2 Hours Later
Same Room
Still Logan International
Jarod woke up strapped to a chair with a medium size gash on his hairline. "Shit," he blinked to open his eyes, looking around the brightly lit room. "Took you long enough to come to," a distorted voice floated into the room. "Who-who's there?" Jarod stuttered, trying to undo his restraints.
"You don't even recognize your own brother-in-law's voice?" Lyle walked in the room. Jarod's face turned a bad shade of dark and revenge. He didn't even know what to say. "Speechless? Well, my sister should have been more specific with her dream...I would have enjoyed it." "You're sick," Jarod tried to wriggle through the cuffs.
"Ah ah ah, those are enertia-proflagated cuffs, *bro*," Lyle stood across from him at the table. "Flexi-cuffs that drain your energy as you struggle," Jarod automatically stopped, realizing his own inventions were being used against him. "Yeah, that's right; big 'ole country Bobby Bowman did some research and found out you make things for money now, so things have changed."
"Yeah, I got tired of leaving your fathers' flat broke," Jarod spat. "I have one father, Jarod, and he left me the heir to the Parker legacy." "Uh huh," Jarod said as if he didn't believe him," But that would involve hurting your sister. You know I won't let you do that."
"I'm going to do it anyway; I don't need your permission for shit. See, that's where Lyle Parker comes into play. Bobby did his research, but Lyle was smart enough to use every one of them against you...to get what I want." "But I wouldn't do that willingly, so you kidnap me in hopes to torture me to find out where she is-"
"Oh no, I already know that. See, I've had both your phones tapped and I know your exact addresses, the name of your employees, who their boning, Jeremy's GPA, and by the way, Rachel's is as low as Jessica Simpson's- ""You're point?" Jarod cut him off. "I know everything about your so called 'New Life' that even my sister doesn't.
"By you know that nightmare she's been having? I didn't start out that way." "What?" Jarod didn't like where this was going, but listened anyway. "Laurens was just supposed to scare her with the hallucinates, but they got more violent with every time she closed her eyes."
"Wha-What are you talking about?" "I used her as bate to get you out here, but even I felt bad after I watched the tape from that night the next morning." "What did you do?" Jarod's words slow and dripping with an emotion Lyle couldn't match.
"Yeah, we kept a record of the videos. But don't worry; I wouldn't watch the things you two do in there-""Go to hell, Lyle!" "Been there, remember? You sent me there and I got out...now it seems like you're avoiding me. But Laurens-""What did he do to her?" Lyle felt so bad that he really didn't want to say anything else.
"Laurens...Jarod, he raped her. That's what the blood was about, and she...she was too unconscious to notice anything. It wasn't a dream...he took it too far. I want this bastard as much as you do-""Bulshit! You sent him in there to scare her! You knew he was going to rape her! How could you!"
"Hey! It was to scare her to get you here! I'm looking for him myself! All he was supposed to do was slip the things in her drink to make herself think she was going crazy!" "Let me go now," Jarod's voice calm. "Hell no! You're about to kill me!" "Give me an address," Jarod clamed completely down with his body language," Now!"
"As much as I'd like to..." Lyle gave an upward nod toward someone behind Jarod," I have to when you're out cold. You'll both be hearing from me." Then, there was a sharp pain in Jarod's neck and he went right back into the sleepy-dream zone as before.
"Get him out of here, into a cab, and at her house," Lyle dismissed him and left the room. The sweepers took Jarod out to the back way of the alley and had his baggage, calling a cab for him. "Get him to (Parker's address) now!"
"Ho Ho! Is he dead?" the cab driver asked. "Just get him there!" the sweeper handed him G (for those who don't know, 1,000) and gave him instructions to stay in the cab with him until he came to. "Is he dead?" he memorized the address.
"Just go!" The sweeper said in forceful way, slamming the door. "Aw geez, uh, man, are you okay?" he drove away from the curb, looking in the back. Jarod was mumbling and incoherent at the time, mumbling things like he was in a dream.
"Uh, um, dude, you look sick. Hey! D-Don't throw up back there! I just cleaned last night! Aw damn," he said as he heard Jarod throw up, setting the destination aside, going to the cab cleaners. "Hey uh, Mac, we need to hose this guy down," Kelson "Kelly" Howard dragged Jarod out the back. "What's wrong?" Mac came around.
"Damn dude threw up in my backseat!" He grabbed a garden hose. "Oh God, where'd you get this crackhead?" Mac smelt the salts placed in Jarod's pocket to smell like corrosion. "He's wearing a 50,000 watch and a lot of other shit I can't pronounce and you're calling him a crackhead? He was practically thrown into the back of my cab!" "By who?" Mac placed Jarod against a wall. "What's goin'z on?" Jarod started to come to.
"Spray 'em already!" Mac instructed the young cabbie. "What?" Jarod blinked with a blinding headache. "Okay," Kelson nervously said, turning it on full the blast. "The hell-"Jarod started, but was cut off by streaming, ice cold, freezing water hitting his face. The force knocked him backwards into the brick wall and temporally knocked him out.
"Hey, wha-what's wrong, Mac?" Kelson went to the fallen Jarod. "Check his pockets; he smells decent enough," Mac said, standing back. Kelson reached in Jarod's pockets and found his badly soaked wallet. "Hey, Mac, this dude is like...um, eh, the invisible man, you know? He has a license for every state almost!" "Lemme see," Mac took it and wrung it off, looking at all the pictures.
Sure enough, Jarod had a license for every state on the eastern seaboard, including Massachusetts. "So, basically, this man's name is Jarod...whatever it is in every state." "Well, what's it say for Massachusetts's?" Kelson stood back from Jarod's limp body. "Uh...Jarod Wright. Hey, where were you supposed to take him?" "The man practically screamed 70908 at129th and W. Van Buren...um. they musta did something to him. Hey, look, he has a wedding ring on."
"Hey, leave it on!" Mac saw Kelson take it off. "Wall, his wife's name might be in here," he looked for an inscription. Sure enough, a message from Parker to Jarod was around the middle: Just remember, what happens, I love you-Robin. "See, it says Robin," Kelson put triumph on his face. "Well, okay then. There is a Robin Wright who lives at 70...wha'd you say?"
"70908 at 129th and W. Van Buren. You want me to take him home?" "Obviously. Well, since I own the place, I should explain what happened. So, I'll go with you...I don't need another lawsuit," he went and got his jacket, helping Kelson put Jarod into the back of the cab. "Well, let's see if I can keep this one out of court. Let's go," Mac said to Kelson, who was scared and nervously driving at the same time.
They reached Parker's brownstone in silence and gave debating looks that who should go and knock on the door. "Both go," Jarod came to, a now splitting headache taking over. "You're awake?" "Go get her," Jarod gripped the back of his head, "Aw, Jesus, what happened?" "Kelson here found you throwin' in the back of my cab."
"B-But I never thought you were a junkie, Mac said that." "I know how drugs smell. I don't even know how you made it passed security-""My brother," Jarod winced at the pain. "Hey...just go," he reminded them. "I'll go," Mac got out the car and made his way nervously up to the door.
"Hey...um, Jarod?" "Do I know you?" "No, but how come you have a license for all for the east coast?" "You went in my wallet," it wasn't a question, but more of a statement on Jarod's part," Hey, who put me back here?"
"I dunno. Some tall dude in a black suite threw you back there and told me to drive you to this address. You still didn't answer my question." "Do I have to?" "It is illegal to have more than one, you know that, right?" "It's a long story..." "Kelson, Kelson Howard. But everyone Kelly. How long you been married?" Kelson looked at his ring.
"You're really trying to get me shot by her, aren't you?" Jarod made a lame joke to attempt to smile. "By who?" Kelson looked out the window," Oh, geez; she is a beaut..." Jarod couldn't hear anymore because he slipped in and out of a dizzy spell. "Hey, hey, man, what're you doin'? No, no, no! Don't throw up back there anymore!" Kelson brought Jarod out of the cab and rested him to where he was leaning on it. "Mac, Get this guy inside! He's sick off his ass!" Kelson hoisted him up to the steps.
"Oh God," Parker groaned, a sharp pain in her stomach. "Ma'am, are you okay?" Mac saw her clutch her stomach. "I'm fine, can you get him in here?" she shook it off and stood up. "Yeah...hey, I got cha," Mac went down to the steps and got Jarod into the house. "Are you two, ah, gonna be okay? Well, I'd get him to an ER. He smells and looks sick."
"And you found him like this?" "Well, Kelson said some dude threw him in the back of the cab and gave him this address..." "Thank you, but no thank you. We'll be fine-""Do you have any Vitaxitan?" Jarod croaked out. No answer. "Then go get TJ. I know what it is...hey Mac, I'll be fine at the stool on the bar," he told the man supporting him up. "You sure?" "Yeah, I'll just get some water later on...take my medicine. I'll be fine, thanks," he handed him 200 out of a clip that wasn't wet.
"You have a nasty bump on the front of your head and on the back. They were both bleeding really badly." "I appreciate everything, I really do, but we got it from here." "You sure? Need some over the counter things?" "No, I'll take care of him, I appreciate this a lot, Mac...you too, Kelson. Do you have a number...?" "I have warrants," Kelson smiled, joking a little bit. "We might have some business with your company later on," Jarod winced, putting an ice pack behind his head.
"Well, we're on our way out. Hope to hear from you soon." "Bye then, thanks again," Jarod said, watching them leave. "You had to get yourself beat up? Why?" Parker asked as the door closed behind the two. "Just...shut up and let me talk," Jarod said, the pain returning to him like a full blown hangover.
Parker raised an eyebrow with the 'excuse me' ice queen coming back. "Listen, Parker. There's something you need to know." "You believe me now?" "I have to. I know something's that just...basically hit me when I got here this morning." "Like what? Intuition from your wife?" "No...your brother." "What? What does Lyle have to do with this?" "He's out...and he set up someone to...I can't." "Can't what?"
"Tell me what?" she grew impatient, sitting across from him at the kitchen bar. "Your brother and I...we're both on a um, man hunt." "For who?" "A guy named..." anxiety set in and Jarod's heart rate into a furried frenzy. "Who?" "A guy named Laurens..." "I haven't heard of him," she looked him right in the eyes," But what does this have to do about my..." "Premonitions? Nothing. You're premonition is over and done with. "What're you talking about?" Parker's tone hurt.
"I was too late...remember you told me there was blood?" he asked. "Uh huh," she nodded, going back into the *dark place*. "Lyle drugged me at the airport this morning and told me...that um...those dreams you were having were real; a man was coming here and tapping your drinks. Bobby said it was only to scare you, to get to me, to get me, but he said Laurens took it too far..." "What're you saying?" she leaned in. "I'm saying...Laurens raped you," Jarod's words stung the air like freezing ice sickles. Parker's eyes grew wide with embarrassment and fear; just hers locked on to Jarod's.
I hate to leave you like this, but um...the school is closing in a few and I gotta go. I hope you like it and I'll start again as soon as I can. 1
J-Phoenix
Same Room
Still Logan International
Jarod woke up strapped to a chair with a medium size gash on his hairline. "Shit," he blinked to open his eyes, looking around the brightly lit room. "Took you long enough to come to," a distorted voice floated into the room. "Who-who's there?" Jarod stuttered, trying to undo his restraints.
"You don't even recognize your own brother-in-law's voice?" Lyle walked in the room. Jarod's face turned a bad shade of dark and revenge. He didn't even know what to say. "Speechless? Well, my sister should have been more specific with her dream...I would have enjoyed it." "You're sick," Jarod tried to wriggle through the cuffs.
"Ah ah ah, those are enertia-proflagated cuffs, *bro*," Lyle stood across from him at the table. "Flexi-cuffs that drain your energy as you struggle," Jarod automatically stopped, realizing his own inventions were being used against him. "Yeah, that's right; big 'ole country Bobby Bowman did some research and found out you make things for money now, so things have changed."
"Yeah, I got tired of leaving your fathers' flat broke," Jarod spat. "I have one father, Jarod, and he left me the heir to the Parker legacy." "Uh huh," Jarod said as if he didn't believe him," But that would involve hurting your sister. You know I won't let you do that."
"I'm going to do it anyway; I don't need your permission for shit. See, that's where Lyle Parker comes into play. Bobby did his research, but Lyle was smart enough to use every one of them against you...to get what I want." "But I wouldn't do that willingly, so you kidnap me in hopes to torture me to find out where she is-"
"Oh no, I already know that. See, I've had both your phones tapped and I know your exact addresses, the name of your employees, who their boning, Jeremy's GPA, and by the way, Rachel's is as low as Jessica Simpson's- ""You're point?" Jarod cut him off. "I know everything about your so called 'New Life' that even my sister doesn't.
"By you know that nightmare she's been having? I didn't start out that way." "What?" Jarod didn't like where this was going, but listened anyway. "Laurens was just supposed to scare her with the hallucinates, but they got more violent with every time she closed her eyes."
"Wha-What are you talking about?" "I used her as bate to get you out here, but even I felt bad after I watched the tape from that night the next morning." "What did you do?" Jarod's words slow and dripping with an emotion Lyle couldn't match.
"Yeah, we kept a record of the videos. But don't worry; I wouldn't watch the things you two do in there-""Go to hell, Lyle!" "Been there, remember? You sent me there and I got out...now it seems like you're avoiding me. But Laurens-""What did he do to her?" Lyle felt so bad that he really didn't want to say anything else.
"Laurens...Jarod, he raped her. That's what the blood was about, and she...she was too unconscious to notice anything. It wasn't a dream...he took it too far. I want this bastard as much as you do-""Bulshit! You sent him in there to scare her! You knew he was going to rape her! How could you!"
"Hey! It was to scare her to get you here! I'm looking for him myself! All he was supposed to do was slip the things in her drink to make herself think she was going crazy!" "Let me go now," Jarod's voice calm. "Hell no! You're about to kill me!" "Give me an address," Jarod clamed completely down with his body language," Now!"
"As much as I'd like to..." Lyle gave an upward nod toward someone behind Jarod," I have to when you're out cold. You'll both be hearing from me." Then, there was a sharp pain in Jarod's neck and he went right back into the sleepy-dream zone as before.
"Get him out of here, into a cab, and at her house," Lyle dismissed him and left the room. The sweepers took Jarod out to the back way of the alley and had his baggage, calling a cab for him. "Get him to (Parker's address) now!"
"Ho Ho! Is he dead?" the cab driver asked. "Just get him there!" the sweeper handed him G (for those who don't know, 1,000) and gave him instructions to stay in the cab with him until he came to. "Is he dead?" he memorized the address.
"Just go!" The sweeper said in forceful way, slamming the door. "Aw geez, uh, man, are you okay?" he drove away from the curb, looking in the back. Jarod was mumbling and incoherent at the time, mumbling things like he was in a dream.
"Uh, um, dude, you look sick. Hey! D-Don't throw up back there! I just cleaned last night! Aw damn," he said as he heard Jarod throw up, setting the destination aside, going to the cab cleaners. "Hey uh, Mac, we need to hose this guy down," Kelson "Kelly" Howard dragged Jarod out the back. "What's wrong?" Mac came around.
"Damn dude threw up in my backseat!" He grabbed a garden hose. "Oh God, where'd you get this crackhead?" Mac smelt the salts placed in Jarod's pocket to smell like corrosion. "He's wearing a 50,000 watch and a lot of other shit I can't pronounce and you're calling him a crackhead? He was practically thrown into the back of my cab!" "By who?" Mac placed Jarod against a wall. "What's goin'z on?" Jarod started to come to.
"Spray 'em already!" Mac instructed the young cabbie. "What?" Jarod blinked with a blinding headache. "Okay," Kelson nervously said, turning it on full the blast. "The hell-"Jarod started, but was cut off by streaming, ice cold, freezing water hitting his face. The force knocked him backwards into the brick wall and temporally knocked him out.
"Hey, wha-what's wrong, Mac?" Kelson went to the fallen Jarod. "Check his pockets; he smells decent enough," Mac said, standing back. Kelson reached in Jarod's pockets and found his badly soaked wallet. "Hey, Mac, this dude is like...um, eh, the invisible man, you know? He has a license for every state almost!" "Lemme see," Mac took it and wrung it off, looking at all the pictures.
Sure enough, Jarod had a license for every state on the eastern seaboard, including Massachusetts. "So, basically, this man's name is Jarod...whatever it is in every state." "Well, what's it say for Massachusetts's?" Kelson stood back from Jarod's limp body. "Uh...Jarod Wright. Hey, where were you supposed to take him?" "The man practically screamed 70908 at129th and W. Van Buren...um. they musta did something to him. Hey, look, he has a wedding ring on."
"Hey, leave it on!" Mac saw Kelson take it off. "Wall, his wife's name might be in here," he looked for an inscription. Sure enough, a message from Parker to Jarod was around the middle: Just remember, what happens, I love you-Robin. "See, it says Robin," Kelson put triumph on his face. "Well, okay then. There is a Robin Wright who lives at 70...wha'd you say?"
"70908 at 129th and W. Van Buren. You want me to take him home?" "Obviously. Well, since I own the place, I should explain what happened. So, I'll go with you...I don't need another lawsuit," he went and got his jacket, helping Kelson put Jarod into the back of the cab. "Well, let's see if I can keep this one out of court. Let's go," Mac said to Kelson, who was scared and nervously driving at the same time.
They reached Parker's brownstone in silence and gave debating looks that who should go and knock on the door. "Both go," Jarod came to, a now splitting headache taking over. "You're awake?" "Go get her," Jarod gripped the back of his head, "Aw, Jesus, what happened?" "Kelson here found you throwin' in the back of my cab."
"B-But I never thought you were a junkie, Mac said that." "I know how drugs smell. I don't even know how you made it passed security-""My brother," Jarod winced at the pain. "Hey...just go," he reminded them. "I'll go," Mac got out the car and made his way nervously up to the door.
"Hey...um, Jarod?" "Do I know you?" "No, but how come you have a license for all for the east coast?" "You went in my wallet," it wasn't a question, but more of a statement on Jarod's part," Hey, who put me back here?"
"I dunno. Some tall dude in a black suite threw you back there and told me to drive you to this address. You still didn't answer my question." "Do I have to?" "It is illegal to have more than one, you know that, right?" "It's a long story..." "Kelson, Kelson Howard. But everyone Kelly. How long you been married?" Kelson looked at his ring.
"You're really trying to get me shot by her, aren't you?" Jarod made a lame joke to attempt to smile. "By who?" Kelson looked out the window," Oh, geez; she is a beaut..." Jarod couldn't hear anymore because he slipped in and out of a dizzy spell. "Hey, hey, man, what're you doin'? No, no, no! Don't throw up back there anymore!" Kelson brought Jarod out of the cab and rested him to where he was leaning on it. "Mac, Get this guy inside! He's sick off his ass!" Kelson hoisted him up to the steps.
"Oh God," Parker groaned, a sharp pain in her stomach. "Ma'am, are you okay?" Mac saw her clutch her stomach. "I'm fine, can you get him in here?" she shook it off and stood up. "Yeah...hey, I got cha," Mac went down to the steps and got Jarod into the house. "Are you two, ah, gonna be okay? Well, I'd get him to an ER. He smells and looks sick."
"And you found him like this?" "Well, Kelson said some dude threw him in the back of the cab and gave him this address..." "Thank you, but no thank you. We'll be fine-""Do you have any Vitaxitan?" Jarod croaked out. No answer. "Then go get TJ. I know what it is...hey Mac, I'll be fine at the stool on the bar," he told the man supporting him up. "You sure?" "Yeah, I'll just get some water later on...take my medicine. I'll be fine, thanks," he handed him 200 out of a clip that wasn't wet.
"You have a nasty bump on the front of your head and on the back. They were both bleeding really badly." "I appreciate everything, I really do, but we got it from here." "You sure? Need some over the counter things?" "No, I'll take care of him, I appreciate this a lot, Mac...you too, Kelson. Do you have a number...?" "I have warrants," Kelson smiled, joking a little bit. "We might have some business with your company later on," Jarod winced, putting an ice pack behind his head.
"Well, we're on our way out. Hope to hear from you soon." "Bye then, thanks again," Jarod said, watching them leave. "You had to get yourself beat up? Why?" Parker asked as the door closed behind the two. "Just...shut up and let me talk," Jarod said, the pain returning to him like a full blown hangover.
Parker raised an eyebrow with the 'excuse me' ice queen coming back. "Listen, Parker. There's something you need to know." "You believe me now?" "I have to. I know something's that just...basically hit me when I got here this morning." "Like what? Intuition from your wife?" "No...your brother." "What? What does Lyle have to do with this?" "He's out...and he set up someone to...I can't." "Can't what?"
"Tell me what?" she grew impatient, sitting across from him at the kitchen bar. "Your brother and I...we're both on a um, man hunt." "For who?" "A guy named..." anxiety set in and Jarod's heart rate into a furried frenzy. "Who?" "A guy named Laurens..." "I haven't heard of him," she looked him right in the eyes," But what does this have to do about my..." "Premonitions? Nothing. You're premonition is over and done with. "What're you talking about?" Parker's tone hurt.
"I was too late...remember you told me there was blood?" he asked. "Uh huh," she nodded, going back into the *dark place*. "Lyle drugged me at the airport this morning and told me...that um...those dreams you were having were real; a man was coming here and tapping your drinks. Bobby said it was only to scare you, to get to me, to get me, but he said Laurens took it too far..." "What're you saying?" she leaned in. "I'm saying...Laurens raped you," Jarod's words stung the air like freezing ice sickles. Parker's eyes grew wide with embarrassment and fear; just hers locked on to Jarod's.
I hate to leave you like this, but um...the school is closing in a few and I gotta go. I hope you like it and I'll start again as soon as I can. 1
J-Phoenix