Happiness is sometimes fleeting.
This might be a repeat my computer went nuts.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the television show "The Pretender." They belong to Steve Long Mitchell, Craig W. Sickel, and TNT.
Warning: If you like Zoe or Thomas. Don't Read!! Because this only gets worse.
Where my pretty one lies.. Part 27 Dream
Collapsing onto her, his body smothers hers; he notices that she has passed out. Gingerly he pulls himself out of her. He places his head next to her, his eyes start to close, and soon Jarod is sleep on top of Miss Parker.
Blue Cove Hotel Miss Parker's room Room 17A 3:30 A.M.
Waking slowly, Miss Parker stretches her tired body. Reaching out she feels out the bed for Jarod's body. Not finding it she reluctantly opens her eyes. Looking around the room she spots him, standing next to the little curtsy desk. Anger radiating out of him, he was holding one of project folders. 'Damn, he's furious. Do I want to know?'
Moving the covers, she sits herself up. She pulls Jarod's discarded shirt on. "Jarod?" He stumbles as he turns toward her, her eyes meet his, and she saw disgust, pain and anger directed at her. 'He's drunk!'
"Did you think I wouldn't find out?" he lashes out at her. Seeing her shocked blank face, he waves around the file in his hands. "God, Damn the Centre. God damn you!"
"Why? What have I done?" whispers Miss Parker.
"What haven't you done? He watches her face become an emotional blank wall. "You deliberately keeping me from my son!" He watches her face, noticing a flicker of discomfort flash in her face 'You knew.'
"Your son?" she chokes out. 'How?'
Striding up to her, he roughly grabs her upper arms and brings her face closes to his, "Yes, my son, the one Zoe is carrying?" She could smell the alcohol on his breath; turning her face away from his so he couldn't see the pain he was causing her.
"Do you really think I would deliberately keep you from your child?" she asks. 'Who's Zoe?"
"How would I know? According to Thomas I really don't know you." He sees her flinch when he says the other man's name. "Thomas thought you were nothing but a whore. Did you know that he planned on killing you for meet that piece of filth and for fucking a man in the barn?'
Struggling out of Jarod's grasp "You *don't* know what you're talking about. Thomas loved me!" she cries.
"No he thought you were a great fuck, and after having you. I agree with him." Jarod slurs. The sting on her hand slapping him on the face was the last thing he felt before she walked into the bathroom and locked the door.
Hearing the shower running Jarod knew then that he went too far. Walking up to the door he almost knocks until he heard her quietly crying. 'Sorry, I'm so sorry.' Jarod leaves the room as quickly as he could.
In the bathroom Miss Parker, has the shower running. Her tears were almost blinding her 'Who is Zoe?' Stepping into the shower she doesn't even take off Jarod's shirt. Her quite sobs become louder as she sinks down into a ball. Not even her mother's calming voice repeating 'Not filth. Beautiful, little one' could appease the pain spreading throughout her body.
****************************************************************** Way more to come. You didn't think their relationship would be that easy did you? Running into writer block. Suggestions are welcomed.
Dream
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the television show "The Pretender." They belong to Steve Long Mitchell, Craig W. Sickel, and TNT.
Warning: If you like Zoe or Thomas. Don't Read!! Because this only gets worse.
Where my pretty one lies.. Part 27 Dream
Collapsing onto her, his body smothers hers; he notices that she has passed out. Gingerly he pulls himself out of her. He places his head next to her, his eyes start to close, and soon Jarod is sleep on top of Miss Parker.
Blue Cove Hotel Miss Parker's room Room 17A 3:30 A.M.
Waking slowly, Miss Parker stretches her tired body. Reaching out she feels out the bed for Jarod's body. Not finding it she reluctantly opens her eyes. Looking around the room she spots him, standing next to the little curtsy desk. Anger radiating out of him, he was holding one of project folders. 'Damn, he's furious. Do I want to know?'
Moving the covers, she sits herself up. She pulls Jarod's discarded shirt on. "Jarod?" He stumbles as he turns toward her, her eyes meet his, and she saw disgust, pain and anger directed at her. 'He's drunk!'
"Did you think I wouldn't find out?" he lashes out at her. Seeing her shocked blank face, he waves around the file in his hands. "God, Damn the Centre. God damn you!"
"Why? What have I done?" whispers Miss Parker.
"What haven't you done? He watches her face become an emotional blank wall. "You deliberately keeping me from my son!" He watches her face, noticing a flicker of discomfort flash in her face 'You knew.'
"Your son?" she chokes out. 'How?'
Striding up to her, he roughly grabs her upper arms and brings her face closes to his, "Yes, my son, the one Zoe is carrying?" She could smell the alcohol on his breath; turning her face away from his so he couldn't see the pain he was causing her.
"Do you really think I would deliberately keep you from your child?" she asks. 'Who's Zoe?"
"How would I know? According to Thomas I really don't know you." He sees her flinch when he says the other man's name. "Thomas thought you were nothing but a whore. Did you know that he planned on killing you for meet that piece of filth and for fucking a man in the barn?'
Struggling out of Jarod's grasp "You *don't* know what you're talking about. Thomas loved me!" she cries.
"No he thought you were a great fuck, and after having you. I agree with him." Jarod slurs. The sting on her hand slapping him on the face was the last thing he felt before she walked into the bathroom and locked the door.
Hearing the shower running Jarod knew then that he went too far. Walking up to the door he almost knocks until he heard her quietly crying. 'Sorry, I'm so sorry.' Jarod leaves the room as quickly as he could.
In the bathroom Miss Parker, has the shower running. Her tears were almost blinding her 'Who is Zoe?' Stepping into the shower she doesn't even take off Jarod's shirt. Her quite sobs become louder as she sinks down into a ball. Not even her mother's calming voice repeating 'Not filth. Beautiful, little one' could appease the pain spreading throughout her body.
****************************************************************** Way more to come. You didn't think their relationship would be that easy did you? Running into writer block. Suggestions are welcomed.
Dream