The Sad Reality
Chapter Four
Worry, pain, fear, anxiety, angry, hate, and nausea, churns away inside Jarod's body tonight. He glances over at Parker setting in the passenger seat of his car, top down, the wind whipping through their hair.
His huntress moaned… for the umpteenth time didn't want her hair all messed up, had no scarf she had hissed to him.
'Oh, stop your fucking whining.' He thought shifting gears while he drove. 'I've someone that is a hell of a lot more god damn important than you, ice-queen.' He cuts his eyes over at her for a moment and ran the red-light.
The same feelings apply for Parker as well while she watches Jarod out the corner of her eye. She could feel Jarod's angry radiating from his body.
She hated to admit it to herself, but she feared him. His nostrils flared. His eyes were cold, dark, and filled with angry. Profanity spewed out of his mouth. He acted as though he was an erupting volcano.
He had preferred to hide his emotions away where the woman was concerned as if she never existed at all. Yet Parker knew differently because he had wept over this woman along with declaring his love for her to Parker. And she cried on the inside for she had lost- lost her childhood friend, the one that had always been there for her. She turned her head from his view and swatted the tears away.
"I'm sorry Jarod." She whispers to him.
"Yeah, so you keep saying." Coldness cloaks his voice and she finds herself shivering.
She watches the ocean waves come raging to shore as they drove along the scenic route. It reminds her of Jarod's actions tonight and let out a sigh. 'Way to go, Parker. He is the only god damn one that you had come to trust and what did you do?' she asks herself while she continues to think about everything that they had been though at, The Centre, and after his escape.
He reaches up and adjusts the rearview mirror. "I didn't lie about needing, and wanting you, Jarod. It's just that I…" she was interrupted.
"Had another fucking weak moment!" he bit back.
"Bullshit, because when I'm at work I can't afford to have weak moments!" she hisses into his dark eyes and sighs because she has confess to him again, "Look call it whatever you desire, Jarod. The true of the matter is that it was a bet that I…" she is interrupted.
"Just knew that you would win because you had an ace up your sleeve, ME!" his finishes her sentence for her.
His jawbone flinches, his blood boils, furious doesn't even come close as to how he feels.
"You never, ever considered the fact that I had, had enough of you cold rejections and put a period at the end of us, Parker. That I had move on and had found someone that I have come to love. I pretended not to love the most precious thing in life to me. I let her walk away and I did nothing to stop her because I was fucking protecting her from the Centre and you! God damn it Parker don't you understand I fucking knew that you were fucking lying to me because of our past. Fuck!" He yelled out and makes a right turn.
"I said that I was fucking sorry, LAB-RAT. But was it so god damn wrong of me to think that the one person who has been there for me will…"
"Shut the fuck up, Parker! JUST SHUT YOUR FUCKING TRAP BEFORE I SHUT IT FOR YOU!" His words spew out of his mouth like the fourth of July celebration, "Fuck! Shit! Fuck!" His chin and bottom lip began to tremble.
She flinches every time his left fist pounds against the steering wheel.
"Jarod, please you and me… we."
He scrunches up his face as his head slowly turns to her. "There will never be an us! So forget about it."
Jarod began to sob again, his mouth slightly ajar, tears began to flow down his cheeks, while he takes the next street, his throat tightens, his chest hurt for two reasons, Jarod clears his throat, one last turn and he is at the destination of his choice.
For the past several moments Parker had let her tears flow freely down her face. The two childhood friends sat in the black mustang Cobra, the heated argument between them had come to a halt for the moment.
Parker watches as Jarod open his door and then came to her side, he opens her door and extends his right hand to her and she graciously accepts it. Jarod leads her up the stone walkway onto the wooden deck to the French doors of a yellow cottage by the sea. He continues to hold her hand as his free one knocks on the door. Then whomever they had come to see opens the door and Parker became weak in the knees.
"Sydney?"
TBC