Disclaimer: see part one

Author's Note: Hi everyone. I just had my last 'real' school day yesterday and so I am a bit enthusiastic. I will have several days where I have to show up at school including my oral exam in English but the 'daily routine' is gone now. Due to that I decided to give you a new chapter now. So enjoy it and send me feedback.

Thanks to:

gemini006007: Yeah, doesn't look good at all. Let's see if and when he will be able to get out. Thanks for reviewing and now enjoy reading the next chapter.

Mfkngst: Well, thank you for the compliments. It's great to hear that you liked the chapter. About Miss Parker… wait and see. Thanks for the review and now have fun.

Grace: Thanks again for those compliments. It's good to hear such things! Well, as to what will happen to Jarod, Parker and the baby… you'll have to read on.

Earthdrago: Ha, was that a threat??? #grins# Yeah, well. Sometimes it pays out to start only later with reading a story. Anyway, thank you for reviewing and here's the update you requested so nicely :-).

Brandy: Parker? Yeah, where is she? Read on and find out #gins#. Thanks for the wonderful compliments and now enjoy.

Leochick: You want to know what Miss Parker's story is? Well, I'll tell you… more or less. Thank you for the review and now enjoy the next chapter.

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The Call Part 8

A visitor

Jarod lay on his side on the floor of his cell. Approximately two more days had passed.

He had lost a great deal of weight. Cuts and bruises were decorating his torso, legs and face. Several ribs were either bruised or broken. Apart from his trousers he didn't wear anything else.

The shirt had been torn and had yet to be replaced by Centre standard clothes. But the trousers he wore were still his own.

He wondered why the Centre hadn't replaced them but he mused it had been because they didn't think it important.

What they didn't know was that it 'was' important for Jarod.

Somehow keeping something from his life in the outside world in his possession helped him to endure everything; the torture, the pain and the humiliation.

Through the trousers he kept his grasp on the real world and they made his resolution to escape all the more rigid.

The doors to his cell opened.

Jarod looked up after a few seconds when none of Lyle's snide comments beamed through the room.

His gaze locked with that of a tall brunette. Jarod crocked his head to his side, anger welling up in his every fibre.

"Miss Parker", he drawled. "What do I own the pleasure?"

She stayed silent. Jarod slowly got up from his lying position, not wanting to talk to her while being in an inferior position. He worked on getting up, suppressing a few moans that threatened to erupt upon the movements.

When he finally stood, Parker let her gaze sweep over his bruised and battered body.

"Satisfied with what you see?" He sneered and walked up to the bars to stand in front of her. Suppressing a limp, the attention of the sweepers had left him with, he moved to the iron bars that were holding them apart, with his head held high, clearly showing that he would not give in.

„I'm sorry, Jarod", Parker finally sighed when he was standing in front of her. She looked down, evading eye contact.

"No", he shook his head, his eyes flashing with anger.

"Jarod", she tried to start.

"No, Parker", Jarod forcefully grasped the bars just next to her head, making her flinch and take a step back.

"You know what?" Jarod asked and then paused to give her time to react - she didn't.

"I curse the day I gave you that number… I curse the day I was stupid enough to think that you might use it well… and look where it brought me", he looked around angrily while speaking his cruel words.

Parker followed his gaze and swallowed. Jarod turned back to her sharply.

"I trusted you. And that's the biggest mistake I ever made. It's even worse than the mistake I made by giving you my number", Jarod said and turned on his heel to move over to the wall farthest away from the entrance, to the spot where he had been lying before she came. Standing in an upright position was quickly drawing strength out of his body.

"Jarod", Parker called, nearly pleading.

"No Parker. Go. Just…", he angrily started but then his voice dropped to barely a murmur. "…leave me alone." He shook his head, still facing away from her. His chin dropped to his chest and he had to fight hard against the tears that were threatening to fall. He was too tired to suppress his limp any longer when he walked further away - so he didn't.

"I'm sorry it ended that way", she said.

Jarod swivelled around again, ignoring the wave of dizziness that resulted out of his move.

"It was your choice… not mine", he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. He turned away again, slower than he had before.

"No, it wasn't", Parker whispered.

Jarod shuffled the remaining steps to the wall where he slowly slid down so that he ended up sitting on bare floor once more. He closed his eyes again.

Shortly after that, he heard the cell door close.

To be continued…

Author's Note: Ok, ok. I know that was short but I wanted to leave it at that. This chapter has to stand for itself. The contents of the next chapter wouldn't have fitted into this one. You will know what I mean once you get the next chapter. I would have made one chapter out of the two if it had fitted. But it didn't. So you will have to wait for the next chapter to come up. Because I know that this chapter was short, I will bring the next part up on Tuesday or Wednesday.

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