Disclaimer: See Chapter One

The Midnight Blues Bar

11:20 p.m.

Brian Stanton sat at the bar, drinking a glass of vodka. He put down his drink and looked down at his watch. He groaned and polished off the rest of the drink. He then paid the bartender and left the bar. The night air was cool against his warm skin as he made his way to his car.

When he found his car, he took out his keys and fumbled to get it in the door.

"Hey!" a voice to his left called out.

"Huh?" he grunted, turning to look at the person.

When he turned he was hit in the head with a baseball bat. Brian fell to the ground unconscious.

"Don't drink and drive." Jarod muttered looking around to see if anyone had saw him do that.

When he saw the coast was clear, he took the keys from Brian's hand, unlocked the doors, and opened the backseat door. He then picked up the man's body and after a moment of struggle, he put him in the backseat. Shutting the door, Jarod looked around again, then got in the front seat. After starting the car, he pulled out of the parking lot, and drove away.

An Abandon Warehouse

11:45 p.m.

Brian awoke feeling like a truck had hit him. He looked around. He was lying on the floor of an abandon warehouse and he was tied up. He was beginning to feel afraid. What am I doing here? he wondered.

"Oh. You're up. Good." A voice said.

Brian recognized the voice. It was the same voice from the parking lot. Looking up he saw a man with dark hair and eyes standing above him.

"What do you want?" Brian asked the man.

"Answers." Replied the man.

"What answers?" Brian was quickly confused.

"The answers to my questions."

"What questions?"

"Will you just shut the hell up?!"

Brian flinched at the loudness of the man's voice.

"Are you or are you not dating a woman name Michealina Parker?"

"I am."

"Good answer. Are you or are you not abusing her?"

"I'm not."

"Wrong answer!"

The man produced a baseball bat from behind his back and hit him with it. Brian cried out in pain.

"Are you or are you not abusing her?" repeated the man.

"I—I am."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"Bad answer." The man hit him again.

"Why?" the man said again.

"Because!"

"Because WHY?"

Out of the fear of being hit again, Brian practically screamed: "Because she is a spoiled rotten bitch who deserves to be put in line."

"Bad answer!!" the man yelled hitting him again.

"OWWWWW!!!! Who are you and why the hell are you doing this to me?!" demanded Brian.

"It doesn't matter." Replied the man, "One last question: Did you kill that woman in LA?"

"What woman?" asked Brian.

The man hit him---harder than ever---"You know what I'm talking about."

"If I answer will you stop hitting me?"

"No."

"Then I won't answer."

The dark haired man hit him again. "You always give bad answers." He stated.

"Okay! Okay!" Brian yelled, "I did it. I killed the woman."

"Why?"

"Because she was just like Parker. A spoiled rotten bitch that deserved it!!!"

Brian flinched as he expected another blow, but was surprised when he heard footsteps instead. There came another voice.

"Good job, Jarod." The other voice said.

Brian looked up to see a cop shaking hands with the dark haired man.

"Oh, shit." He said.

"Brian Stanton, you are under arrest for the murder of Samantha Phillips and the assault of Michealina Parker." The cop said, picking up Brian and leading him away, reading him his rights "What ever you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney…"

Jarod smiled and left the warehouse. Justice was always a good thing.

Miss Parker's House

12:01 a.m.

When Jarod re-entered the house and walked into the living room, he found Sydney and Broots sitting on the couch.

"Parker is asleep." Sydney told him.

"What happened?" asked Broots.

"I gave Brian a taste of his own medicine." Answered Jarod, sitting down on the floor.

"Meaning?"

"I beat him with a baseball bat until he confessed to abusing her and murdering a woman in LA. Then he was arrested by a Police Officer that I had been working with."

"Did he really kill a woman in LA?" Broots asked.

"Yes." Jarod stood. "I'm gonna head out."

"Shouldn't you say good-bye to Parker?" asked Broots.

"Yeah." The Pretender headed upstairs.

Inside her bedroom, Jarod approached her bedside. He gazed down at her. She looked like an angel. He leaned down and kissed her cheek.

"I love you, Michealina." He whispered.

Parker awoke as she heard Jarod's voice. When she opened her eyes, he was gone. I hate it when he does that. she thought.

"I love you, too, Jarod." She whispered with a smile.

The End

(I suck at writing endings)