment later started begging Alex to take her back until she did so. Once the child was no longer in his arms, Tyler sunk down onto a chair, and dropped his head into his hands, letting the tears he had held back for so long come at their own will. Here was a man who had been so strong for so long and was now broken. He had no reason to live, he just wanted someone to kill him... he wasn't man enough to do it himself.


When he got out again he met Vivian Kings, the younger sister of Sebastian... who still hated him, and in Vivian he found that feeling again... like he could be himself here, like she was the one person in this whole world who even cared for him. He went through a lot to be with her, but ever drop of blood he spilled, every sensation of pain, every broken bone... it was all worth it to be with her. He finally found the courage to say the words "I love you" to her, and he really truly meant it. It wasn't always smooth sailing, and Tyler screwed up more than most people could ever even dream of, but Vivian... she always forgave him, even when it didn't seem possible, she forgave him. Always that is until the most recent run in with trouble that Tyler stumbled upon.


It was the anniversary of his going to prison the first time, and after a parole meeting that went horribly and a job interview where they told him that he would never get a job and he might as well just kill himself because he'd never amount to anything, he found himself at the bar. He told himself he would only drink one... he'd been quitting lately and had been doing pretty well. He hadn't been drunk in weeks. But under the pressure of the day's happenings, one turned into two, turned into three, turned into four, turned into he lost count. Now Tyler, when drunk, never lost balance, never slurred words, never got violent, the only sign that he was drunk was that he became extremely susceptible to suggestion.


As you can imagine, when a girl started making sexual advances on him, he did nothing to resist them. His mind was too clouded with the alcohol. Anyway, as it were, they somehow ended up back at his house, and I'm sure you all know what happened there and I don't need to go into too much detail. By the time Tyler came to in the morning the girl was gone, and nothing seemed out of place. He didn't remember the events from last night except that he had a hangover, so naturally he assumed he'd just gotten drunk and come home and passed out. Ah but as fat would have it, Vivian had come to his house to see him before the girl left, and when she had seen Tyler passed out with his arm wrapped around another woman... well it doesn't take too much imagination to figure out how she felt.


Later that week, Tyler was looking for Vivian since he hadn’t seen her t all, and figured he might find her at the club. He was right. He tried to talk to her, but she completely ignored him, and started to walk away. Utterly confused and determined to find out what was going on, he took hold of her arm and asked he what was going on. That was when it came out. Complete shock engulfed Tyler and his hand fell back to his side, he didn’t try to deny it, he knew she wouldn’t lie about something like that… he just didn’t know what to do.

As Tyler’s rotten luck would have it, Sebastian had talked Charlie into going to the club that night, and as they walked in the door, Sebastian saw Tyler and Vivian, and angrily stormed down to them, not giving Tyler a moment’s time to say a word and slammed his fist powerfully into Tyler’s body. This had happened many times, and Tyler was all too used to it… but this time was different, Vivian didn’t beg Sebastian to stop, she didn’t say anything. Tyler, like every time this had happened before, did nothing to defend himself and apologized over and over again, hoping, praying that somehow she would find it in her heart to believe him, to accept his apology… it didn’t work.

As all this was happening, who quite resembled the old Tyler in his outlook on life saw what was going on. Now Dustin… he admired Tyler more than he admired anyone else, and when he saw him taking it hard, he figured he might step in and offer a little assistance. He wasn’t the biggest guy in the world, but he was one hell of a fighter. Lord help the man that was pitted against him. So he stepped in to help, and Charlie, not liking Sebastian’s odds against Dustin, stepped in to attempt an intervention. Just as he did so, however, blood suddenly started gushing from Sebastian where a knife was embedded in his gut. Chaos was starting to ensue, and the “bouncer” came over to intervene. Charlie, being the good guy that he was, knew that trouble would erupt even more if they got involved, and so flashed his badge and essentially told them that he would take care of it and for them to get an ambulance down here.

When all was said and done, Dustin had disappeared into thin air, and no one could prove that he had been involved at all, since with the low lighting it was almost impossible to see who had been involved. Tyler was probably the worst off of all of them. Sebastian had done a good job of beating him almost to the point that he lost consciousness…but perhaps the thing most dangerous to him, was that Sebastian’s blood had spilled out onto him, making it look like he had been the one to do the dirty deed, not to mention, he was a renowned knife fighter, and when worst came to worst, he was known to stick his knife into his assailants, and as far as anybody was concerned, that was what had happened here.

Anyway, Tyler could hardly talk through the pain and the sub-consciousness that was trying to take him, but he managed a few words aside from the frequent "I'm sorry." Please kill me was what came out, barely audibly. He knew Vivian wouldn't forgive him for this one, how could she? She would never want anything to do with him ever again... it was over... and if that was over, he wanted his life to be over too. He couldn't lose another person he cared for... he just couldn't do it. Now Charlie was normally an incredibly nice guy, but since he, along with everyone else was convinced that Tyler had just tried to kill Sebastian he wasn’t feeling very saintly towards him. He would though, be a little gracious and not arrest him… it would have gone as self defense anyway, and Sebastian would have been the one with the charges. So instead, they left him there, and of course, that being an inconvenience to the club managers, they dragged Tyler out the back and left him in the alley wishing he was dead, and hoping he would never wake up in the morning. Fate again forced him to continue living, and come morning, the sun pierced down on Tyler as he rose carefully to his feet, pain raging through his broken and blood stained body, both physical and emotional. How he made it home, he really wasn’t sure.


After that Tyler hardly found reason to get up every morning and continue living. He did though, for God knows what reason, and found himself at the stable where he happened to run into Vivian. She was obviously still mad at him, despite his depression and obvious remorse for what he'd done, and as if to only make the pain worse, to twist the knife in his chest just a little more, to almost suck the life right out of his body... she slid the promise ring he had given her off her finger and gave it back to him. That simple and tiny action killed him. Anything that was left of his heart was destroyed right there. Then, as if she wanted Tyler to pull out a gun and shoot himself right there, she turned around, walked over to another guy who had just arrived, wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him. Tyler could swear he felt the blood draining from his body, his heart stopped beating, his lungs refused to expand and contract. No thoughts entered his mind, he was frozen. She had no idea how badly she had just hurt him. Tyler had been shot before, he had been stabbed, he had nearly been beaten to death more than once, he had seen his brother die as he grasped his hand, the woman he had fallen in love with had died, he had been in and out of jail, the whole world was against him, he couldn’t find a job anywhere… but that right there… that had hurt him more than words could express. His entire world came crashing down on him without a moment’s notice and completely destroyed him. He wanted Vivian to be happy… but this… he was still in love with her, he would die to be with her, and now she was far out of his grasp, she was gone… he would never hold her in his arms again, he would never kiss her soft lips, feel the warmth of her skin against hers… she was gone. Words failed him, but finally he regained his ability to move, and slowly turned away. His normally rigid and powerful composure was shattered, his shoulders slumped toward, his gaze was locked on the ground, pain was written in every line of his body. He was broken beyond repair and the worst part was, no one cared… or so he thought. As he walked away, he clutched the ring that she had given back to him. It was all he had left of her.

By the time he got out of the stable, his hands were shaking violently, and with every step he took he could feel the strength draining from him. He barely made it home before he felt the last of his strength disappear from his body, and he collapsed into a chair at the table, letting the emotion have him. His whole body shook now, as shamelessly, the tears fell and he buried his face in his hands. What more did he have now? He was alone… he was without her comforting embrace; he had no one he could turn to now. Funny how much things had changed…not too long ago Tyler would have had no problem with being alone… but now that lonely silence that filled the space where Vivian used to be was chipping away at him… soon there would be nothing left of Tyler Haze except the hated memory left in the minds of all the people he had scarred with his existence.

Now here he found himself... long story short... wasted. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was hoping that maybe he would get alcohol poisoning and end up dead in some dark alley. No one would care to look for him, that was one thing he was certain of. He didn't want to live without Vivian... he couldn't, not after losing both Jacob and Alessandra. Losing her was the final straw. He hadn't been sober much at all since the breakup, he just wanted the pain to stop, the memory to go away, and alcohol seemed the most logical way to accomplish that, though it clearly hadn't been working, since he was still getting drunk all the time.

These past days since Vivian had left him he had been completely miserable, and even some stranger on the street who had never seen or heard of him would be able to tell... anyone who knew him, even more so. Tyler Haze was a complicated mess of screwing up, hurting people, getting hurt, and wishing he was dead. He had gone through more hell than most people could even imagine, and it wouldn't be long now before he was just done with all of this... before that gun found its way into his hands again, and he, seeing no reason not to, pulled the trigger and ended the pitiful existence he called his life. The end of him was coming, the one thing that could save him was gone, and he didn't think he would ever get her back.

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[Liz]

Distracted with playing with the glass which held the drink that she had, Liz had not noticed that Tyler had been down the way some. His appearance was not the same as any other time. He was no longer the Ty that held himself high and purposefully kept that well known wall. This wall kept others out, but it just wasn't there at all. He was different for some reason. Something must have happened that made him like this. There could be no other explanation, but what exactly? So many things had happened to him lately that no one could be truly sure except for him.

Life had been so harsh on him and Liz, but Liz, in a way, put herself in a position that it ended up being hard on her. Tyler, well it seemed that Tyler inevitably ended up with a life full of disappointment and sorrow. That part though was quite sad. Tyler was truly a decent guy under of all the rough and tough cover. Liz had experienced that first hand. He truly meant no harm, he had just been in the wrong places at the wrong times. Drugs started to influence and much more. His twisting turning story went on twist and turns everywhere. He really didn't deserve that, but it's just the way life was treating him at the moment and in the past. Liz didn't help that part of his life anyway. Even though she really didn't cause him any physical harm, she had caused him a lot of emotional harm, even though, on a normal day, he looks quite void of emotions. She hadn't helped and that was her mistake. She had been a great friend at times, but others she was nothing but a cheating little liar. She wasn't fair to him or Logan and that's where her faults were. She was no perfect human, in fact she and everyone else was far from perfect. That was one lesson that life taught all of the people who lived in this here town centered around Pinewood Stables.

Looking up from playing with her glass, she ordered another and soon began drinking from it. While looking up though she soon noticed a figure that she recognized. Large build, dark hair, handsome, but something was different. She knew who this man was on the outside, but deep down he was not the same person. Body language communicated that he was in no mood for fighting or even caring about his self protection. She scanned him over quietly, thinking about all of the things she had been through involving him. The hospital, then the boat party, chatting in different places, and the like. So many things had blurred together that it seemed like they all happened in the same day and at the same time. Logan had been mad with her many times and...unfortunately had broken up over it. Tyler got depressed and so many things went tumbling down the drain. It was simply a mess and Liz regretted ever doing any of it. She hated the fact that she made Tyler and Logan both practically hate her.

She sighed, all of these thoughts were making her own mind distressed and overall more depressed than she ever had been. Life was tough, but most people were even tougher. Tyler had literally been through hell and back and there a couple more times. He'd been through anything and everything and no one could blame him for wanting to give up on his life right now. Heck, if Liz was in that position she would have quite MUCH MUCH earlier. She would've found someway to die and leave her remains here just so she wouldn't have to live the torturous life that Tyler had to. Although, it made him that much stronger.

Finishing up her drink, she pushed the glass aside and walked over to where he was. She didn't know what to say or do as she wouldn't be able to do anything to console him. Quite honestly no one could, when he was in this mode, it took Vivian to get him out of it. A thought crossed Liz's mind...where was Vivian and why was Tyler here...without her? She pushed the thought to the back of her mind and continued towards him until she was a few feet away. Her voice came out soft and not overly pleasant. This wasn't the time to try and fake that everything was okay. Even with not knowing what was wrong, she knew something was NOT okay. Possibilities ran through her mind, but she kept coming back to one and then as soon as it came up, pushing it aside. Couldn't be...could it?? She focused again and then spoke, "Tyler?!" Her face held worry and some confusion she wanted to see him perky and happy, with Vivian...loving her. They were meant for each other. Seriously. Together, they made each other better and without each other, well...things went haywire.

Memories, depictive memories came flooding back to Liz's mind. It was all too much to handle, but she stayed up right and stayed strong, for Tyler's sake. There was no way history was going to repeat itself. She was not going to let it. She wanted to be there for him and support him when he needed a friend. That's what she was going to be...just a friend. For once in her life, she was not going to be bad and was not going to cheat. She was going to be good and she would try to help Tyler as much as she could. That was how it was supposed to be. She loved Logan, he loved Vivian...the end. Nothing else...nothing. With that, she awaited a response, if he was even going to respond.

OOC: no where near your post, but for not RPing Liz in like forever it's not bad. I still want to improve though.

[Tyler Haze]

The white walls of the hospital combined with the stench of blood and death that hung in the air as well as the thought of Jacob dying was making Tyler feel sick. He felt like he was moving in slow motion, and every step took unbelievable effort. He wanted Jacob to be alright, he wanted him to meet him in the hall and tell him everything was going to be fine just like he always did when things were wrong. Unfortunately he knew that wasn't going to be the case, and so he pressed on walking towards the room where the only person who had ever cared about him lay dying. Guilt was chipping away at him with every step he took. If only he hadn't gone to that party... if only he hadn't gotten drunk... if only he hadn't called Jacob to come get him... none of this would have happened. It was killing him to know that his brother was in pain because of him.

When he got into the room, he could hardly breathe. He wanted to look away, but found that he couldn't. All the color had drained from Jacob's face and it looked like the very life had been drained from his body. Slowly, Tyler walked over to the bed, trying to force down the lump in his throat that was steadily growing and threatening to cut off his breathing all together. He stopped by the bed, and Jacob's eyes fluttered open wearily. Hey little brother.

[/s] He said with a hint of a smile, all he could manage with the strength he had left. He had always called Tyler "little brother" despite the fact that Tyler was several inches taller than him. Despite himself, Tyler could find no will to return the smile. He felt horrible for this, and unless Jacob got up and walked out he had a feeling that he would never forgive himself.

His brother seemed to know that was feeling like that because he reached up and took Tyler's hand and said in that hoarse and weary voice Don't blame yourself Tyler, it was meant to be. This had to happen. Once he said that Tyler couldn't help it anymore, and felt the tears welling up in his eyes. It's my fault Jake... He started, but Jacob cut him off. No Tyler. This isn't your fault. It's no one's fault...[/s] He said as firmly as he could, but pain was starting to well up in his body and choke him off Just promise you'll take care of Jasmine and Andie for me. Tell them... tell them I love them.[/s] That was the last thing Tyler wanted to hear... Jacob wouldn't say that unless he knew he wouldn't be able to tell them himself.

No Jake... don't say that. You'll make it, you'll see them again soon... I know you will. Tyler said, the desperation in his voice quite evident. He wanted Jacob to hold on, he couldn't let him give up. But there on Jacob's face appeared that peaceful smile again. I'm the one who makes up the stories Tyler.[/s] He said, his voice getting quieter, and his hold on Tyler's hand growing weaker. Tell them for me little brother, it's alright, they know I'm going to a better place. Tyler barely managed to choke out a "no," before the heart monitor went flat and Jacob Haze left this world and all it's miseries behind him. Tyler didn't know how long he sat there, no tears falling, just feeling completely numb. He didn't see the doctors come in and write on the charts, he didn't see them turn off the machines, he didn't notice the silence that filled the room.

He was finally broken out of his trance when his parents finally arrived. For a moment longer all was silent between the three, then the arguing started. His dad blamed his mom, and his mom blamed him, and they just kept going at it, placing blame and arguing. Tyler couldn't take their bickering, and in silence walked out of the room. He had to tell them... it was the worst thing he could imagine doing, but it had been Jacob's last wish, and Tyler had to carry it out. When he told Andie, she collapsed to her knees in tears, clutching their newborn baby in her arms. Tyler wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know how, and so just whispered I'm sorry and disappeared into the night without another word.[/i]

Tyler was jerked out of the horrific event of the past when he heard his name being said with a tone of almost disbelief. It took him a moment through the alcohol to remember where exactly he was, and whose voice that was saying his name. When it all came back to him, he turned slowly towards the speaker. Liz... god he'd fucked up her life too. He really couldn't do anything right these days could he? Ever since Jacob had died nothing seemed to go right for Tyler. His older brother was what had kept him together, and essentially saved his life. Now that he didn't have that, and he didn't have Vivian... well, lets just say Tyler's time on this earth was more limited now than before. What he was considering cowardice wasn't going to prevent him from killing himself for much longer. It seemed like death was the only way he could escape this hell.

His vision was ever so slightly blurred because of the alcohol, but just like always, there was no outward sign that he was drunk. For a few moments he just looked at Liz, unsure of what to say. He was probably worse off now than he'd ever been, and he didn't doubt that she could tell. He was normally so blank... so emotionless... but not tonight. It was all played out on his cold dark features. The pain, the misery, the self-hate... everything. It was all there for the world to see. Tyler Haze unveiled and put on display where anyone who cared to look would see. Life had been hard on Tyler , it had been chipping away at him for a long time now and there wasn't going to be anything left of him before long now. He was hurting, and he didn't have any way to relieve the pain. There was no gentle hand to remove the knife from his chest and heal the wound for him, and he certainly couldn't do it on his own.

Unfortunately yes. He said in a flat tone, much the same as that which he had formerly always used before Alessandra and Vivian had come into his life. She had no idea how much he missed her right now, and it was killing him slowly. If he couldn't have vivian he didn't want to keep living. She was his whole world, and without her, he was nothing, and there was no point to life. Why continue living when you had nothing? His baby girl would be better off not knowing him, Alex would give her a better life than he could ever hope to. If she knew everything he had done she would probably want him out of her life anyway. The way he saw it, he would be doing the world a favor, and saving someone a bullet, by killing himself. He had sunk to a whole new low, and there was no way he could find his way out alone.[/center][/size]

[Liz]

A nice dinner was all the guy wanted to give Liz. All he wanted to do was just spend time with her. That's all he asked of her. His requests were simple and their relationship was pretty uncomplicated when Liz behaved. These moments were rare though. Taking advantage of her boyfriend, Liz found herself hanging out at the bar frequently and just looking for trouble. Why did she want trouble and adventure when she had it right in front of her? She had her love, yet she continued to leave him out of the loop. Time after time she did so, until that fateful day...

First, Liz had been hanging out at the bar. This was the day where everything started to get complicated. The decisions she would soon make complicated her life and made it a living hell. After getting a few drinks that night, she walked out into the chilly night air. It awoke her senses and soon she was on her way walking home. Everything around her was pitch black. The sky, her surroundings, the alleyways that she never dared venture into, they were all black. It took her eyes a few moments to adjust to the change in lighting, although it didn't take her too long, see as the club was mostly dark anyway.

As she walked the path back to her house, she could hear groans of pain and agony. At first, she ignored them, but soon they grew louder. She followed the sound, brows furrowed in suspicion. Quietly she followed it until it led her down one of the alleys. She would never dare go down any of them at this time of night, but it really did sound like someone was in agonizing pain. She contemplated the idea for a few moments before hesitantly going down the even darker alleyway. Buildings on her left and right shadowed above the concrete pavement. This created a cave sort of effect. Liz could barely see where she was going, let alone anyone else in the alley. Soon enough though she stumbled upon a stranger, just barely conscious.

Her eyes watched the man in horror and she instinctively found herself dialing 911. She didn't know what else to do or say. He was just laying there. She sighed and waited with him. She wasn't going to leave him her alone, not until the ambulance came. After what felt like hours, the ambulance finally came and they took the guy off. She had not caught his name and she didn't know how he was going to be. So she headed to the hospital just to make sure he was okay. After a little bit of talking, Liz left and ensured that she would come back later. She wanted to just make sure that Tyler would live. That's all she cared about for these few moments and quite frankly it was probably the best thing to do. What followed after that morning though, was not.

Walking out of the hospital with Tyler by her side, Liz almost fell, but Tyler caught her just as she was beginning to do so. Before she knew it and had time to react, she was being kissed. It was an odd thing, but to her, it seemed perfect. Yes, her mind was twisted and confused. She shouldn't have done it because it led to a tragic end. This was not the only thing that led to the tragic end. Along with this kiss came a few others with Tyler and one random guy at the bar. Yeah, that was a whole other story. Needless to say, this all happened when Liz and Logan were going out. So, Logan had to draw the boundaries. He had to stop Liz from doing this. It was pure madness and his heart could no longer take all the "false" love from Liz. So, he did the only thing he knew to do. Break up.

It was hard for Logan to do so and it was even harder for Liz to admit, for the billionth time, that she had kissed someone else. Dinner had been okay, but Logan had found out elsewhere that Liz had kissed Tyler once again. Not wanting it to be true, Logan brought the subject up, but his heart was broken as Liz nodded when he asked her the question. Tears soon were being shed and doors were being slammed. Liz whispered few words into his ear and then left quietly, besides the door slamming. It was the worst thing in her life to endure, especially since she had an undying love for Logan.

Then, she made the mistake of telling Tyler all this. What a wreck Tyler was. She not only made him depressed and drunk, but she also made Vivian hate her. Her life was slowly being washed down the drain with all of the hope for a happy life. Everyone around her started to not trust her and soon she felt more alone than she had ever. She had no boyfriend to depend on, she hurt her friends, and lord knows what else. To say the least, she was in a complicated situation.


These images were replaying in her mind. Tyler had helped in all of this, but Liz could have avoided so many things in different ways. It was definitely not all of his fault or anywhere near close. She was the one who was normally tempting him except for the first time they met...pretty much an accidental sort of thing. She had been zoning out only to find Tyler speechless and staring at her. She looked down for a moment and then heard him speak. His voice was nothing like it ever had been. It was quiet and almost submissive to the pain and agony of his life. This was not the Tyler that she knew. Absolutely not! So many things in life had changed them both though. They depended on their love's for support. Liz would never want to go back to the days where Logan and herself were broken up. It was pure agony, almost like the way Tyler acted. She started thinking, but then disregarded the idea. So, she sat waiting to hear what he had to say.

This was pretty much nothing though. Only two words were uttered and they were pretty pathetic words at that. Who would blame him though. His life was pretty much crap. He had nothing to live for and nothing productive to do. Even to Liz, it seemed like he had nothing to live for except for Vivian. Little did Liz know that Vivian had broken up with Tyler though. unfortunately yes. That's all that he said. Those two simple yet impacting words. They made Liz feel like the whole world was spinning out of control and she wasn't even the one who was enduring it. She didn't know what to say...at all. She was speechless. Those two words made her feel utterly helpless, but she had to do something. She couldn't just sit there. She needed to be careful though, she didn't want another "accident" around him. That was the last thing she needed. She had just gotten back together with Logan and she was not going to ruin it again. For a few moments, she sat thinking about what she could say. This was not going to be an easy flowing chat. She didn't want to sound stupid either, but everything she thought of sounded that way in her head. She went along with some thoughts though and soon started to speak, " Are you ok? I've never seen you this down before. What happened?"
She didn't want to pry it out of him, but that what's she seemed to be doing anyway. She sighed and then waited for a response. She knew that this was not going to be easy for either of them.

[Tyler Haze]

Tyler certainly wasn't your typical ex-con, he was quite a bit more than that. For the most part though, he was simply misunderstood. There wasn't a human being alive who understood him completely. Not even Vivian could comprehend every aspect of him. In all honesty, he wasn't entirely sure he understood himself... hell he'd been twisted around so much he wasn't sure he even knew who he was anymore. The only thing he did know was that he loved Vivian more than anything else in the world, and it killed him to know that she hated him. After everything he had done to her, he couldn't blame her for it. She didn't deserve anything of what he had done to her... she deserved so much better than anything he would ever be able to offer her. He knew he wasn't worth anything... he knew that no one would miss him when he died... he knew that his life may as well be over now. Without Vivian... god without Vivian there was absolutely no hope for him.

He didn't blame her... how could he? It was his fault, he had thrown himself over the cliff just because he was too... too something... to talk to anyone about what had happened. I refrain from using the term proud simply because pride was the last thing that Tyler could make claim to. He had failed every test that had come his way... and not just failed, but failed on the worst levels of failure. He couldn't even begin to tel how horrible it felt to have sunk so low. He was hurting, worse than any physical pain that could ever be inflicted on him, which was saying a lot, considering Tyler had been been shot and stabbed multiple times in his life... hell he had died once on the way to the hospital and been revived. But this... the pain of losing the last thing that meant anything to him... it felt like his heart had been torn right out of his chest, and a dagger was being slowly driven into it, painfully trickling every last ounce of life right out of his body... but not before he had suffered to the point that he simply wanted to die so that it wouldn't hurt anymore.

Tyler had lost so much in this life, it was a wonder he had been around this long. If anyone understood the meaning of true loss, and true pain, it was Tyler. Needless to say now that he had nothing left to live for, he wasn't really living at all. He spent almost every day completely wasted. He couldn't even remember how long it had been since he had lost Vivian. All he knew about the time that had passed since he had lost her was that it had been hell, the worst days of his life. Worse than when his brother had died, worse than his time in prison, worse than when Alessandra had died, worse than any one day in his life. He was so certain that he would never have her back again... he was so sure that she was gone forever... that he just wanted to find some way to tell her how sorry he was for what he had done to her, then just disappear into thin air and never be seen again.

When Liz asked what happened, Tyler just shook his head. He didn't want to talk about it right now... he didn't really want to talk about it ever. He didn't want to tell Liz what he'd done, that would only make him look worse than he did already. He shrugged slightly in a passive way that said essentially that he wasn't interested in talking about anything at the moment. He picked up the glass of vodka, and finished it off, setting the empty glass on the bar, ignoring the fact that he was already well past drunk, and was possibly more drunk than he'd been in a few years, and right now, his mind couldn't decipher one thought from the other, and there was nothing that was working right. He was exhausted and wasted, a combination that in a guy with tendencies like Tyler could either end up fatal, or in bed, and right now with because of Tyler's mind set, it was more than likely going to end in bed.

He looked up at Liz, sitting as close to him as she was, and a moment of silence drew out between them. Currently it was like Tyler's mind had been hot-wired by some outside force that was now controlling him, it was almost like he was on auto-pilot... and unfortunately, this auto-pilot was the same auto-pilot that caused him to kiss Liz, that got him into bed with the girl he cheated on Vivian with, and right now it was the auto-pilot that was telling him that there was an exceedingly good looking woman right there next to him and that there was only one thing he should do with that fact, and we all know just exactly what the one thing is. For a brief moment there was a tiny bit of reason that weaseled its way into his mind through the alcohol and told him not to do it, but the impulse was too great, and the demand was too high. He couldn't resist it... not now.

Still, he hesitated just a moment, then leaned over and kissed her. It wasn't just a kiss and go sort of kiss, it was the sort of kiss that said that he wanted her, the sort of kiss that lingered, that transferred the built up energy of one person to the other, a passion that didn't involve love, just the human need for sexual intimacy. If Tyler had been in his right mind he wouldn't have been so eager, and if he had kissed her it would have clicked in his mind that this wasn't right, and he would have stopped... but he certainly wasn't in his right mind, and he was incredibly drunk, and there was nothing stopping him here... well, unless of course Liz stopped him, but if she didn't object to it, he would just keep right on going. Ah poor Tyler... what a wreck he was... and he was only making the problem worse now. When it came right down to it, he was going to regret this in the morning... bit right now, he had no control over himself. And yes, it was his fault that he had no control since he had been so willingly drinking since Vivian had broken up with him... and it was his fault she broke up with him... so he had no one to blame, and come morning, he was only going to hate himself more than he already did, and they would indeed be lucky if he made it through the next 24 hours after that without putting a bullet in his head. It was a sad state of affairs, and there really were only two things that could save him. Vivian, and some reason to keep fighting. Since Vivian was probably never coming back to him, he would just have to find something to fight for, or he'd be long gone before anyone could object.

[Liz]

This was it. The defining moment of truth. Before Liz knew it, Tyler was closing the gap between them. It wasn't something she wanted to be doing really. She wasn't that drunk, but she did have a few drinks in her. That was enough to at least make her judgment a bit distorted. Her mind was reeling. She didn't know what to do, at all. Not because of the alcohol so much as just not knowing what to do. If she allowed him to kiss her and even kissed back, Logan would surely find out at some time or another. It was simply inevitable. If she stopped him, then everything would be okay. Right? She might wreck the moment, but shouldn't she be having this moment with not Tyler, but Logan? That was who she truly belonged with. Logan...the love of her life. In those split seconds she had to make a possibly life changing decision. It was too much stress and she honestly just wanted to run away from it. She really did. She didn't want to hurt Tyler or Logan, or anybody. Not even herself. She had to do what was right. Why did life have to be so difficult? Watching him earlier, Liz could tell that Tyler was at a new level of drunkeness and that she should stop him, but deep, deep down, she didn't want to.

That was the thing though, she didn't want to make the wrong decision. She had made wrong decisions her entire life and now, she was making yet another one. While she thought, it was as if time froze. It didn't really, but it seemed like it had. Thought. It was what defined a human being and decisions also made life what it was. Nothing but good or bad decisions. All of life and all of a person's future depended on what they decided to do. This one decision could change her relationship with Logan and even possibly Tyler forever. So many bad things radiated from this one opportunity to...what? Kiss a hot guy that just happened to be a really good friend and who just happened to be drunk. She hated herself right now for not being able to decide quickly. Before she knew what she was doing she started to move closer to Tyler, but she soon stopped. His lips soon touched hers, but they didn't just touch hers. They grabbed at hers lusting something totally different than true love. She wanted to keep going, but with her better judgment she stopped for a moment.

Her breathing was somewhat shallow and she didn't want to ruin the moment, but she had to. She was sober compared to what Tyler had gotten himself in to. She paused a moment and then looked up. Tyler, we shouldn't be doing this. Her eyes were lustful as well, but her voice held dismay. She was trying to do the right thing. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin her relationship with Logan. She didn't want to be just looking out for that, but she had to. Tyler was beyond thinking for himself and she had to be the brains. The smarter one, still under the influence mind you, in this situation. It was a hard feat, but she was on her way to doing so. Something in her wanted to keep going, but she fought it for a moment. She was not going to give in. At least, she was pretty sure she wasn't going to give in.

Anything that Tyler had said before they started the lip-lock, was sort of out the door. This was a good thing on Tyler's part only because Liz would've liked to know more. She probably wouldn't have asked, but she would think about it. So, there she was faced with this problem. She was trying to deal with it the best she could and stopping it for a moment was the best she could do at the moment. She couldn't handle much more than a little bit of thinking or else her brain would explode. She was making this whole thing worse than it really needed to be, but that was Liz for you. Complicated, complex, intricate, and not easy to predict...unless you knew her. Then she was quite easy to predict. That was the thing though, she wanted to change that true fact. AHHHH, so many things she wanted to change or do better and a bunch of other crazy stuff. It was really crazy, but she was starting to change...hopefully. Everything was on the line. She was waiting for a reply and thinking about what might happen. So many things could happen. She'd just had to wait and see. Hopefully all would turn out.

[Tyler Haze]

I can't do it Jake... I can't go back there again. I've been waiting for 17 years for things to get better, and it's just not going to happen. Tyler was completely distraught tonight, a mess of emotions. Anger and fear conflicted in his eyes, the anger evident by his posture, the fear in his voice. The reason for his flight tonight was evident in an ugly daunting bruise on his jaw, and the blood that still seeped from his lip. Surely he could get abuse charges against his parents if he went to the police right? Wrong... very wrong. Tyler had tried that before, but the cops unfortunately took that as an excuse for him to get emancipated from his parents so he could go off and be reckless and cause havoc without reprimand from them. The Haze family had a history of causing trouble. Jacob in his younger years had been quite the rebel, until he found Andie and settled down, and the cops were always being called out to their house for domestic disputes between his parents.

So why couldn't Tyler get abuse charges filed against them? Well that was easy enough to answer. He had no proof that it had been his parents who had done this, and the police believed that he was just getting in fights and using the injuries he obtained from them in an attempt to get away from his parents. His whole life he had been misunderstood, and things didn't seem like they would ever change. Jacob just stood quietly and let his little brother vent for a while, then as calmly as ever asked, How did you get away?

[/s] Normally Tyler was much more busted up than just a bruise and a bleeding lip, which meant Tyler had managed to get away before much damage had been done. Tyler just looked away, not wanting to admit to how he'd gotten away, but after a moment's silence, he couldn't take Jacob's convicting silence anymore.

I knocked him out... He said, sounding as guilty as hell, and not making eye contact with his brother. Jacob sighed heavily and shook his head slightly. Even if Tyler was young and one of the nicest kids out there, he had undeniable skill when it came to fighting, which was exactly why Jacob always told Tyler to stay away from any sort of situation where he could get in a fight. He knew that if Tyler discovered that he was good at it and it gave him an adrenaline rush that he would be hooked and fighting would become a regular thing for him, which would only lead him to more trouble than he was already getting in at home. Ty you know fighting back only makes things worse for you when you get back.[/s] He said sympathetically, knowing that the only reason he did it was because of the instinct to defend himself.

Another moment of silence drew out between them, before Tyler finally said quietly and without much gumption, That doesn't matter now... I'm not going back. Though he didn't sound all that confident, Jacob knew that he meant what he said. Tyler had been putting up with abuse his whole life, and in all honesty Jacob was surprised that it had taken this long before Tyler was finally convicted enough to say he wasn't going back. The poor kid was confused and hurting, and he didn't know what else he could do but to run away and never go back. Jacob could understand that... he hadn't gone through any physical abuse like Tyler had, but verbally he had been bashed by his parents regularly. Alright you can stay with Andie and I tonight... but you know he'll come looking for you, and I don't want him to know she's pregnant, so I can't have him find you there.[/s] Jacob said after a few moments had passed. It may have sounded a bit shallow for him to allow his brother only one night with him, but he had to protect his wife from his dad. She was due in a month, and he didn't want any undue stress put on her. Tyler nodded slightly understandingly. He didn't blame Jacob for wanting to keep the baby a secret from their parents... and he was more than appreciative for everything that Jacob did for him.[/i]

Liz was right, Tyler was more drunk now than she had ever seen him... but could you blame him? Ever since he was just a kid he had been misunderstood, wrongly judged, and treated like he was completely worthless. The "fact" that he had no worth had been pounded into his head for so long that Tyler had come to believe it, and when he believed it, he became that... at least outwardly. When Jacob died, the last person who ever believed in him had died... until he found Alessandra two years later. She gave him something to hold onto, and when he was with her, for the first time in his life he was really truly happy... but she too had been stripped away from him. Then Vivian... she had found him at his weakest moment, when the real Tyler... insecure, hurt, misjudged, and in tears... had shown through that hard outer shell... and she hadn't judged him.

Vivian took him to a level of self worth that he hadn't ever known before. Life suddenly had meaning when he was with her, he had a reason to go on, something to fight for. She had even made Sebastian see some worth in him. He really truly loved her, and she had made him believe in himself again... but then he ruined it again... all because of his stubborn pride. He had no right to have pride, he'd done nothing to be proud of in his life, but that was what made him human. Now here he was again... insecure, hurt, misjudged, and more drunk than he had been in a long long time. Somewhere deep down he knew it was wrong... but he had convinced himself that he couldn't do anything right, so what was one more black mark on his record? Besides, now that he had lost Vivian, he had no reason to do the right thing. She hated him now.

We shouldn't do a lot of things. Tyler replied, his voice still surprisingly clear of slurring, staying close to Liz. In a way, this wasn't even Tyler talking... it was the alcohol speaking through him... it was borderline Inmate 1326. It was a sad state of affairs when Tyler fell back to that when he had managed to climb so far. He had accomplished so much as far as getting himself straightened out, and now in one night he had undone all of that and found himself at rock bottom again. He didn't think he could ever climb out of his grave again... not without her, and since he believed he would never have her again he believed that there was no hope for him. Amazing what love... and losing that love can do to a man. He had given Vivian his heart, and when he hurt her and she left, she had perhaps unknowingly taken it with her. When she had given the ring back to him, she had unknowingly stabbed a knife into his heart, and when she had turned around and kissed another man, she had unknowingly shattered it. He was falling apart now that there was nothing there to hold him together. Tyler Haze was quickly nearing the end of his own life which would be taken with his own hands... there was a light at the end of his tunnel... but it was the dim red light created by the fires of hell. Life indeed was a fragile thing, and it was a miracle Tyler's had held up this long.[/center][/size]

[Liz]

Logan had been over to Liz's house earlier. A promise had been made, for Liz to try her best and not sneak out or go out in town a lone. Since her accident and returning home, She had been told to stay inside and stay on bed rest. She hated these stupid and completely boring instructions. She had nothing to do and wasn't too interested in watching tv. Her house was pretty big and being alone with nothing to do inside was lonelier than ever before. As she laid in her bedroom, staring at the wall, she thought for a few moments. She started to think about sneaking out or walking around town. She shook the thought from her head and started to fall asleep. She wanted to get out of this boring house and her boring life. He accident had caused nothing but trouble for her and she was getting frustrated with her orders. They were almost like disabilities.

Her neck had still been sore and she had been getting dizzy spells lately, not to mention that her arm was in a full arm cast. She wished nothing had ever happened and that her life was normal, but it wasn't. She was taking risks and that came with being around horses. She thought about horses not being in her life and she couldn't imagine it. They made her so happy and peaceful. They were her life, besides Logan. She sighed and then woke up again. She couldn't sleep, couldn't do anything without thinking about just wanting to get out of the house.

Finally, she got up carefully from her bed and got dressed into some real clothes. She had been wearing pajamas around the house, wanting to be comfortable. She changed into some loose fitting jeans and a tighter t-shirt. She put some flats on and then left the house quietly walking in the dusk of the day. The sun was setting and it was starting to get darker around town, but she didn't care. She walked around, just getting fresh air, something she really needed. She walked and looked ahead before passing an alleyway that was starting to look really creepy. She stopped for a moment and looked down it, but then she continued to walk.

She stopped by a cafe and got some coffee, before heading back towards her house. She passed the alleyway again, but this time she heard a noise. She stopped in her tracks and then started to walk along the path through it. She started to get a feeling like someone had been watching her the whole time. She heard another noise and jumped, eyes wide and breath heavy. She looked around skeptically before trying to hurry out, but she tripped and soon heard some voices coming closer. She wasn't sure who it was, but she hoped it or they weren't harmful.


Little did she know, the voices were indeed harmful. And that night marked the best and the worst night of her life. She and Logan were brought closer together starting that night, but only after the worst had happened. Liz's long time ex-boy friend had kidnapped herself and Hayley and tortured them in somewhat unimaginable ways. In an indirect way, it was Liz's stupidity and proneness to injury that brought her close death that night, but what hasn't brought her close to death?

That was one night of many that she's scared Logan and gone off doing things on a whim. Knowing Liz though, it's in her nature. She's a generally wild woman when it comes to loyalty and nights at home. This makes her also more prone to opportunities to get out on the town without Logan and again land her in situations like the one she's currently in, which she really didn't want to think about, but it was about that time.

Now was truly her moment. Tyler had kissed her, but she eventually stopped and tried to refuse him. His latest words played with her mind. They wrapped around her mind and muted everything else. The alcohol was also kicking in a bit more. Somewhere deep down was trying to fight all other outside factors, but at this moment, nothing seemed to be strong enough to resist anything else. She looked down at her hands that sat in her lap. To say she was confused, would be an understatement. Life for her wasn't as harsh as Tyler's as much as it was confusing. Scenarios that most people wouldn't think about happened to be a regular part of Liz's life.

She looked back up at Tyler for a moment and then said, "I don't know what to think or say right now." She sat there in silence for a few moments, one part of her hoping Tyler would just kiss her again and persuade her to, once again, do something daring. Another major part of her wanted to just avoid this whole situation and leave the bar. No matter what she did though, she didn't leave, not yet anyway. "I should...uhmm, I...I think I should go..." Her words were contradictory and she didn't know what she wanted. The alcohol wasn't really slurring her words, just slurring her thoughts. She looked at Tyler hesitantly and waited. She wondered if he would say or do anything just a little bit in his sober mind. She doubted it though. This was going to be an interesting night....

[Tyler Haze]

All Tyler could think about when he heard the news was what would happen if she died. It hit him harder than those three bullets had hit him back when he got shot and arrested for the first time. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t move, his heart stopped, even his mind stopped functioning. He was stuck on that one thought. Then, before he knew it, he was at the hospital. He hated this place, it was here that he had been when the doctors came out and told him what happened. It was here when he held Jacob’s hand while he died. It was here that he lied, told Jacob that everything would be alright, that the doctors would fix everything, and that he would see him again soon. It was here that his only role model, his hero, died.

But he wasn’t here for Jacob now, he was here for Alessandra and their baby. He pushed the door open hurriedly, got her room number, and soon found himself pushing it open. He hesitated again before coming in, simply to compose himself. Although his composure and actions were calm and reserved as he walked in, his face showed the concern he felt for her. He was the only person in the room just yet, and that was a huge relief. He didn’t want anyone else to see him like this. When he got to the bed, it stole the breath right out of him. There was the girl he loved, bruised and bandaged, all color gone from her beautiful face, as still and lifeless as a fallen flower when no breeze is present to cause it to stir. It was hard seeing here there like that, and brought back so many unwanted memories.

Now here he was again, replaying the whole scene, not just in his head, but in reality as well. He walked over to Alessandra and took the seat by the bed, carefully taking her hand in his. He wanted to take her place. He wanted to be the one lying there half dead. He wanted to be the one…he deserved it, the world was better off without him, but her…oh no Alessandra had so much to give to the world. What did he, a criminal hated by 90% of the people who met him, and 90% of those who knew of him, have to give? Nothing, the answer was nothing. He didn’t have any worth anymore…he should be the one standing in death’s door, not her. There was no justice in this life, there was simply no such thing. People could call it justice as much as they wanted, but until he was killed and someone else who didn’t deserve to die was saved, he would remain convinced that there was no such thing as justice.

When she cried out his name, it pierced right through him like a freshly sharpened blade that was heated to inflict maximum pain yet not cause death. He was trying so hard to keep it together, and that right there, in combination with the beeping machines all around her, broke everything down. He let go of her hand, and leaned forwards, putting his head between his hands. This wasn't right...he couldn't show emotion. He couldn't cry, not here where people could see...he had to keep it together. He had to, he just had to...He...he couldn't. What was he? Some sort of curse to everyone around him?

First Jacob's life, then his parent's marriage, then his dad's life, then Drake's arm and their friendship, his own chance at becoming something in this life, and now...now Alessandra's life...all of it destroyed. Everyone he came close to, everyone he even thought about coming close to ended up dead or wishing they were. It was so wrong. What did the world have against him? It seemed that from the day he was born, he was destined to ruin the lives of anyone he came in contact with. As if he had been given the curse of killing anyone who he couldn't life without. It was life's cruel sense of humor all laid out on him...he got it all.

He pushed himself to his feet and walked over to where he stood beside her head. His hand moved shakily down to her face as he knelt beside the bed. His finger tips brushed over her soft skin. She looked terrible, like she was in complete misery. In his eyes she was still beautiful, but the suffering portrayed in her expression was killing him slowly, draining all the blood from his body one drop at a time drawing out this torture as long as possible. Why her? Why did it have to be her? Why couldn't it have been someone else? anyone else? He didn't care who it was...just not Alessandra. It was so wrong in so many ways.

So many thoughts shoved their way into his head and demanded to be focused on all at once that he could hardly think straight. It was like how you would feel if you were memorizing the entire Bible an hour before you had a test on it after having stayed up the entire hight before. His breathing was becoming increasingly more strained and it was getting harder and harder to not completely break down. He couldn't help it...it just was so wrong. Finally he managed to decipher one thought out of that complete mess, but it wasn't what he had been hoping for. He wanted something that would tell him what to do, how to react, what to say....anything but this.

But this was all he got, and that was all that came out. I get it... He said to seemingly no one in almost a whisper, I get it now...I've had my wake up call, don't punish her for it. Don't take her from me...don't take her, please. There went the reign of Inmate 1326...he was destroyed, completely defeated, as good as incinerated. That undeniable and unstoppable force around him shattered. All that was left was Tyler Haze, broken, defeated, lost, hurting, without guidance, torn open for all the world to see. A complete stranger who had never even heard of him before would be able to tell that his life was defined by tragedy and this, the most unkindest cut of all.

His plea to the unseen force was so grief ridden that he wasn't sure he even knew what he was saying. It changed without his noticing to addressing her. You can't go... He said, choked off by the emotion welling up in his throat, you can't not now...the babies, they need you. You've got life ahead of you, you've got too much to live for. You...I need you. You can't leave me...please, please don't leave me here. I can't do it alone. I can't... This was true desperation at it's worst. He was completely helpless and had no control over himself. He had lost it.

Finally he gave up this futile fight against himself. His hand drifted back to hers, his fingers grasping her hand as he dropped his head to the bed and let the tears fall shamelessly. He didn't care if the whole world saw him anymore...all he wanted was for her to be alright for all of this to go away. Please come back to me. In that moment, the building could have burned down around him and he wouldn't have noticed. Every muscle in his body was tensed as the tears fell, his lungs gasped for the air that was so lacking within them. His whole body shook with the emotion that racked through him. This was it...this was the end.

Tyler's life had been so battered and torn that anyone who knew what he had gone through would realize that Tyler had a very legitimate reason for being the way he was. He had literally had absolutely no instruction from anyone in his family on how to do things right. He was extremely socially challenged simply because every instinct he'd had as a child had been betrayed and turned around on him by abusive and uncaring parents. He really didn't know how to respond to things that went wrong in his life. His parents had taught him that the best response was to go get yourself drunk, so that was what Tyler just always did. He didn't know any other way to do it. He had been doing it this way for so long that he didn't understand that people were better support than alcohol. He'd never had anyone to talk to right away when things went wrong, so for him turning to alcohol was the only way to handle things.

Although even he didn't know it, he was still searching for some kind of acceptance again. He needed it desperately... he needed to know that there was someone out there who cared. Unfortunately for him, the alcohol was twisting and marring the way he was searching for that acceptance. In this state of mind, any sort of acceptance would do... whether it was real true acceptance of just the sort of acceptance found in one night stands... he didn't care, anything would do. No, he said when Liz said she should go, you should stay. He still wasn't going to force her into anything... he would never force anyone to do something they didn't want to do, even when he was as drunk as he was right now. He moved so that he was closer to her, and kissed her again, placing one hand on the side of her neck gently as he did so.

Poor Tyler had no idea the trouble he was getting himself into. This was only going to lead to more heartbreak and more pain. He was only going to ruin things for Liz and Logan again... he was just making everything worse. But he was only 19 years old, and hardly understood how he was screwing things up when he was sober. Now that he was incredibly drunk and had essentially no control over what he was thinking and doing, he wasn't even considering the fact that he was screwing things up. If he survived to find someone willing to pull him out of the grave he was digging himself, it would be a long slow and painful process to bring him back from the level he had sunk to... and that was if he managed to survive.

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[Liz]

One fateful day made Liz what she has been ever since she moved to Pinewood. It was no drug deal, or death in the family. No major change except that she moved from her old home to a new one. She just had to sell her my favorite pony of all time, leave her friends, and start her life over. No problem at all right? No! The whole situation was nothing BUT a problem. Everything went down hill from the change and now, Liz was trying to fix everything back up again.....


It was a normal day in her freshman year of high school. She was just starting to get into the life of being a freshman and had amazing friends. Yes, it was just the start of her freshman year, but she had met most of the girls and for that matter, guys during orientation the day before school actually started. Texting was all the new rage, so she got everyone's numbers and slaved away at getting to know everyone well. She didn't have one particular best friend, but more than one was always better than only one. As she slowly started to fit in and be accepted, all the more she wanted to finish her high school career at her old home. She never wanted to move other than leaving for college, but her parents being on the selfish side wanted to move.

Liz parents were putting every ounce of effort into raising her the right way, but as she started to get older and could physically take care of herself, they left her alone a bit more. Often times, they would be busy working within the horse breeding and competing business. They often moved to where ever their work took them, which meant where ever the competitions were bigger and better than what they had before. This is why they wanted to move. Competitions where they were lacked anything special. They had amazing horses and they needed amazing competitions to compete in. So, they didn't exactly move to Pinewood, but to an area near Pinewood.

Now, on with the story. She came home after a pretty normal school day and noticed that something wasn't quite right. There were fewer horses in the fields than there previously had been. She ran inside the house quickly and found her parents. To her dismay, she soon found out that her parents had actually sold her most favored pony to a family that was going to use her as a field ornament. She could do nothing or say nothing. Her body was frozen as they broke the news to her. "It's better for you that the new owners took her earlier and before you came home. You'll see. Besides, we've decided that we are in fact moving to a bigger house with some fields. Unfortunately, we can only take the horses that will benefit our business." Her parents excuse. Without delay, she ran to her room, slammed the door, screamed and didn't want to come out, even to eat. It was the beginning of the end to her social life. She was moving and she had no permanent shoulder to lean on. Angel, the pony, was her lifeline when no others could help and at this moment, no others could help. Her friends tried talking to her, but to no avail. She was lifeless and even after the move, nothing was different.

If anything, different in a bad way. She made friends that were nothing but thugs. She hung out with them smoking and what not nearly every day. She was depressed and her parents didn't seem as interested in her. In fact, they were still only worried about their business and how that was going. Slowly, she was digging herself into a deep, dark, depressing hole of nothingness and she liked it that way. It was sad and melodramatic on her part. She could've handled it much differently than she had. Even so, she continued down a dark path until true friends tried to dig her out. She wanted to change her life and the in the middle of that change, she met Logan.

Logan, he was her life, but she was still partly the old Liz. This meant that Logan was bound to get hurt at times. You see along with drugs and the like, she dated guys like they were toys and often played around with them and others. Although she was starting to stop that habit, there was just something that sparked when she met Tyler. He was the bad boy in her life that she longed for, but Logan was truly what she needed. He would eventually straighten her out and then, if not along the way, she could help Tyler as much as she could. Her past was nothing easily forgotten and neither was Tyler's. Even though she couldn't make him forget it or even get it back. She could help him through it at times. What were best friends for anyway?


With that said, Liz was going to try and help, heck maybe even understand Tyler. That would probably not ever work out or even go well, but she could try. She didn't want to be any replacement to Vivian because there was no way that she could ever fill that position, but at the least she was going to be a damn good friend. Even though she hated Vivian to an extent there was just no way she could help herself and Tyler both, at the same time. There was no way in god's creation she could handle that. So, she truly belong with Logan and Vivian truly belong with Tyler. It was just meant to be and she couldn't change that.

Tonight was a night though that she could possibly help. She didn't want to have to betray Logan even more, but this was for a friend and to a point she did love Tyler. Not so much in the way that she loved Logan because that love could never be filled by anyone else. Her thoughts strayed for the moment and weighed pros and cons. There were plenty for each side, but she made her final decision. Yes, she was still under the influence so her thought process was a bit fuzzy. So, she wasn't making the best decisions right now. That still didn't stop her though. Tyler's short words only made her mind more settled. He obviously wanted company for some reason or another and right now Liz was his only company. She'd feel even worse if she just left him here by himself, completely defenseless and drunk as could be. Tyler needed Liz now more than ever even though she didn't know it.

Everything might end up effed up in the end, but Liz was willing to take that sacrifice...well, at least under the influence she was. Sober may have been a different story. Without much delay from his words, Tyler moved in once again. Liz soon felt his lips upon hers and she didn't protest. She slowly started to move closer to Tyler and soon had her arms around his neck. She stopped for a moment and looked at him. "I want to help you, but I can't if I don't know what's wrong. Tyler, I'm a really good friend and in certain ways I love you. I really do. " Yes, she was trying to have a conversation with a guy who was completely drunk, but oh well. She really did want to help him in some way. She paused for a moment in her talking and added, "Just understand that I love Logan more than you for obvious reasons, okay?" She continued to try and she didn't know if it was working, but she was trying and that was okay. She sighed for a moment and then started to kiss him again. For now though, it was very short and light kisses. She didn't want to be caught getting all over Tyler first.

[Tyler Haze]

None of what Liz was saying was registering in Tyler's mind. Right now he was much too drunk to comprehend even what he was saying. All he knew was that somehow there was some sort of acceptance in this. He had lost everything that had meant anything to him, and he desperately needed to find something more than the nothing that he had. Of course, all of this was meaningless in the end, but in his drunk mind it meant something. He was hurting, and he needed to do anything to to forget some of that pain at least temporarily. When he came to in the morning, it would all come flooding back... probably worse than before, but he had been suffering for so long, he needed some way to find relief, and this was the only way he knew how.

It was sad really, seeing Tyler reduced into this yet again. It had been nearly a year since he had fallen to this level, and now it was even worse. Before when he had nothing it wasn't this bad because he didn't know what it was like to have anything. Now he knew... now he understood what life was like to have something... he knew what it was like to have meaning, and to live for something. But in a moment of stupidity and weakness he had lost it all again, and losing everything that he had worked so hard to get was killing him. It hurt so bad he couldn't explain it even if he wanted to.

At the moment he felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest... something he hadn't ever experienced. He had felt heartbreak before when Alessandra died, but he hadn't ever felt this sort of heartbreak. No one had ever given his life meaning and then walked away. He had promised Vivian that he would love her forever... he had promised her that nothing would ever stop... and he meant every word of it. When he was drunk, it was like he wasn't Tyler. No, it really was no excuse at all, and Vivian was within her rights when she walked away from him. He had cheated on her, he had betrayed her, and he didn't blame her for leaving. But that didn't change how much it hurt.

When she had given him that ring back then turned around and kissed another man... he felt like he had died. Vivian was his life, and seeing her with someone else so soon after she broke up with him completely killed him. Just like he had promised her, he would never stop loving her... even if she had given the ring back to him, even if she turned right around and moved on with someone else like Tyler hadn't ever meant anything to her... he would never stop loving her. He would never get over watching her walk away and being powerless to stop it... he would never get over how much he loved her... he would never get over her, ever.

Now he just needed anything to get his mind off everything he had lost. He was certainly drunk enough... and if he got any more drunk he would probably overdose and end up dead. But somehow the pain was still there, it hadn't stopped. So in his completely drunk mind the next step to forgetting the pain and getting his mind off of all of this was getting laid. It was an unfortunate assumption on his part, but one he didn't realize was any worse than what he had already done. He had convinced himself that Vivian hated him and he would never have her in his life again, and now he had no reason to try to make things right in his life. He had no reason to try to fix everything he had ruined. She was his inspiration and his salvation... without her there was no point in everything.

Since he wasn't really comprehending anything Liz was saying, he wasn't really paying attention to it either. When she stopped talking, he put his hand on her jaw ever so tenderly. Stay. he said still softly and without any slurring. It was unfortunate really, for Tyler that he was so good at appearing sober when he was completely drunk... that was what had gotten him into this mess, and it was what would be getting him into it a lot deeper now than before. One screw up in his life always lead to another, and he really had to way of stopping it when there was no one there to point him in the right direction away from screwing up again.

In all honesty, the best thing that had happened to him aside from Alessandra, Vivian, and his baby... was Alex's brutal honesty and her lack of pity for him, as well as Sebastian's quickness to anger and violence. Alex had forced Tyler into seeing things the way they really were several times, which in turn had lead to him breaking down, and a little bit of his "alter ego" being killed off. Sebastian had forced Tyler to be much more cautious with the things he did so as to avoid the serious pain that was involved with pissing Seb off. Whenever he did something he would think twice about it to try to stay on Sebastian's good side.

Now, since everyone presumed Tyler had stabbed Seb last time they had run into each other, he was relatively sure Sebastian hated him even more. Since Alex disapproved of Tyler's violence, she was probably mad at him and wouldn't let him near his baby. Vivian hated him for cheating on her. Charlie, and in turn the entire police force, had it in for him for "attempting to kill Sebastian..." right now the only person who didn't hate him was Liz, and unfortunately for him, after tonight there was a good chance she would hate him too. He had set off a chain reaction and there was no stopping it now. The consequences of this domino effect was very likely going to end in Tyler's death. He couldn't keep living like this, and it was now only a matter of time.

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[Liz]

Poor Tyler. His life was plagued with misfortune, hardships, heartbreak, and crime and punishment. Everything you're told not to do as a kid, Tyler had done at some age. It quite honestly was pretty sad. For someone's life to be so screwed up was either horrible luck or Tyler had some special talent for finding trouble no matter where he went. What would happen later this night would be irreversible as all mistakes in the past are and always will be. As always, life was filled with nothing but choices and slowly, with time, both Liz and Tyler's discretion was fading. The alcohol was the sole thing that seemed to be calling all the decision making now. Although, Liz was a bit more sober than Tyler was, hence the reasoning. Unfortunately, Tyler was wasted and completely missed everything that Liz had tried to say. That was a good thing though because that little secret was best kept to herself. If that were ever to get out...oh boy was Liz's future grim. Some things are better kept secrets, is a simple saying that Liz should really learn how to follow. At times, she simply talks too much.

Life is interesting. At any one moment, it could, in some way, be taken away from you or even be taken away from the one you love. That, or the ones you love could suddenly not love you anymore and leave you. Either way, the life worth living would no longer be an option. That's what's happening with Tyler and what has happened with Logan and Liz earlier. Liz had once been attacked by a lunatic horse at the barn...

The day was brisk as Liz was exercising Cherokee. Like any other day, they worked on some dressage flat work and a tad bit of jumping. Liz and Logan had just recently gotten to know each other and become "best of friends." Their relationship was almost ready to be taken to the next stage, dating. They had met at the barn, of course. After doing so, they planned a trail ride that same day. They seemed to have hit it off at first sight. Their relationship was simply meant to be like Tyler's and Vivian's was. Anyway, after riding for about an hour, Liz untacked and put Cherokee back out into the field. She soon found another barn member riding his "noble steed" in the ring. Boy did that horse really put a new definition to noble steed. He was anything but a trusty steed that a knight in shining armour might ride. Every moment Liz watched she became more horrified at the owner's possibilities of death coming closer and closer. He was risking everything with the horse, but if it all worked out well, the horse would truly be on hell of a horse to compete against. This was the present though and the horse wasn't even close to being performance ready. In fact, he was barely ridable to say the least.

Eventually Liz struck up some conversation with the horse's owner, Santiago. She eventually found out that the horse's name was Fire's Aftermath...hmmm, I wonder why? All was well as long as Santiago kept the horse in the ring. Yes, Liz had a large amount of experience in the training department, but not with such a crazy horse. This craze lead Fire to do unimaginable deeds. As Liz and Santiago continued to talk, he became restless and before either of them knew it, Liz was cornered and her life flashed before her eyes. Hooves flailed, fierce whinnying was emitted, and then blackness was all that Liz remembered from the day. The next thing she knew, she was in the hospital and had slept for days. Logan had been there the whole time and that's really the first time that she really started to love him. He didn't have to stay in the hospital with her the whole time, but he did anyway. No other guy she had met or dated ever took the time to comfort her and take care of her like they should have. They only let her drug and life problems get worse until they couldn't deal with it anymore and dumped her. She went through this cycle with quite a few boyfriends. Logan was the first one though to care for her and pay the most attention to her and she loved him for that and so many other things.

Throughout their relationship to come though, there were going to be many hardships and even break ups, but if they lasted through it, they would be the perfect couple to get married some day. That is if Logan and Liz both would be able to work through Liz cheating on him with Tyler. Eventually Logan had had enough and he broke up with Liz. This didn't last long though seeing that they couldn't stand life without each other. Once again, they were simply meant to be together and no amount of drama could keep them apart. Or could it...


Liz had finished what she said and then started to forget exactly what she had said in the first place. Those drinks from earlier were now starting to take effect. They had been working very slowly at first, but not the effects were there and in full force. She wasn't having any second thoughts about anything she was doing. She was not out of her right mind and everything she did would be on accord of the alcohol. Her eyes had strayed when she was talking, but not that Tyler was holding her chin ever so tenderly, she looked deep into his eyes. His eyes held every emotion possible at the same time and it just goes to show how messed up he really was right now. She couldn't help but forget about all doubts from earlier. His voice was soft, quiet, and very comforting even though he was completely wasted. Liz was almost under a sort of trance now. She couldn't think about anything but Tyler right now. With somewhat slurred words, Liz said, " well...ookkay." Liz slowly moved her hand to his and wrapped her fingers gently around it. She smiled sweetly in his direction, "no matter what you do...I...I'llll always be there for you." Again her words weren't perfectly articulated, but her mind was working somewhat normally.

[Tyler Haze]

Tyler was totally engrossed in Vivian, and surprisingly enough, it wasn't just because she was kissing him or because her hands were dancing over the surface of his exposed skin seductively. He was actually attracted to Vivian...more than attracted actually. He didn't want to be, for several reasons, but he was. His first reason for not wanting to feel this way towards her was the belief that he had been lead to that anyone he got close to would end up dead or wishing they were. His second reason was because he had hurt so many people, and he didn't want to hurt her. And his third reason was, of course, Sebastian.

He wasn't afraid of Sebastian necessarily...at least not the pain that he knew he could inflict. Tyler could handle pain...heck he'd died once on the way to the hospital after getting shot three times in the chest...he could handle pain. Besides, if he chose to fight back, chances were Tyler could come out on top. He was 6' of muscle and after having been in jail so many times and living on the streets for so many years, fighting was something Tyler was pretty damn good at. But there was just something about him that Tyler feared...and he didn't really know what it was. Maybe it was because he was...co-father...of Alessandra's babies with him, maybe it was because he knew how much Sebastian hated him, or maybe there was just some deep underlying reason that no one knew about. But whatever it was, it was there, and Tyler couldn't change that.

He shuddered slightly at the gentle caressing of Vivian's hands on his chest, his breath caught in his throat, and it felt like his heart was going to explode within his chest from beating at such a tremendous rate. If this was what love was...he wasn't so afraid of it anymore. His hands drifted down her sides and rested on her hips as their lips met again. This was honest to God the first time Tyler had ever gone this far with a girl when he wasn't drunk. Sure he'd kissed other girls when he was sober, but this was a bit beyond that...this was borderline sex. As bad as that sounds, that's what it was.

There, alone in the darkened house, Tyler forgot everything. He forgot that Vivian was only 16 and he was 19, soon to be 20. He forgot that Sebastian hated him and the fact that he was in his house was very nearly deadly. He forgot that he'd just gotten out of jail. He forgot that Alessandra had died and that he had a baby that he was terrified to even look at. He forgot that his life had been a living hell the past while. In his mind the only thing that even existed was him, Vivian, and the room they were in, and even that didn't quite seem so real. Hell, none of this seemed real.

This wasn't supposed to happen to him. Tyler Haze wasn't supposed to fall in love once let alone twice. He was a criminal, a jail bird, an alcoholic, and very nearly on the verge of becoming a "manwhore." People like him weren't supposed to get lucky and fall in love. God knows he didn't deserve it. After everything he'd done, the only thing he deserved was four walls of concrete and metal bars...or else the electric chair. It was a sad day when a young man came to that conclusion...that the only thing he was deserving of was to be locked up or killed...to have his life taken away from him.

But here he was, alone in a house with Vivian Kings, lost in the passion that flowed between them. Perhaps if he hadn't been so totally engrossed with Vivian he would have heard the truck pull up. Perhaps he would have heard the door opening and closing. Perhaps he would have heard the voices or the foot steps on the stairs. Perhaps he would have heard or seen the door knob turning. Perhaps he would have made an escape out the window or something and no one except himself and Vivian would ever know that any of this had happened. It would be their secret, and no one else's... Unfortunately... he didn't.

Tyler's conscience and clear thinking had been drowned so much by the vast amount of alcohol he had consumed by now that he really wasn't even aware of what was happening. He didn't know who it was in his arms right now... he didn't know if this was actually happening or not... he didn't know if it was Vivian or someone else. He couldn't exactly see all that clearly anymore, and right about now he didn't even remember why he had been drinking in the first place. He had passed the point of being unable to remember the night's events a long time ago, and he would have absolutely no recollection of any of this come tomorrow morning when he came to. He would have a raging hangover and migraine which would practically cripple him, but he would have no idea what he had or hadn't done that night.

Next thing he knew, he had taken Liz's hand and was pulling her off towards a room, beginning to get a bit unsteady on his feet, which meant he really was quite far gone and wouldn't last much longer before he passed out, but even so, as far as he had taken it already was a "crime" against Logan and Liz's relationship... and really against himself as well, but he was much too wasted to even think about that. The two of them were only going to get themselves into more trouble, and Tyler was only going to make his life a hell of a lot more filled with regret than it already was, which was saying a lot considering how much he regretted... but right now, he was just a hurting young man with no direction in his life, and no one to point him the right way. He was a tragedy in and of himself, and right now it seemed there would be no resolution.

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[Liz]

The events of earlier tonight played in her mind. So did the questions that built tried to keep her from falling in too deep. They came running at her trying to keep her away from what only seemed inevitable. There was one thing she could do to just stop everything. She could change the future easily. All she had to do was deny Tyler her hand and walk out of the dance club. It was that easy. But, of course, she was under the influence, and she would not be thinking in any logical matter. There was a tiny trace of what conscious she had left after all the drinks, but she would have to have a miracle to be able to do anything with it. Needless to say, unless there was some miracle, right this instant, Liz was going to be involved in a plethura of problems in the next few days. If sober, she would definitely have felt all the stress build upon her shoulders at that exact moment, but while under the influence none of that occurred. Her thoughts, feelings, actions, everything that functioned normally sober, was totally messed up.


Returning home from riding, she showered, dried her hair and then styled it up with some curls and a partial up-do. Along with this, she slipped on a somewhat revealing top and some pretty tight, but very flattering pair of blue jeans. To make the outfit work, she slipped on a lacey pair of high heels and then grabbed her keys. She looked amazing, to say the least. Soon, she was off to the dance club and ready to get a few drinks.

Walking in confidently, she showed and ID and got in. Sitting down at a stool she called the waiter over and ordered two drinks. This was a start for now and she would try not to go much more than this. She didn't want to get wasted, that was the last thing she wanted to do. Either way, she just wanted to relax a bit tonight.

She soon ordered a drink or two and began to drink them without care. Looking up from playing with her glass, she ordered another and soon began drinking from it. While looking up though she soon noticed a figure that she recognized. Large build, dark hair, handsome, but something was different. She knew who this man was on the outside, but deep down he was not the same person. Body language communicated that he was in no mood for fighting or even caring about his self protection. She scanned him over quietly, thinking about all of the things she had been through involving him. The hospital, then the boat party, chatting in different places, and the like. So many things had blurred together that it seemed like they all happened in the same day and at the same time. Logan had been mad with her many times and...unfortunately had broken up over it. Tyler got depressed and so many things went tumbling down the drain. It was simply a mess and Liz regretted ever doing any of it. She hated the fact that she made Tyler and Logan both practically hate her.

She sighed, all of these thoughts were making her own mind distressed and overall more depressed than she ever had been. Life was tough, but most people were even tougher. Tyler had literally been through hell and back and there a couple more times. He'd been through anything and everything and no one could blame him for wanting to give up on his life right now. Heck, if Liz was in that position she would have quite MUCH MUCH earlier. She would've found someway to die and leave her remains here just so she wouldn't have to live the torturous life that Tyler had to. Although, it made him that much stronger.

Finishing up her drink, she pushed the glass aside and walked over to where he was. She didn't know what to say or do as she wouldn't be able to do anything to console him. Quite honestly no one could, when he was in this mode, it took Vivian to get him out of it. A thought crossed Liz's mind...where was Vivian and why was Tyler here...without her? She pushed the thought to the back of her mind and continued towards him until she was a few feet away. Her voice came out soft and not overly pleasant. This wasn't the time to try and fake that everything was okay. Even with not knowing what was wrong, she knew something was NOT okay. Possibilities ran through her mind, but she kept coming back to one and then as soon as it came up, pushing it aside. Couldn't be...could it?? She focused again and then spoke, "Tyler?!" Her face held worry and some confusion she wanted to see him perky and happy, with Vivian...loving her. They were meant for each other. Seriously. Together, they made each other better and without each other, well...things went haywire.



From there, the night consisted of Liz trying to help Tyler. At this point though, no one could have helped him. He was too beyond wasted and no one could help him, very easily that is. Slowly she drifted to not being able to help him herself. The drinks had started to take effect and along with all of Tyler's decision making ability hers went too. So, there they were two drunk people with no thoughts of their own what so ever with a past of being around each other and casuing trouble for Logan. Both Liz and Tyler were like that though. They loved their lovers, but under the right circumstances they would tend to cause trouble. Maybe that's what brought them together so often. This continuousness was a very bad thing on everyone around them. Vivian, Logan, friend's of Vivan's and many more. Neither of two were ever really aware of this until what they'd done was done and over. The past was the past and now, Liz was imagining the very near future.

She slowly got up with Tyler leading and followed him. Her vision was a bit blurry and balance was off, so she stumbled a bit, but she followed him nonetheless. Soon, it would be too late to take back any of the following things that they were going to do. She smirked slightly at him and continued to follow him until they were together. What was to come could be considered a crime against both people's judgements and those who care for them. Life was life those, every day, hour, minute, and second people make decisions that may make or break them. This moment was one of these times and the future would definitely break Tyler and Liz. It was going to suck, yes, but that was Life and Liz could have prevented this quite easily.