posted on 27-Nov-2002 5:42:03 PM by care bears
Title: The Unwanted Children

Disclaimer: I have no affiliation with Roswell or any one associated with it. I don't own anything, all of the Roswell characters belong to Jason Katims. Please don't sue me I have nothing.

Rating: PG-13 to NC17

Category: Liz and Zan

Summary: I don't know you read it and tell me. Well, it is about true love, hate, passion, lust, and most importantly Zan and Liz. But if you think of anything I can add please write it in feed back and I will put it understand my summary. Oh one more thing Liz is 16 and Zan is 18.



My life is complete hell. All of the time all I can think is why did my parents even have me. I am the unwanted child. My friends don't know who I am. They are always saying how distant I am. How I am not they person they grow up with. Well, I am only 16 so I don't see how they can say that. I can't wait to move out of my house. My dad he hits me. I don't get that either. When he does it, all I can think is that I have done something wrong and I deserve it. I am being the good daughter by covering it up. My mom she always yells at me. She says how unhappy she is. I am sick of it. I don't really care. So what they don't want me I don't want them or need them. I can be the unwanted child forever. I just wish that I could find someone who would love me and want me. I want to be wanted so much it hurts sometimes.

The first boyfriend I ever had was Zan Evans. It was when I was in sixth grade and he was in eighth. He loved me. This was when my dad started drinking. My dad told me I was a slut that we were moving because he could not stand to see me ruin a good boys life. That Zan had a future and I did not. We packed up that night and I moved here to Roswell New Mexico. I never got to say good bye. Every night I think of Zan coming and saving me. You could say that I am hopeless right.

I have a plan I am not staying here anymore. I am leaving for good. Zan is never coming to save me.
I have waited to long for him. He is never coming I just have to accept that. My dad is always telling me if I don't like it there is the door don't let it hit me on the ass. Well, I think that I just might that is "great advise" for once. I really won't miss them. My mom and dad if you can even call them that. To me they are just a sperm and an egg. Nothing more and nothing less.

Somehow I just wish that my life was different. That I could have been born to a different family. It seems that my luck is running out and my life is only starting. I am running away. I don't have to come back here to this hell hole and I never will. I will never look back. I have money and lots of it. I have been saving up since I was eight. If my "family" ever knew I had this money they would have just taken it away and spent it on something that we did not need. I will be fine you don't have to worry about me.


I am sick of Isabel always bugging me. I don't want to go out with any of her friends. I don't care. My life is hell. I don't know what I want and my mom and dad keep bugging me. I am not a freak. There is no reason they have to call me that. Over the years I have built up my walls. They are miles high and long. I trust no one. That is what you have to do when you have a life like mine.

Yeah some could stay that I was normal. In eight grade. God that was such a long time ago. Now piercings cover my lip, and eyebrow. I am hard-core. I turned eighteen last week. I got tattoo's that cover my arms. My mom hates them. She said that I could never be the son she adopted. That I was a freak and that she wanted all of this to stop. I told her she might as will go fuck dad because I am sick en tried of her bitchen. Yeah I have a great life.

I don't understand life. First their is this nine letter word called happiness. What the fuck is happiness. I would like to meet one person that is happy and that there life is not fuck up. Come on everyone life is fucked up. No one is really normal. We are just all waiting to die. What is the purpose of life? We all life, and die that is it. Whatever you put in the middle of that is bull shit.

I don't know sometime I wonder if there is something better out there waiting for me. Waiting for me it find it. I wish my life could be meaningful. I don't want to just take up air. That is pointless. God I wish everyone would just stop trying to make my family perfect we are not. Isabel, my mom, and dad they try to be but they are not. Oh well I guess I was put here to show they world how unprefect we truly are.

I wonder what ever happened to the girl that lived off of main street. My dad said that she was trash and to stay away from her. But I thought that she was the epitome of a perfect child. Sometime when she would think no one was watching she would have this sad look on her face. It almost wanted to make me go up and hug her. I don't even know where all of these random thoughts are coming from. I remember I was going out with her and then she left. NO good bye or nothing. I still can't believe my dad called her white trash. All she wanted to do was fit in. It seemed like she was so unwanted that is how I felt. Maybe I still do feel like that. Oh well you can't tell anyone that because I am the duke. I'm the man.

Please give me some feed back

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posted on 28-Nov-2002 4:07:47 PM by care bears

Title: The Unwanted Children

Disclaimer: I have no affiliation with Roswell or any one associated with it. I don't own anything, all of the Roswell characters belong to Jason Katims. Please don't sue me I have nothing.

Rating: PG-13 to NC17

Category: Liz and Zan

Summary: I don't know you read it and tell me. Well, it is about true love, hate, passion, lust, and most importantly Zan and Liz. But if you think of anything I can add please write it in feed back and I will put it understand my summary. Oh one more thing Liz is 16 and Zan is 18.




I ran away that night. I drove my car. The only thing that I am really thankful for, that I got from the sperm and the egg. I drove to New York. That was the only place that ever felt like a home to me. I knew that I had to get a job. So I got one at a bar. I know what you are thinking how can you do that you are only 16. Well, that is the great thing about fake id's. You can be as old as you wanted.

I found an apartment. After that I have about two thousand dollars left. I was so tried the trip to New York had taken me a week. All I wanted to do was sleep, but I had no bed. The only thing that was in the apartment was a refrigerator, bathroom, sink, washer, and dryer. I went to the furniture store just to find a bed but I ended up getting a lot more then that. It only took them an hour to deliver the bed, couch, table, TV and TV stand I had gotten. I never thought that being on your own could be hard. Sleep I need sleep, I started my job in two days. I have saved enough money for two more months of rent at least that was a happy thought.



I am finally getting on with my life. I have got a job at a bar. They asked me how old I was so I lied. I said 21 but I am only 18. But hey would you mess with a thug like me. I know that it is going to easy money. I soon as I save up enough money I am leaving my parents house. I am starting to hate the old rents more and more each day. I could graduate early, I found that out a couple of days ago so I did. I can almost taste freedom.

My dad told me if I got one more tattoo that he was going to kick me out. He said that this rebellion was getting out of control. I couldn't care less what he thinks. This is not rebellion it is me. Like it or not it is me.

I told him that I was just buying my time. He brought his hand up to smack me. I looked him in the eye and said go ahead and do it. I think he was afraid. I hate there perfect world. I need to do something. Smoking a little of my best friend "MR. Pot" might just do the trick. I need the high since I am "rebelling."

So sleepy. Must Sleep.




My arms hurt. The first couple of days at the bar was hard. Everyone is nice to me. Expect this one person. He keeps running into me. By my count I have spilled 28 drinks on my self. Every day I work with him, he runs into me. All of the costumers turn and laugh. In fact he even laughs. The nerve of him. What a jerk. I come home smelling like alcohol. The neighbors must think that I am an alcoholic. I am going to get him back one of these days. You just wait.

God he is just such an egoistical bastard. His name in Zan. There is no way he can be my Zan. He is all pierced up. Which if I did not hate him I might think it was cute? Plus all of the tattoo's on his arms. I have not seen them all. One reason I probably have not is because I a too busy starring at his muscles. God then with his amber eyes. I could get lost in those eyes. No. No. No... I do not like him I hate him. No X- Rate thoughts.

If my life was a comic book it would be Liz Parker saving the day. Fighting against her ACH NEMESIS Zan Whatever his last name it is. I wonder who my side kick would be? Spider man? No, I don't think so I am afraid of highs. Which also rules out Superman, Batman, All of the X-Men., and Mighty Mouse. I got it the Brawny Man. You know the paper towel guy. He could help me fight Zan and then also help me to clean the apartment.

He. He. He... God sometimes I wish that my brain would Shut Up. I wonder what I will think of next.


"God I hate you would you watch what you are doing. How and I going to serve people when you keep making me drop the drinks. You are so FUCKING STUPID." I scream at Zan.

I bend down to help her pick up the broken glass. A piece of it cuts my hand. The cut in deep and there is a little pool of blood in my hand. I keep picking up glass not telling her this. She would never understand. I not fucking stupid. She has no right to call me that. I'm the man. I will just have to show her. She cannot push this duke a round.

"Just because you a whore does not mean I am stupid. Your such a bitch. I am not ever going to ride your ho train. Just because I know you want to jump my bones right here." I tell Liz with a grin on my face.

Maybe that was the wrong thing to say to Liz. Her eyes have tears in them. It looks like she is trying not to cry. God sometimes I don't know when to stop. I can be such an ass. I have to stop thinking like this Liz deserves whatever she gets.

Fuck this shit. Fuck being nice. I am not nice Liz Parker anymore. I will not ever take this shit again. God I hate Zan, he has no fucking right. I am trying to make it on my own. Why can he just leave me a lone it would be so much easier if he would just leave me alone?

I don't know what I am going to do. But I am sick en tried of his shit. I need to get away from Zan. God seems like he is every where. I stand up and throw the pieces of glass I have already picked up back on the floor.

Zan stands up dropping his piece as well. He comes up to me. He is to close. I can feel his breath on my neck. If I lean a little closer I could feel is goatee hair on my hair as well.

"You are such a bitch" he whispers in my ear.

I start to hit him. He stands there like it is not even bothering him. He grabs my hands tightly. He is hurting me but I can ever tell him that. I start to kick him. God I feel so tried. I don't want to do this anymore. I want to be in a nice warm bed. In an apartment that is not cold. I am sick en tried of working here. I make so little money. I just need to veg out of a couple of days and I am sure that I will be fine.

Liz stops kicking me and slumps in my hands. I have to re-grip her. I don't want her to fall on the floor. I don't know what to do. I sit Liz on one of the bar stools. I go to the boss and tell him what has happened. He tells me to take the rest of the day off and to take Liz home.

Liz feels so weak in my arms. I carry her out to my bike. I look her over. My blood is all over her arms where I have grabbed her. Besides that fact she looks fine. I don't know how I am going to get her home. I don't know where she lives. How to get her on my bike?

Why is this happening to me? I am Zan. I don't want to be stuck with this bitch. This is not my fault, it is not my fault. I will not be taking the blame for this one. The duke had nothing to do with this. You can even try to pin this on me.

Finally I deiced that the safest bet would be to put her in front of me. I am going to take her to the "Perfect House" and wait until she wakes up.


Please give me feed back.

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posted on 9-Dec-2002 12:21:14 AM by care bears
Title: The Unwanted Children

Disclaimer: I have no affiliation with Roswell or any one associated with it. I don't own anything, all of the Roswell characters belong to Jason Katims. Please don't sue me I have nothing.

Rating: PG-13 to NC17

Category: Liz and Zan

Summary: I don't know you read it and tell me. Well, it is about true love, hate, passion, lust, and most importantly Zan and Liz. But if you think of anything I can add please write it in feed back and I will put it understand my summary. Oh one more thing Liz is 16 and Zan is 18.


Part 2


"Great Zan now your bring home white trash."

"Shut up Is - a - bitch you have no idea what you are talking about now get the fuck out of my way." I shoved pass her carrying Liz in my arms.

God what am I doing. I am going soft. How could I left this happen. I just need to get Liz to wake up so I can take her home. She is so light. Her hair is so soft, and her skin is smooth. Stop it Zan I just need to get a hold no myself.

"Dad no stop. Please don't hurt me. I will be good I promise."

Great now Liz is having a nightmare. Is that what you would call it because it is day time? What am a going to do. I should have told the bitch off when I had the time. Now Liz is at my house. This is going to be great. God I can't wait to see the look on dad's face.

"Where am I." I hear a faint voice asking me.

"Zan is that you."

"Yeah Liz how are you feeling are you OK." I asked her.

"That last thing I remember is you being mean to me. We were fighting, and ... you called me all of those horrible things."

"Yeah will princess you weren't so mean your self."

"Princess I am not a princess. God you are such an egoistical bastard. I want to go home."

My door swings open and I am suddenly standing face to face with me dad. He looks piss. Liz looks at us both. Oh god dad don't saying anything just wait until I come back please don't say any. If there is a god please don't let him say anything.

"Zan this is the last straw. I want you things packed by tonight. You are no longer welcomed in this house." My dad yells at me.

"Fine dad let me pack a few things and I am gone. God I always knew that I was your little unwanted child. I am happy to get out of here. You can go fuck Isabel anytime you want. I know mom likes watching you." I scream back at him. We are having a yelling match and I am not going to lose.

I am so pissed. Why does this have to happen now? I look over at Liz she is watching me carefully.

"You have one hour and then I want you out. Anything that is left I am going to sell." Dad screams at me slamming the door. The whole house shakes.

"Bastard" I scream back at him but it is no use he is gone. Liz stands up and walks over to me. There are tears in her eyes. She looks worried.

"Zan I am so sorry. I caused this didn't I. You got kick at because of me I am so sorry." Liz starts to cry. I pull her into a hug. She feel so good in my arms like she has always belonged there, but I could never tell Liz that.

"No tears doll face everything will be OK. I take you home just let me pack up a couple of things." I tell Liz.

"I help you pack." Liz tells me.

I wipe her tears off with my thumbs, and the pads of me hands. I pulled my bag out of my closet. Liz starts to hand my cloths of my dresser. While I put them in the bag.

"Liz you can skip that one there is nothing in there, " I tell her.

She turns to me. Her face is bright red. Great Liz is holding up my playboys. I give her one of my grins that usually melts away at a girls heart but I don't think that it is going to work. She start to laugh as she hands them to me.

"So Zan have you have any orgasmic experiences with these." She says laughing at me.

Oh god Liz did not just say that.

"Is that everything?" Liz asked.

"Yes, that is all, I have. It's kind of funny 18 years at this house and I only have one bag of belongings."

"Your 18 how can that be?" Liz asked me surpassingly.

"I lie when they asked me." I tell her. "Liz you can't tell anyone I could lose my job." I watch her as she is standing there laughing at me.

"It is OK, I lied to. I am only 16." Liz looks at me.

"Come on I will take you home. I don't think that my day could get any better." I tell Liz.

Then we hear the thunder, and the rain starts to pore down. I start laughing. I really don't know why. To me this is all so funny.

"Zan what is it." Liz asks.

"You will see I say as we walk outside." I strap my bag into the bike. And hand Liz the helmet. I hop on and look at her.

"You have got to be kidding me right. You want me to get on the bike in the rain." Liz asked.

"Yeah princess that was the game plan."

Liz hops on the bike behind me. I lean around and put her hands above around my waist. I whisper back to her hold on then start the bike. The rain does not stop in fact I would have to say it get worst. By the time we reach her building we are both soaked.

Liz get off she starts to walk up the steps then turns to me.

"Where are you going to stay."

"Liz don't worry about me I will find someone to stay with."

"Zan you could stay here and all. I mean I don't have much but it is my fault you got kicked out of your house."

"Liz I am the man I'm sure I can find someone to stay with, you don't have to worry your pretty face off."

"Zan come on you can stop the act for one night. Please I... I... don't want you to back out there tonight it is not safe. Please just stay with me."