Chapter one:
The cold, damp room surrounded her, encasing her in the prison that was
chosen for her. She lay shivering on the cold, damp floor. Her whole body
ached. The pounding of her head made her whimper in pain. This is what they
had created. They had destroyed a solid structure and created a feeble
minded woman. She heard a noise from above her, but she didn't respond to
it. She no longer cared who it was.
Feet scurried towards her and a gentle face knelt beside her and started brushing his hands through her hair.
"Pain.Daughter.so much pain.hate.confused." He kept blabbering but she no longer listened to what he had to say. The darkness crowded into her head as she lost consciousness.
Angelo sat by the unconscious figure, wrapped his arms around her, and rocked back and forth. The pain from both the unconscious figure clouded his eyes in the form of tears.
Sydney sat at his desk worrying about her. He jumped at the ringing of his phone and rushed to answer it.
"Parker?" He hoped worriedly into the piece.
"Sydney? What's wrong?" replied a familiar voice. Sydney sighed, still no word from her.
"Nothing's wrong, Jarod. I was just hoping that Parker decided that a two week vacation was long enough."
"Parker? Go on vacation? That's a surprise." Jarod chuckled and mentally decided to mess up her vacation a bit. "Where?"
"I don't know. Lyle came by and told us that she would be gone for a while for a much needed vacation."
Jarod could hear the worry creeping in Sydney's voice. "You don't think that's it?"
"I don't know, Jarod, I don't know." Sydney signed. Not realizing that eyes were watching him from the vent.
Angelo sat in the vents listening to the conversation. "Friend.help." He whispered before leaving the vents in search of a computer.
"Sydney scared." He mumbled to himself as he turned the computer on and typed a message to Jarod. "Friend help daughter."
After he wrote the message and sent it he crawled back into the vents and went towards Parker's room. When he reached her vent he crawled down into an empty room. Suddenly he grabbed his head a let out a fearful shriek. "Daughter hurting! NO!" He collapsed onto the cold, damp floor and rocked back and forth in pain. "Bad men hurt daughter."
He stayed in the shadows rocking back and forth until three sweepers threw a shivering figure into the room.
Feet scurried towards her and a gentle face knelt beside her and started brushing his hands through her hair.
"Pain.Daughter.so much pain.hate.confused." He kept blabbering but she no longer listened to what he had to say. The darkness crowded into her head as she lost consciousness.
Angelo sat by the unconscious figure, wrapped his arms around her, and rocked back and forth. The pain from both the unconscious figure clouded his eyes in the form of tears.
Sydney sat at his desk worrying about her. He jumped at the ringing of his phone and rushed to answer it.
"Parker?" He hoped worriedly into the piece.
"Sydney? What's wrong?" replied a familiar voice. Sydney sighed, still no word from her.
"Nothing's wrong, Jarod. I was just hoping that Parker decided that a two week vacation was long enough."
"Parker? Go on vacation? That's a surprise." Jarod chuckled and mentally decided to mess up her vacation a bit. "Where?"
"I don't know. Lyle came by and told us that she would be gone for a while for a much needed vacation."
Jarod could hear the worry creeping in Sydney's voice. "You don't think that's it?"
"I don't know, Jarod, I don't know." Sydney signed. Not realizing that eyes were watching him from the vent.
Angelo sat in the vents listening to the conversation. "Friend.help." He whispered before leaving the vents in search of a computer.
"Sydney scared." He mumbled to himself as he turned the computer on and typed a message to Jarod. "Friend help daughter."
After he wrote the message and sent it he crawled back into the vents and went towards Parker's room. When he reached her vent he crawled down into an empty room. Suddenly he grabbed his head a let out a fearful shriek. "Daughter hurting! NO!" He collapsed onto the cold, damp floor and rocked back and forth in pain. "Bad men hurt daughter."
He stayed in the shadows rocking back and forth until three sweepers threw a shivering figure into the room.