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The Insanity of Our Lives
Chapter 1. Answers
"What?!" she said as she picked up the cell phone lying on the bed next to her table.
" I was getting a little bored, so I decided to call," replied the deep voice of a man from the other end.
"Jarod, you never call without a reason," she replied groggily.
She glanced over at her clock: three thirty in the morning. Leave it to him to call at an ungodly hour of the night.
"Who said I didn't have a reason?" he replied sarcastically.
"Just cut to the chase," she said angrily.
She was definitely starting to get annoyed with Jarod. This had been the first night in a while that she hadn't stayed up all hours of the night thinking about the one thing her life seemed to be full of, secrets and lies.
" You obviously haven't checked yesterday's mail yet. I sent you something that you might find interesting to say the least."
" What is it?" she replied curiously.
" Answers Miss Parker. Answers."
And with that last cryptic message, he disconnected the call.
Jarod always had a way of disappearing in the middle of a phone call. Especially when things start to get interesting. It annoyed her to no ends.
She hopped out of bed, and started making her way towards the front door. She hurried as fast as she could to her mailbox, a little curious about whatever it was Jarod sent her. When she opened the mailbox, all she found was an envelope with her name on it written in Jarod's handwriting. She tore it open as fast as she could. There was a note and a DSA inside. The note read:
Miss Parker,
This is the key to your past.
-- Jarod
There was no stamp, address, or anything. Jarod was probably nearby.
Inside, she grabbed her DSA player, and put the DSA in as fast as she could, her fingers trembling in the process.
"Mr. Parker, I believe that's my daughter you're holding in your arms," said the unmistakable voice of Raines.
"Don't get used to the idea, Able. She's going to be raised as my daughter, "Mr. Parker said, " Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take my little angel to her mother."
And with that, he walked out of the room.
"My angel," said Raines to himself, "My angel."
There was a little bit more on the DSA, but she didn't care to see the rest. So Raines truly was her father, and the man she had called father for her entire life was really her uncle. At least she knew who she was.
She closed up the DSA player and went back to bed spending the rest of the night tossing and turning.
Another night's sleep down the drain.
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"Miss Parker!" shouted Broots excitedly as she walked through the old Sim Lab door.
"What, Broots?" she said slightly annoyed.
"I found Jarod!" he said
"Don't leave me hanging here, Broots. Where is he?" she asked, angrily.
"He's working as a tenth grade Biology teacher at a school down in Clarksville, TN," he replied.
" Good work Broots. What are we waiting for?"
"Nothing. Sydney's at home sick. Apparently he caught the flu or something."
Soon they were on their way to Clarksville. Broots sat quietly in the seat across from her working on his laptop. She continued to ponder about what she had learned the previous night about her past. She didn't want to believe any of it. She half hoped it was all a lie, and that Genius Boy had fake the DSA, but something in her heart said that wasn't true. She knew Jarod would never do a thing like that. He had never held back anything from her past. If he found something, he always gave it to her. The games he played in the process of telling her some dark secret were annoying, but at least he left breadcrumbs for her to follow.
She glanced over at Broots. He was still working on his laptop doing who knows what. He looked up when she looked over at him.
"A penny for your thoughts Miss Parker?" he asked in a caring tone.
"Broots, trust me you don't want to know what I'm thinking," she said warningly.
" I wonder what Debbie's doing right now," he said, taking the hint.
" Who knows. Listen. How long did you say Jarod had been at his current job?"
"About a week."
"Great, just great. Whatever he's doing he's probably done with it by now. This is probably going to be another dead end."
" You never know Miss Parker," said Broots hopefully. He could tell something was up with her. He wasn't sure what, but he was definitely gonna get to the bottom of it.
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"Jarod, I don't know what we would have done without you," replied Mrs. Anderson, a widow whose husband had been the previous Tenth Grade Biology teacher at the school he was working at. Mr. Anderson was found murdered outside of the school on a Monday morning. He had been shot to death. The F.B.I. investigated the crime and concluded that he was the victim of a drive-by shooting. After reading the newspaper article, he realized something didn't feel right about the murder, so he decided to make it his next pretend. He discovered that a fellow teacher had paid a local gang to murder to the man in cold blood because Anderson had stumbled on to an arms business he was running. The man sold just about every type of weapon you could imagine. Naturally, Jarod confronted the man and exacted his revenge upon him. He was now sitting in a federal prison.
"Hey, it was no problem. Here before I leave, there's something I want you to have," said Jarod.
He handed her a white envelope full of money.
"Jarod I can't take this."
"Please. It was something that was owed to me," he replied. Of course, he had kind of stolen the money from the Centre, but it was the least they could do considering what they put him and his family through. It was only suiting that Centre money be used to help a family in need.
"Thank you Jarod. If there's anything I can do for you please don't hesitate to ask."
"No, that's alright…. now that I think about it, there is a little something you can do for me. You see those people who just got out of those black sedans? Give them this," he said, handing her a red notebook.
" I will Jarod. Once again, think you so much."
Jarod didn't really stay to hear her say thank you. His survival instincts were kicking in, and he knew he needed to get away from the school. He ran as fast as he could without attracting too much attention from Miss Parker and the sweeper team. His rental car was near the back of the school.
He was near the back exit, when he heard a very familiar voice shout his name.
"Jarod!" shouted Parker, "Get him!"
The entire sweeper team turned when they heard his name, and began to chase him. It was now a mad dash to his car. He ripped the glass door open, but before he could clear the door, he heard two shots being fired.
One bullet shattered the door, and the other found its mark in his leg.
So? What do you think? Is it good? Should I even bother to continue? This is my first Pretender Fanfic so please go a little easy on me.
