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Chapter 4
Sunday, 10:00am Parker's house…
Parker felt the bed dip next to her. She knew it was Jarod but chose not to acknowledge him.
" Parker. Oh Parrrrkkkeerrrr." he said in a sing song voice.
Her head throbbing in pain. She squeezed her eyes shut then opened them to the dark surroundings of her room. She turned unto her side to see Jarod's face.
" The Centre had us working all night yesterday trying to find you." she grumbled.
" I'm sorry I didn't make myself easier to find." he pouted
" Go away." she shut her eyes and went straight back to sleep.
" You must be really exhausted." he said looking at her. Her dark hair contrasted against her pale white skin. He tucked a strand of stray hair away.
" I'll be here when you wake up." he whispered then left.
Walking into the kitchen he couldn't help but smile. He was in Parker's house, with her just a couple of feet away. And yet he was alive, still walking.
He wanted to her house as soon as he saw the message, but he had things to take care of. He felt his stomach grumble. He hadn't eaten in at least 9 hours. The case had him working into the night, daily.
He opened the fridge. There was nothing in it. Does she ever eat at home he wondered.
He picked up her car keys then headed out. He knew where the market was, there was no use waiting until she was ready to go. In that case they'd both starve to death.
He wore a hat to cover his face and dark sunglasses to make sure that he was unrecognizable. He also kept his head lowered as he picked up the groceries. He couldn't remain completely noticed however. All the workers seemed to be waiting on him hand and foot. They must know Parker's car he chuckled. Parker had that effect on people. He quickly picked up the groceries for breakfast and whatever he though she might later need. It was very doubtful that they'd be going out to eat. He went to the cashier to pay for the things but they said it was on the tab. Parker must have done something to them he thought. Thanked them, then left.
11:30 am Parker's driveway…
"Who?" Jarod asked
" Ms.Parker. About two days ago. All I've been hearing are screams. At ungodly hours of the night."
" Really?" Jarod responded worried.
"She's usually not that loud when she brings her men home."
Jarod laughed at the comment. He'd heard about gossiping neighbors but never had he experienced it.
"I live with my cats and dogs. I can't sleep with all that racket. It wakes up the dogs."
" I'm sorry." Jarod said
" Well, I tried to see her to talk, but she is never at home. People around here say she's mean. But I've never talked to her. I see her sometimes when she's leaving for work….she continued to talk"
" I'll talk to her. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience." Jarod apologized quickly then left.
" Well, as long as the screaming stop." she yelled after him
He picked up the groceries from the car then went inside. I wonder what is wrong with Parker. As he was putting the groceries away a blood curdling scream sounded through the house .
" This must be what Ms.Rollins was talking about." he quickly ran into Parker's bedroom.
She was thrashing around, but her arms and feet were together, as if she was being bound by an invisible rope.
" Parker! Parker! Wake up!". he shook her.
She woke up disoriented. Her body soaked with sweat. Soon after she caught her breath she ran into the bathroom and threw up. After a while she relaxed, tears in her eyes.
" What did you see Parker?" Jarod asked.
She looked at herself in the mirror.
She smiled sadly " Aren't I a pretty sight." she said changing the subject
" The prettiest." Jarod said smiling back. He decided to let his questions go. He'd ask her later.
"We have to get whoever is doing this Jarod." she said.
Jarod handed her a towel to wipe her face.
" I know we do. I brought the file so we could work on them. But first you should uhh…do your morning stuff. I'll go make some breakfast."
" I don't have any…" she started to say. But by the smile on Jarod's face she stopped. " You went to the market." she said
" Yes. Everyone there waited on me hand and foot."
" They're nice people. It's family run you know. I've known them since I was a kid."
Parker said
" Oh. I thought they were just afraid of you." he chuckled. " I'm making lunch"
. "I want breakfast. I want pancakes, eggs, and bacon."
" But it's almost lunch." he said. She shoved him out of the bathroom " I want breakfast."
Jarod laughed at her persistence and headed to the kitchen to take care of the order.
" This is weird." Parker said shoving a piece of pancake into her mouth.
" The food is weird?" Jarod said sniffing it.
" No. This. We're just sitting here. Chatting. I'm not killing you." she smiled
" I like that." Jarod smiled back
" Mmmmh. Did we miss you when you were a chef?" she asked
" Yes. I guess. I learned in France. You guys never thought to searching out of the states."
" You should be thankful." she said
" So what did you dream about?"
" I'm eating right now. Can it wait." she said avoiding the subject again.
" That bad huh." Jarod persisted. She had a way of burying her demons, and by the octave of her scream. He didn't think it'll be healthy for her to keep it locked up.
She took a bite of her bacon then shoved back the plate.
" You're not going to let this go are you?"
" Not until you tell me." he said
" Ok. Ever since San Francisco I've been having these dreams." she got up and headed to the couch.
" In my dreams I become the victims. I see and feel everything that they are going through."
" Do you mean like a pretend." Jarod said.
" I guess. They died horribly Jarod. They were in pain. The killer tortured them. It was as if he was testing just how long they could last. It felt like teasing. The killer enjoyed toying with them." Jarod could see her getting more agitated.
" The kidnapping. The chase. The torturing. He enjoyed it. And I lived all of it Jarod. Every single one of those girls… I died Jarod." she yelled. " Every time I'd wake up screaming it was because I had died. I could feel nothing. I couldn't see…. And…I'd…I'd fight to wake up. I'd wake up screaming."
Jarod sat down next to her. " I'm sorry for putting you through this." he said
" It's not you. It's my inner sense doing this to me. For some reason I thought it was a good thing that I had inherited." she groaned
" It is a good thing. You get to help people." Jarod said
" And I also get to feel what death is like."
" Well, there is always some sort of down side." he smiled sadly. " I'm sorry."
" Jarod we have to catch this bastard."
" Let's get to work then." He poured all the information concerning the case onto the sitting room table.
Parker was uncomfortable at first. Fearing the possibility of getting a premonition of the murders. But she soon got over it. She was doing this to help others. And with all the bad things she'd done in the name of the Centre. It was about time she started piling up some good karmic points.
Chapter 4
Sunday, 10:00am Parker's house…
Parker felt the bed dip next to her. She knew it was Jarod but chose not to acknowledge him.
" Parker. Oh Parrrrkkkeerrrr." he said in a sing song voice.
Her head throbbing in pain. She squeezed her eyes shut then opened them to the dark surroundings of her room. She turned unto her side to see Jarod's face.
" The Centre had us working all night yesterday trying to find you." she grumbled.
" I'm sorry I didn't make myself easier to find." he pouted
" Go away." she shut her eyes and went straight back to sleep.
" You must be really exhausted." he said looking at her. Her dark hair contrasted against her pale white skin. He tucked a strand of stray hair away.
" I'll be here when you wake up." he whispered then left.
Walking into the kitchen he couldn't help but smile. He was in Parker's house, with her just a couple of feet away. And yet he was alive, still walking.
He wanted to her house as soon as he saw the message, but he had things to take care of. He felt his stomach grumble. He hadn't eaten in at least 9 hours. The case had him working into the night, daily.
He opened the fridge. There was nothing in it. Does she ever eat at home he wondered.
He picked up her car keys then headed out. He knew where the market was, there was no use waiting until she was ready to go. In that case they'd both starve to death.
He wore a hat to cover his face and dark sunglasses to make sure that he was unrecognizable. He also kept his head lowered as he picked up the groceries. He couldn't remain completely noticed however. All the workers seemed to be waiting on him hand and foot. They must know Parker's car he chuckled. Parker had that effect on people. He quickly picked up the groceries for breakfast and whatever he though she might later need. It was very doubtful that they'd be going out to eat. He went to the cashier to pay for the things but they said it was on the tab. Parker must have done something to them he thought. Thanked them, then left.
11:30 am Parker's driveway…
"Who?" Jarod asked
" Ms.Parker. About two days ago. All I've been hearing are screams. At ungodly hours of the night."
" Really?" Jarod responded worried.
"She's usually not that loud when she brings her men home."
Jarod laughed at the comment. He'd heard about gossiping neighbors but never had he experienced it.
"I live with my cats and dogs. I can't sleep with all that racket. It wakes up the dogs."
" I'm sorry." Jarod said
" Well, I tried to see her to talk, but she is never at home. People around here say she's mean. But I've never talked to her. I see her sometimes when she's leaving for work….she continued to talk"
" I'll talk to her. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience." Jarod apologized quickly then left.
" Well, as long as the screaming stop." she yelled after him
He picked up the groceries from the car then went inside. I wonder what is wrong with Parker. As he was putting the groceries away a blood curdling scream sounded through the house .
" This must be what Ms.Rollins was talking about." he quickly ran into Parker's bedroom.
She was thrashing around, but her arms and feet were together, as if she was being bound by an invisible rope.
" Parker! Parker! Wake up!". he shook her.
She woke up disoriented. Her body soaked with sweat. Soon after she caught her breath she ran into the bathroom and threw up. After a while she relaxed, tears in her eyes.
" What did you see Parker?" Jarod asked.
She looked at herself in the mirror.
She smiled sadly " Aren't I a pretty sight." she said changing the subject
" The prettiest." Jarod said smiling back. He decided to let his questions go. He'd ask her later.
"We have to get whoever is doing this Jarod." she said.
Jarod handed her a towel to wipe her face.
" I know we do. I brought the file so we could work on them. But first you should uhh…do your morning stuff. I'll go make some breakfast."
" I don't have any…" she started to say. But by the smile on Jarod's face she stopped. " You went to the market." she said
" Yes. Everyone there waited on me hand and foot."
" They're nice people. It's family run you know. I've known them since I was a kid."
Parker said
" Oh. I thought they were just afraid of you." he chuckled. " I'm making lunch"
. "I want breakfast. I want pancakes, eggs, and bacon."
" But it's almost lunch." he said. She shoved him out of the bathroom " I want breakfast."
Jarod laughed at her persistence and headed to the kitchen to take care of the order.
" This is weird." Parker said shoving a piece of pancake into her mouth.
" The food is weird?" Jarod said sniffing it.
" No. This. We're just sitting here. Chatting. I'm not killing you." she smiled
" I like that." Jarod smiled back
" Mmmmh. Did we miss you when you were a chef?" she asked
" Yes. I guess. I learned in France. You guys never thought to searching out of the states."
" You should be thankful." she said
" So what did you dream about?"
" I'm eating right now. Can it wait." she said avoiding the subject again.
" That bad huh." Jarod persisted. She had a way of burying her demons, and by the octave of her scream. He didn't think it'll be healthy for her to keep it locked up.
She took a bite of her bacon then shoved back the plate.
" You're not going to let this go are you?"
" Not until you tell me." he said
" Ok. Ever since San Francisco I've been having these dreams." she got up and headed to the couch.
" In my dreams I become the victims. I see and feel everything that they are going through."
" Do you mean like a pretend." Jarod said.
" I guess. They died horribly Jarod. They were in pain. The killer tortured them. It was as if he was testing just how long they could last. It felt like teasing. The killer enjoyed toying with them." Jarod could see her getting more agitated.
" The kidnapping. The chase. The torturing. He enjoyed it. And I lived all of it Jarod. Every single one of those girls… I died Jarod." she yelled. " Every time I'd wake up screaming it was because I had died. I could feel nothing. I couldn't see…. And…I'd…I'd fight to wake up. I'd wake up screaming."
Jarod sat down next to her. " I'm sorry for putting you through this." he said
" It's not you. It's my inner sense doing this to me. For some reason I thought it was a good thing that I had inherited." she groaned
" It is a good thing. You get to help people." Jarod said
" And I also get to feel what death is like."
" Well, there is always some sort of down side." he smiled sadly. " I'm sorry."
" Jarod we have to catch this bastard."
" Let's get to work then." He poured all the information concerning the case onto the sitting room table.
Parker was uncomfortable at first. Fearing the possibility of getting a premonition of the murders. But she soon got over it. She was doing this to help others. And with all the bad things she'd done in the name of the Centre. It was about time she started piling up some good karmic points.