Parker Poses
By: Olivia

"Things just won't do without you matter of fact, I'm on your back...If you'd accept surrender give up some more/Weren't you adored?/I cannot be without you...If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you...Another heart is cracked/It's you, I'm on your back."-Foo Fighters-"Walking After You"


When Jarod reached out with his handcuffed hands to hold mine, I wanted to cry as I pushed him away. But Parker's don't cry.

Jarod wanted the one thing I was unwillingly to give him, the thing he most desires, the thing most precious to him-his freedom. Five years spent chasing Jarod, chasing the truth, had all come to this moment. It was the turning point he spoke of. I held the power in my hands, the power to release him, to take a stand against the Center. But the truth is, however horrible the Center is, it is all I have ever known, it is the only family that I've known, and to turn my back on it now...

But there was an even deeper reason behind my motives. It is a reason I can barely admit to myself and would never admit to another soul, especially Jarod. Jarod summed it up: He runs and I chase. That's the way it's always been. But now, the Center has him back. And I have him back.

The truth is I want him; I need him in my life. I'm afraid that if I let him go, if he was given his freedom, he would leave and I would never see him again. So he runs and I chase. Only this time, I've caught him. And I don't want to let him go. He's the truth I've been searching for.

Even if I left the Center, he wouldn't want to be with me. And why should he? I've given him no reason. I've chased and harassed him and tried to take away his freedom, to bring him back to the Center.

At least here and now, at least at the Center, we will be together again. And maybe, some of that emptiness I feel will disappear. And maybe, some of his goodness will rub off on me. But how can that happen when I'm so selfish and so unwillingly to give up the person that has come to mean the most to me?

Please do not cry, Jarod. Do not turn my heart to pity. Do not make me, in a moment of weakness, release you. I would be lost without you. And if you run, I will be forced to chase you.