A/N: I know, I know. This isn't supposed to be updated anymore and all that
jazz. But, I've talked with people about it and realized that even though
no one reading this or not reading this is reviewing, I should probably
continue. This story has been in jeopardy of being deleted since I started
it and I guess we'll just see where I end. And I don't want anyone to think
that the previous note was for pity or for people to send their gratitude.
It wasn't. I was honestly going to stop writing. And I knew that those
reviews were going to come, well, some of them did surprise me, but I was
expecting people to want me to continue. And I was planning on letting them
all down, which is a rarity. But, I'm not continuing for those people, I'm
doing this out of my own accord and it was a choice based on the fact that
I want to continue. Even if I just finish up Kate's story. Which would
upset me because I am really interested to write Parker's. And Veruca/Larry
as well. A Lizzie/Gordo story is still up in the air. I do not know what
I'm going to do at his point with the two of them. I had an idea, but I
don't really have a beginning and it would be a very short episode for
them. And I really don't know what else I could do. We'll see, though. If I
do a Lizzie/Gordo episode, they will most likely be last. Just because I
have no storyline at this point.
I apologize for making everyone think I wasn't going to update and then changing my mind. So keep reading, I suppose.
Reviews:
Madmancuzofstory: I have a few choice words for you, my little "mad man" but I'm going to try and refrain myself from saying anything profane. I would really like to see you do better. Please. Show me oh great one. And I'm not even trying to sound conceited and say I'm an amazing author or writer, because personally I think I'm mediocre compared to everyone else, but please, with your so eloquently written review, I'd like to see you try to write something other than four letter words and a few labels. Thanks for calling me a poser, too. Definitely makes me respect your opinion even more.
Ronslilprincess: I'm going to try that not getting discouraged thing. We'll see how it all works out.
Orange crush3: Thank you for reviewing and I guess you can be happy because I'm continuing. For a little bit at least.
Me_06: Thank you for liking Monday and Tuesday. It's good to know that it didn't suck as much as I was expecting it to.
Jesc: Thank you for respecting me and reading.
And finally, The one review that I will most likely never forget for it is quite possibly not only the longest review I have ever gotten, but it is the best one and it totally made my life.
Dancer chick1: I really don't know what to say to that. But, thank you times a thousand. You are amazing. Oh, I love fluff as well. All my other stories are fluff filled. I had little bits of drama, but no one can resist fluff. Thank you for liking the way I am not only addressing teen/life issues, but that I am keeping their characters the way we have grown to know them. That was a worry of mine, since I'm doing POVs that I would write too much like the way I talk for everyone (IE Miranda episode), but I'm trying to tone down all the sarcastic remarks I think of. I'm sure you are a very talented writer. And thank you again for thinking I have some talent. Hopefully my Creative Writing teacher thinks so next year!
Now that I've taken up the most space ever for all my gratitude and select 'hatred' for all of you, on with Kate Saunders and Parker McKenzie! Enjoy!
Chapter 4: Tuesday
~Kate~
"Parker, let's just get to class. We're going to be late."
"Fine, but this isn't over, Kate. Something has to be done."
Parker and I walked into our Spanish four class, immediately ceasing the conversation. But it wasn't over, yet. Senora Rodriguez supposedly had a headache and decided that we would just work on tonight's homework.
Giving Parker the ample time to ignore her pending Spanish grade and worry about me.
[note]
"Why don't you want to do anything?"
"Hmm, let's think about this one. I DON'T WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW!"
"But, Kate, who knows how many more pills he's got. How many he's used already."
"Don't you think I know that. I don't even have any real proof that it WAS Ronnie."
"Why don't you call that officer guy. Maybe he can find something. There's got to be something that'll get him."
"Like what, Parker? It's not I can get Ronnie to confess."
"I don't know. I'm no cop. Just call him and see. Maybe you're right, maybe there is nothing you can do. But you can at least try something."
I sat there, wresting with the idea of calling Mr. Whatever his name was. I could just call and see. See what he had to say. I could always say no to pressing charges. But, what if he did do it before? What if he did it again? What if it wasn't Ronnie? Great. I wish it was Friday and I could not go to Joey's. I could just go home. I could miss that one night. I wish it never happened to me. To anyone.
"Maybe." I wrote back.
"I'll settle for that."
I went back to working on my homework, but I had this really awkward feeling that someone was staring me down.
I looked up and looked around the room. Looking for someone's eyes, anyone's. And I finally saw a pair of brown eyes I knew too well. (A/N: I'm not positive if his eyes are really brown, but now, they are.)
He was staring intently at me, not even moving his gaze once I caught his. What did he want? Did he know? Did Ronnie tell him? He looked upset, hurt. What else could it be? (A/N: Surprised that it isn't Ronnie?}
@ After School - Kate's House @
I fingered the white card in my hand. Could I really do this? Could I actually call and tell some random guy everything that I hadn't been saying too much.
Let's find out.
"Officer Stevens. How can I help you?" A brazen voice came over the phone.
"Hi. This is Kate Saunders. Northern Hospital gave me your number and well.."
"Don't worry, Miss Saunders, the hospital told me you might be calling."
I breathed a sigh of relief. "Good."
"Yes, well, have you decided to press charges against the young man?"
"There's a slight problem. I'm not positive as to who it was." I stumbled a little over the words.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I have a feeling and there are a few clues pointing to someone, but I don't remember any of it, so I'm not really sure if it was him." I probably sound like a complete moron. Not knowing who raped me.
'That's not a rare occurrence. However, there are normally ways to figure out who it was. Did the hospital say you had any trace of semen on you?"
"There was nothing from him. Except the bruises."
"I see. Can you come into my office tomorrow and tell me everything you do remember? Oh, and if you could, bring in the things you had with you the night it happened."
"Yes. I can come. What time?"
"Noon? Unless you have school."
"Well, I do, but it's not really important. I'll be there." I proceeded to take down the address of his office.
After we hung up, and I told my mom my plans for tomorrow, I called the person I knew would be happy.
"Hello?"
"Parker? Is that you?" She sounded really out of it or something. Maybe she was asleep.
"Yeah, hi Kate. What's up?"
"I just wanted to let you know I called the officer. I'm going to see him tomorrow."
"That's awesome! I mean, well, you know."
"Yeah. Alright, well, I'll let you get back to.....your stuff."
"Great. See ya later." I moved the phone away from my ear about to turn off the phone. "OH SHIT!"
"What?" Did I miss something?
The phone went dead. Right.
A/N: All will be answered in time. A lot of time, but in time nonetheless.
I apologize for making everyone think I wasn't going to update and then changing my mind. So keep reading, I suppose.
Reviews:
Madmancuzofstory: I have a few choice words for you, my little "mad man" but I'm going to try and refrain myself from saying anything profane. I would really like to see you do better. Please. Show me oh great one. And I'm not even trying to sound conceited and say I'm an amazing author or writer, because personally I think I'm mediocre compared to everyone else, but please, with your so eloquently written review, I'd like to see you try to write something other than four letter words and a few labels. Thanks for calling me a poser, too. Definitely makes me respect your opinion even more.
Ronslilprincess: I'm going to try that not getting discouraged thing. We'll see how it all works out.
Orange crush3: Thank you for reviewing and I guess you can be happy because I'm continuing. For a little bit at least.
Me_06: Thank you for liking Monday and Tuesday. It's good to know that it didn't suck as much as I was expecting it to.
Jesc: Thank you for respecting me and reading.
And finally, The one review that I will most likely never forget for it is quite possibly not only the longest review I have ever gotten, but it is the best one and it totally made my life.
Dancer chick1: I really don't know what to say to that. But, thank you times a thousand. You are amazing. Oh, I love fluff as well. All my other stories are fluff filled. I had little bits of drama, but no one can resist fluff. Thank you for liking the way I am not only addressing teen/life issues, but that I am keeping their characters the way we have grown to know them. That was a worry of mine, since I'm doing POVs that I would write too much like the way I talk for everyone (IE Miranda episode), but I'm trying to tone down all the sarcastic remarks I think of. I'm sure you are a very talented writer. And thank you again for thinking I have some talent. Hopefully my Creative Writing teacher thinks so next year!
Now that I've taken up the most space ever for all my gratitude and select 'hatred' for all of you, on with Kate Saunders and Parker McKenzie! Enjoy!
Chapter 4: Tuesday
~Kate~
"Parker, let's just get to class. We're going to be late."
"Fine, but this isn't over, Kate. Something has to be done."
Parker and I walked into our Spanish four class, immediately ceasing the conversation. But it wasn't over, yet. Senora Rodriguez supposedly had a headache and decided that we would just work on tonight's homework.
Giving Parker the ample time to ignore her pending Spanish grade and worry about me.
[note]
"Why don't you want to do anything?"
"Hmm, let's think about this one. I DON'T WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW!"
"But, Kate, who knows how many more pills he's got. How many he's used already."
"Don't you think I know that. I don't even have any real proof that it WAS Ronnie."
"Why don't you call that officer guy. Maybe he can find something. There's got to be something that'll get him."
"Like what, Parker? It's not I can get Ronnie to confess."
"I don't know. I'm no cop. Just call him and see. Maybe you're right, maybe there is nothing you can do. But you can at least try something."
I sat there, wresting with the idea of calling Mr. Whatever his name was. I could just call and see. See what he had to say. I could always say no to pressing charges. But, what if he did do it before? What if he did it again? What if it wasn't Ronnie? Great. I wish it was Friday and I could not go to Joey's. I could just go home. I could miss that one night. I wish it never happened to me. To anyone.
"Maybe." I wrote back.
"I'll settle for that."
I went back to working on my homework, but I had this really awkward feeling that someone was staring me down.
I looked up and looked around the room. Looking for someone's eyes, anyone's. And I finally saw a pair of brown eyes I knew too well. (A/N: I'm not positive if his eyes are really brown, but now, they are.)
He was staring intently at me, not even moving his gaze once I caught his. What did he want? Did he know? Did Ronnie tell him? He looked upset, hurt. What else could it be? (A/N: Surprised that it isn't Ronnie?}
@ After School - Kate's House @
I fingered the white card in my hand. Could I really do this? Could I actually call and tell some random guy everything that I hadn't been saying too much.
Let's find out.
"Officer Stevens. How can I help you?" A brazen voice came over the phone.
"Hi. This is Kate Saunders. Northern Hospital gave me your number and well.."
"Don't worry, Miss Saunders, the hospital told me you might be calling."
I breathed a sigh of relief. "Good."
"Yes, well, have you decided to press charges against the young man?"
"There's a slight problem. I'm not positive as to who it was." I stumbled a little over the words.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I have a feeling and there are a few clues pointing to someone, but I don't remember any of it, so I'm not really sure if it was him." I probably sound like a complete moron. Not knowing who raped me.
'That's not a rare occurrence. However, there are normally ways to figure out who it was. Did the hospital say you had any trace of semen on you?"
"There was nothing from him. Except the bruises."
"I see. Can you come into my office tomorrow and tell me everything you do remember? Oh, and if you could, bring in the things you had with you the night it happened."
"Yes. I can come. What time?"
"Noon? Unless you have school."
"Well, I do, but it's not really important. I'll be there." I proceeded to take down the address of his office.
After we hung up, and I told my mom my plans for tomorrow, I called the person I knew would be happy.
"Hello?"
"Parker? Is that you?" She sounded really out of it or something. Maybe she was asleep.
"Yeah, hi Kate. What's up?"
"I just wanted to let you know I called the officer. I'm going to see him tomorrow."
"That's awesome! I mean, well, you know."
"Yeah. Alright, well, I'll let you get back to.....your stuff."
"Great. See ya later." I moved the phone away from my ear about to turn off the phone. "OH SHIT!"
"What?" Did I miss something?
The phone went dead. Right.
A/N: All will be answered in time. A lot of time, but in time nonetheless.
