CHAPTER TWO
LATER THAT DAY.
"Jarod, I just wanted to tell you that... I don't think I'm coming to the party tonight, I'm sorry."
Jarod looked up from his paperwork and saw Lydia standing in the doorway.
"Why not? It would be a great opportunity for us to get to know each other," he said.
"I can't..." Lydia mumbled.
Jarod didn't do anything else to talk her into it. Instead he just nodded.
"I have to go."
"Sure, take care!"
LYDIA'S APARTMENT.
Just as Lydia had entered her apartment, Greg welcomed her with a big hug. Lydia immediately stiffened, but as she realized he wasn't going to do anything, she relaxed slightly.
"You're not afraid of me? Are you sweetie?" Greg said with a smile.
When Lydia didn't answer, he continued. "You know I love you..." he said.
"Yeah... I know, I love you too..." Lydia finally replied.
Greg let go of her and helped her to take of her coat.
"Sweetie, what are you wearing? That's not your shirt; you don't have a shirt that looks like that..." Greg stated, eyeing Lydia's black clothing.
First she was confused; suddenly she realized she still had the shirt she borrowed from Jarod. She gave her boyfriend a frightened look. What was she going to tell him?
"Where have you been?" Greg asked suspiciously.
"At work, I swear...I'm not lying to you," Lydia said.
"Give me a reason why I would believe that!"
Lydia flinched as she heard the anger in his voice. She was just about to explain when Greg suddenly slapped her face hard.
"I don't want your excuses! You belong to me, and if you even look at anyone else, I'll make you regret it!" he snapped.
"I'm sorry..."
"No you're not!"
"Yes, you have to believe me. I love you," Lydia pleaded.
Greg didn't listen to her. "Take it off!" he ordered. With trembling hands, Lydia started to unbutton the shirt. Greg didn't think she did it fast enough, with a quick movement he grabbed it and abruptly tore it open. Lydia couldn't help but let out a whimper as she realized what this would lead to. She desperately tried to hold back the tears that threatened to fall, but failed.
"You know I hate when you cry! STOP IT!" Greg screamed, hitting her a second time.
Lydia tried to get away from him but Greg grabbed her arm and abruptly spun her around. He kneed her in her stomach, causing her to double up with pain. She tried to not scream, but as he placed another knee in her ribs she couldn't. The pain was so strong, her legs gave way under her and she collapsed to the floor, clutching her side. Desperately she tried to move away from her boyfriend's rage, but no matter how she tried, he continued kicking her. After what she thought was an eternity, the agony faded, and everything became dark.
MEANWHILE. JAROD'S HOTEL ROOM.
Jarod was sitting by his computer, impatiently waiting for a message from one of his friends working at an adopting agency. The thought of that Lydia and Miss Parker was related hadn't left his mind since he had first seen her. He knew something strange was going on and he was sure his friend could help him. Jarod sighed, what was taking him so long? There wasn't much time, one thing was sure; he couldn't miss his own welcome party later this night. Everybody at the news station had been looking forward to it, and the last thing he wanted was to disappoint them.
Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by a sound from the computer. Jarod quickly opened the mail. He started to read. What he saw shocked him, he couldn't believe it! When he first told about his suspicious he hadn't been sure they would have been real, but they actually were. Lydia had been sent away for adoption almost immediately after she was born. And the one in charge had been using the name Raines. Jarod continued reading. He couldn't help but gasp as he realized what this meant. Lydia and Miss Parker wasn't only related, they were sisters...twins! Jarod smiled! This was so great! He couldn't believe it! But it was great! He could imagine the look on Miss Parker's face as her told her. When he found her...
Jarod's smile soon faded away as he read the end of the mail. He stared at the picture for what he thought was an eternity. NO! It couldn't be! Not her!
Jarod once again read the last part, this time loud.
"Jarod, I'm sorry to tell you this, but I did a search on your missing friend. I think I've found her; I got this picture form the morgue. She's dead. I'm sorry to tell you this. And it's a shame she never got to meat her sister... I hope this helped you.
Bye, your friend Mark."
Jarod was shocked. Miss Parker couldn't be dead. He'd always held on to the though that he would find her, but now, everything was shattered. He felt tears brim in his eyes, his first thought was to wipe them away, but he didn't care. Why would he care about that now when Miss Parker was gone... forever...
TBC.
AN: Sorry, I hope I didn't disappoint you by killing Parker... I thought I would write a story without her... hmmmm, kind of. But as you know, no one really dies at the Centre, so maybe they'll find her later... ALIVE!!
LATER THAT DAY.
"Jarod, I just wanted to tell you that... I don't think I'm coming to the party tonight, I'm sorry."
Jarod looked up from his paperwork and saw Lydia standing in the doorway.
"Why not? It would be a great opportunity for us to get to know each other," he said.
"I can't..." Lydia mumbled.
Jarod didn't do anything else to talk her into it. Instead he just nodded.
"I have to go."
"Sure, take care!"
LYDIA'S APARTMENT.
Just as Lydia had entered her apartment, Greg welcomed her with a big hug. Lydia immediately stiffened, but as she realized he wasn't going to do anything, she relaxed slightly.
"You're not afraid of me? Are you sweetie?" Greg said with a smile.
When Lydia didn't answer, he continued. "You know I love you..." he said.
"Yeah... I know, I love you too..." Lydia finally replied.
Greg let go of her and helped her to take of her coat.
"Sweetie, what are you wearing? That's not your shirt; you don't have a shirt that looks like that..." Greg stated, eyeing Lydia's black clothing.
First she was confused; suddenly she realized she still had the shirt she borrowed from Jarod. She gave her boyfriend a frightened look. What was she going to tell him?
"Where have you been?" Greg asked suspiciously.
"At work, I swear...I'm not lying to you," Lydia said.
"Give me a reason why I would believe that!"
Lydia flinched as she heard the anger in his voice. She was just about to explain when Greg suddenly slapped her face hard.
"I don't want your excuses! You belong to me, and if you even look at anyone else, I'll make you regret it!" he snapped.
"I'm sorry..."
"No you're not!"
"Yes, you have to believe me. I love you," Lydia pleaded.
Greg didn't listen to her. "Take it off!" he ordered. With trembling hands, Lydia started to unbutton the shirt. Greg didn't think she did it fast enough, with a quick movement he grabbed it and abruptly tore it open. Lydia couldn't help but let out a whimper as she realized what this would lead to. She desperately tried to hold back the tears that threatened to fall, but failed.
"You know I hate when you cry! STOP IT!" Greg screamed, hitting her a second time.
Lydia tried to get away from him but Greg grabbed her arm and abruptly spun her around. He kneed her in her stomach, causing her to double up with pain. She tried to not scream, but as he placed another knee in her ribs she couldn't. The pain was so strong, her legs gave way under her and she collapsed to the floor, clutching her side. Desperately she tried to move away from her boyfriend's rage, but no matter how she tried, he continued kicking her. After what she thought was an eternity, the agony faded, and everything became dark.
MEANWHILE. JAROD'S HOTEL ROOM.
Jarod was sitting by his computer, impatiently waiting for a message from one of his friends working at an adopting agency. The thought of that Lydia and Miss Parker was related hadn't left his mind since he had first seen her. He knew something strange was going on and he was sure his friend could help him. Jarod sighed, what was taking him so long? There wasn't much time, one thing was sure; he couldn't miss his own welcome party later this night. Everybody at the news station had been looking forward to it, and the last thing he wanted was to disappoint them.
Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by a sound from the computer. Jarod quickly opened the mail. He started to read. What he saw shocked him, he couldn't believe it! When he first told about his suspicious he hadn't been sure they would have been real, but they actually were. Lydia had been sent away for adoption almost immediately after she was born. And the one in charge had been using the name Raines. Jarod continued reading. He couldn't help but gasp as he realized what this meant. Lydia and Miss Parker wasn't only related, they were sisters...twins! Jarod smiled! This was so great! He couldn't believe it! But it was great! He could imagine the look on Miss Parker's face as her told her. When he found her...
Jarod's smile soon faded away as he read the end of the mail. He stared at the picture for what he thought was an eternity. NO! It couldn't be! Not her!
Jarod once again read the last part, this time loud.
"Jarod, I'm sorry to tell you this, but I did a search on your missing friend. I think I've found her; I got this picture form the morgue. She's dead. I'm sorry to tell you this. And it's a shame she never got to meat her sister... I hope this helped you.
Bye, your friend Mark."
Jarod was shocked. Miss Parker couldn't be dead. He'd always held on to the though that he would find her, but now, everything was shattered. He felt tears brim in his eyes, his first thought was to wipe them away, but he didn't care. Why would he care about that now when Miss Parker was gone... forever...
TBC.
AN: Sorry, I hope I didn't disappoint you by killing Parker... I thought I would write a story without her... hmmmm, kind of. But as you know, no one really dies at the Centre, so maybe they'll find her later... ALIVE!!