A/N: Well, I'm back from my mini-vacation. It was a nice getaway. But now I
am sick. Blegh. So don't mind me. I don't have much to say at the moment.
Reviews:
BrownEyedGurl: Yeah, normally I keep Ethan as a filler character that is how he is on the show, but I just felt that Ethan was the best option for Kate. I don't know about doing Ethan. I'd have to think of an actual story plot for him, because Parker does have on aside from dealing with Kate's rape. Maybe I could do like a sequel of some sort after Dealing is over. We'll see. It'd be a first sequel.
Cutechick49: I COULD have done that, but I decided to keep it how I had it with Kate's chapter. You know, Parker was excited about Ethan beating up Ronnie and yada yada yada. Who doesn't always look for the drama?
Chapter 4: Family Life / The Demise
(A/N: Takes place about a month after Kate ends)
~Parker~
"Parker, sweetie, before you leave for school; We're going to have a nice family dinner tonight." My mother told me before I could escape.
"Oh, like the * last * family dinner we had?" I replied sarcastically, remembering the previous occasion. My father didn't show up. So, it was just my mom, sister and me. Which is what dinner is every night, because Dad isn't ever home.
"Parker Ann McKenzie, you know your father works hard to put food on this table." She pointed a finger at me and used my middle name. "You better realize the sacrifices he is making for us."
"Whatever, Ma. I'll be there."
The sacrifices he is making for us? Why is she kidding me? She acts like if he spent any time at home, being a family with us, that I would lose my clothes. I'm sorry to inform you of this, but most parents know their children. The man probably doesn't even know how old I am now. For some reason though, my Susie Homemaker mother doesn't seem to be bothered by this. She's the one that has always wanted the family bonding and what not, but it's okay for my dad to flake on everything.
I slammed the door behind me.
School wasn't any better than my morning encounter. In gym, people were actually talking about me. ME! I was supposed to be in the bathroom, but I had heard my name and stopped. Sue me. And it didn't help that it was between my old best friend and a few new friends.
"She's just gotten really skinny. She was never overweight at all, but Parker has definitely lost a lot of weight." My old best friend. Andrea. We just grew apart. No hard feelings between us. But what gives her the right to say anything? What gives any of them the right?
"I know. I really don't know what to do. Maybe someone could talk to her." Kate responded.
I left then. No use listening to them. I knew what they were talking about. Although, they didn't. At least, I don't think they know. The truth was I was getting more and more into harder drugs. A big 'perk' of that is losing a few pounds here and there.
I wasn't sickly looking or even close. I looked fine and there was nothing that Andrea, Kate, or anyone else can say. And if they do, it's none of their business. My life, my choice.
I could really use a smoke right about now.
My dad didn't show up for -family dinner- until eight thirty that night. My mom actually made us wait to eat. Normally we eat between six and seven thirty. Needless to say, I was hungry. I hardly see my father and when I do, it's not really by choice. If I could, I would erase him completely out of my life. It's not like he WANTS to play any type of role in my life. Fatherly or not. I don't need him.
+ That Weekend +
PrtySwetz: We got the goods, Parks!
LiveItUp42: What sort of 'goods'? (A/N: LiveItUp42 = Parker. Don't ask why. I don't know)
PrtySwetz: What are you interested in?
LiveItUp42: Options, huh?
PrtySwetz: Oh, of course. And lots of them.
LiveItUp42: Nice.
PrtySwetz: Matt's tonight, though.
LiveItUp42: Matt's. Gotcha. I'll be there.
PrtySwetz: And be ready to fly!
LiveItUp42: I am.
/ Matt's /
"Parker, made your final choice?" Matt glanced up from the wide array of drugs in front of him.
"I'm thinking of trying something new."
"Well, there's always good old heroin."
I bite my lip, contemplating my options. "Yeah. That's the one."
"Good choice." Matt started setting it up.
Matt, a few others, and myself took advantage of the heroin available that night. I was the only one who would learn from this experience.
After a half hour, when there was nothing left it started to happen. I had never tried heroin and the others had. The others had done it regularly. I ended up doing the same amount (if not more) than they had. Which isn't the best option for first timers. And I know that. I don't know what I was thinking that night. I don't know why I forgot. Why I kept going.
"I need some water." I said aloud. I had been saying it for a few minutes, yet I hadn't moved.
"Help yourself." One of the people around me said.
I was just about to get up, but I was really tired and I just didn't have any energy to move.
"So, Parker, what do you think?" Another person from somewhere in my vicinity asked.
I opened my mouth to respond and I instead inhaled a huge gust of air. I did this again and again.
"Parker? Parker are you okay?" Amanda was coming towards me, but she was fading from my vision.
I felt her shaking me, but I didn't see it. "Someone help me! I've got to get her to my car."
A/N: I made up a middle name for Parker. I really didn't want to combine these two, but separately they aren't long enough.
Reviews:
BrownEyedGurl: Yeah, normally I keep Ethan as a filler character that is how he is on the show, but I just felt that Ethan was the best option for Kate. I don't know about doing Ethan. I'd have to think of an actual story plot for him, because Parker does have on aside from dealing with Kate's rape. Maybe I could do like a sequel of some sort after Dealing is over. We'll see. It'd be a first sequel.
Cutechick49: I COULD have done that, but I decided to keep it how I had it with Kate's chapter. You know, Parker was excited about Ethan beating up Ronnie and yada yada yada. Who doesn't always look for the drama?
Chapter 4: Family Life / The Demise
(A/N: Takes place about a month after Kate ends)
~Parker~
"Parker, sweetie, before you leave for school; We're going to have a nice family dinner tonight." My mother told me before I could escape.
"Oh, like the * last * family dinner we had?" I replied sarcastically, remembering the previous occasion. My father didn't show up. So, it was just my mom, sister and me. Which is what dinner is every night, because Dad isn't ever home.
"Parker Ann McKenzie, you know your father works hard to put food on this table." She pointed a finger at me and used my middle name. "You better realize the sacrifices he is making for us."
"Whatever, Ma. I'll be there."
The sacrifices he is making for us? Why is she kidding me? She acts like if he spent any time at home, being a family with us, that I would lose my clothes. I'm sorry to inform you of this, but most parents know their children. The man probably doesn't even know how old I am now. For some reason though, my Susie Homemaker mother doesn't seem to be bothered by this. She's the one that has always wanted the family bonding and what not, but it's okay for my dad to flake on everything.
I slammed the door behind me.
School wasn't any better than my morning encounter. In gym, people were actually talking about me. ME! I was supposed to be in the bathroom, but I had heard my name and stopped. Sue me. And it didn't help that it was between my old best friend and a few new friends.
"She's just gotten really skinny. She was never overweight at all, but Parker has definitely lost a lot of weight." My old best friend. Andrea. We just grew apart. No hard feelings between us. But what gives her the right to say anything? What gives any of them the right?
"I know. I really don't know what to do. Maybe someone could talk to her." Kate responded.
I left then. No use listening to them. I knew what they were talking about. Although, they didn't. At least, I don't think they know. The truth was I was getting more and more into harder drugs. A big 'perk' of that is losing a few pounds here and there.
I wasn't sickly looking or even close. I looked fine and there was nothing that Andrea, Kate, or anyone else can say. And if they do, it's none of their business. My life, my choice.
I could really use a smoke right about now.
My dad didn't show up for -family dinner- until eight thirty that night. My mom actually made us wait to eat. Normally we eat between six and seven thirty. Needless to say, I was hungry. I hardly see my father and when I do, it's not really by choice. If I could, I would erase him completely out of my life. It's not like he WANTS to play any type of role in my life. Fatherly or not. I don't need him.
+ That Weekend +
PrtySwetz: We got the goods, Parks!
LiveItUp42: What sort of 'goods'? (A/N: LiveItUp42 = Parker. Don't ask why. I don't know)
PrtySwetz: What are you interested in?
LiveItUp42: Options, huh?
PrtySwetz: Oh, of course. And lots of them.
LiveItUp42: Nice.
PrtySwetz: Matt's tonight, though.
LiveItUp42: Matt's. Gotcha. I'll be there.
PrtySwetz: And be ready to fly!
LiveItUp42: I am.
/ Matt's /
"Parker, made your final choice?" Matt glanced up from the wide array of drugs in front of him.
"I'm thinking of trying something new."
"Well, there's always good old heroin."
I bite my lip, contemplating my options. "Yeah. That's the one."
"Good choice." Matt started setting it up.
Matt, a few others, and myself took advantage of the heroin available that night. I was the only one who would learn from this experience.
After a half hour, when there was nothing left it started to happen. I had never tried heroin and the others had. The others had done it regularly. I ended up doing the same amount (if not more) than they had. Which isn't the best option for first timers. And I know that. I don't know what I was thinking that night. I don't know why I forgot. Why I kept going.
"I need some water." I said aloud. I had been saying it for a few minutes, yet I hadn't moved.
"Help yourself." One of the people around me said.
I was just about to get up, but I was really tired and I just didn't have any energy to move.
"So, Parker, what do you think?" Another person from somewhere in my vicinity asked.
I opened my mouth to respond and I instead inhaled a huge gust of air. I did this again and again.
"Parker? Parker are you okay?" Amanda was coming towards me, but she was fading from my vision.
I felt her shaking me, but I didn't see it. "Someone help me! I've got to get her to my car."
A/N: I made up a middle name for Parker. I really didn't want to combine these two, but separately they aren't long enough.
