CHAPTER FIVE.
LATER THAT DAY. JAROD'S HOTEL ROOM.
Jarod entered the room, deep in thoughts. He sighed sadly, he had explained what had happened and the persons at the news station understood. But it didn't make him feel ay better. Miss Parker was dead and there was nothing that could change that. No matter what he did, she would never come back. Slowly, Jarod made his way to the bedroom to check up on Lydia. He stopped in the doorway, watching her sleep. Memories of Miss Parker came flashing through his mind. Seeing her sister reminded him so much. He felt tears brim in his eyes and he had to close his eyes to pull himself together. They hadn't been close, but it didn't change the fact that he loved her. He would never forget her, as long as he lived. Jarod couldn't help but smile as he saw Lydia shift, having her with him made him think, parts of Miss Parker would always be there as well. They were twins after all!
"Jarod? You're back?"
Jarod was brought back from his thoughts of the all too familiar voice.
"Yeah, how are you feeling?" he asked, walking up to the bed. He sat down on its edge.
"It's the same..." Lydia mumbled.
"I'm sorry... but it will be better I promise."
Lydia gave him a weak smile. "I know I remind you of my sister... you don't have to help me if it's too hard... I'll be fine," she said in a low voice.
Jarod shook his head. "Don't think of that," he said.
There was a silence.
"She looks like me, doesn't she?"
Jarod nodded. He took out a photo and gave it to Lydia. "Only a little different," he said unhappily.
Lydia didn't say anything. She just watched the picture with sad eyes. She swallowed hard.
"I would have looked exactly like her if I hadn't colored my hair..." she finally mumbled. "
"Yeah... try to get some rest now, I'll fix something to eat," Jarod said. He got up on his feet and left the room. Lydia watched him go, than she let her gaze fall at the picture she was still holding. She sighed sadly, why did things have to turn out so bad? She wished she would have a chance to meet her sister. And most of all, she wished things could be right between her and Greg.
ABOUT ONE MONTH LATER.
Jarod had finished his job at the news station now when Will was back, and had moved on to a real pretend, helping a woman find her mother. He was still staying at the same hotel, mostly because of Lydia who was still living with him. He just couldn't tell her he had to move on, he wasn't sure whether he wanted it or not. Of course he missed Miss Parker, but having her sister around was a comfort. She was so nice and so sweet. He just couldn't leave her, not yet. She wasn't completely restored yet, but she was back at work, feeling a lot better. And that boyfriend of hers was in custody, about to be taken to prison for rape, abuse and for having killed three women.
Jarod walked up to the window, looking out at the trafficked street beneath. By now, it was almost dark outside, but the lights never allowed the darkness to fall completely. Suddenly he heard the door shut, he was surprised he hadn't noticed it open in the first place, but he didn't care.
Lydia took off her jacket in silence, she saw Jarod, but didn't say anything. Maybe he wanted to be left alone for a while. She couldn't believe how a man could be so nice. He had taken care of her like no one else had ever done. It was unbelievable! She was afraid to admit it, even to herself, but she had actually started to like this man, more than in a friendly way. He had everything she could ask for, and in comparison to Greg he was an angel. Lydia knew Jarod would never dream about hurting her, he wouldn't hurt anyone if it wasn't necessary. But she also knew it could never be anything more between them than friendship. He was in love with Miss Parker... her dead sister. Lydia almost laughed at the irony of the situation. Why did she always have to fall for the wrong men? First there was Greg who almost managed to kill her, and now this! Why could things never be easy? She really wanted Jarod to love her; she would do anything to feel the affection. To be loved for real, not by some idiot who hurt her every time she didn't obey him.
"Lydia, I'm sorry I didn't..."
Lydia was snapped back from her thoughts by Jarod.
"It's okay!" she hurried to say. Jarod gave her a puzzled look. It was obvious he had noticed the nervousness in her. She gave him a smile.
"I was just thinking of some things... are you okay?" she asked.
Jarod smiled. "Yes, as good as I can be... I still miss her."
Lydia nodded. She felt tears brim in her eyes. It hurt so much to hear him say that. But she couldn't blame him; he did love Parker, not her.
"I should move back to my apartment," Lydia said.
"You do as you want to, but I want you to know that you can stay here as long as you want... well, as long as I'll stay anyway."
"Are you sure? Why would you want me here?"
"I care about you..."
Lydia just nodded. She didn't know what else to do. She wasn't sure whether Jarod wanted her to stay or not, maybe he just told her so because he wanted to be nice. The truth was that she didn't want to go back to her apartment. She hadn't been there since that day, and she was afraid of facing all of the stuff she knew would remind her. She just wanted to forget about that awful time and move on.
"Lydia, it's okay, trust me, I want you to stay..." Jarod said softly. He walked up to her, putting one arm around her shoulders. Lydia smiled slightly. Maybe he was honest. She really hoped he was... ยค
TBC
NOTE: I know... you guys want Parker to be alive. And she IS, just be patient. There are some things that have to happen before Jarod finds out!
LATER THAT DAY. JAROD'S HOTEL ROOM.
Jarod entered the room, deep in thoughts. He sighed sadly, he had explained what had happened and the persons at the news station understood. But it didn't make him feel ay better. Miss Parker was dead and there was nothing that could change that. No matter what he did, she would never come back. Slowly, Jarod made his way to the bedroom to check up on Lydia. He stopped in the doorway, watching her sleep. Memories of Miss Parker came flashing through his mind. Seeing her sister reminded him so much. He felt tears brim in his eyes and he had to close his eyes to pull himself together. They hadn't been close, but it didn't change the fact that he loved her. He would never forget her, as long as he lived. Jarod couldn't help but smile as he saw Lydia shift, having her with him made him think, parts of Miss Parker would always be there as well. They were twins after all!
"Jarod? You're back?"
Jarod was brought back from his thoughts of the all too familiar voice.
"Yeah, how are you feeling?" he asked, walking up to the bed. He sat down on its edge.
"It's the same..." Lydia mumbled.
"I'm sorry... but it will be better I promise."
Lydia gave him a weak smile. "I know I remind you of my sister... you don't have to help me if it's too hard... I'll be fine," she said in a low voice.
Jarod shook his head. "Don't think of that," he said.
There was a silence.
"She looks like me, doesn't she?"
Jarod nodded. He took out a photo and gave it to Lydia. "Only a little different," he said unhappily.
Lydia didn't say anything. She just watched the picture with sad eyes. She swallowed hard.
"I would have looked exactly like her if I hadn't colored my hair..." she finally mumbled. "
"Yeah... try to get some rest now, I'll fix something to eat," Jarod said. He got up on his feet and left the room. Lydia watched him go, than she let her gaze fall at the picture she was still holding. She sighed sadly, why did things have to turn out so bad? She wished she would have a chance to meet her sister. And most of all, she wished things could be right between her and Greg.
ABOUT ONE MONTH LATER.
Jarod had finished his job at the news station now when Will was back, and had moved on to a real pretend, helping a woman find her mother. He was still staying at the same hotel, mostly because of Lydia who was still living with him. He just couldn't tell her he had to move on, he wasn't sure whether he wanted it or not. Of course he missed Miss Parker, but having her sister around was a comfort. She was so nice and so sweet. He just couldn't leave her, not yet. She wasn't completely restored yet, but she was back at work, feeling a lot better. And that boyfriend of hers was in custody, about to be taken to prison for rape, abuse and for having killed three women.
Jarod walked up to the window, looking out at the trafficked street beneath. By now, it was almost dark outside, but the lights never allowed the darkness to fall completely. Suddenly he heard the door shut, he was surprised he hadn't noticed it open in the first place, but he didn't care.
Lydia took off her jacket in silence, she saw Jarod, but didn't say anything. Maybe he wanted to be left alone for a while. She couldn't believe how a man could be so nice. He had taken care of her like no one else had ever done. It was unbelievable! She was afraid to admit it, even to herself, but she had actually started to like this man, more than in a friendly way. He had everything she could ask for, and in comparison to Greg he was an angel. Lydia knew Jarod would never dream about hurting her, he wouldn't hurt anyone if it wasn't necessary. But she also knew it could never be anything more between them than friendship. He was in love with Miss Parker... her dead sister. Lydia almost laughed at the irony of the situation. Why did she always have to fall for the wrong men? First there was Greg who almost managed to kill her, and now this! Why could things never be easy? She really wanted Jarod to love her; she would do anything to feel the affection. To be loved for real, not by some idiot who hurt her every time she didn't obey him.
"Lydia, I'm sorry I didn't..."
Lydia was snapped back from her thoughts by Jarod.
"It's okay!" she hurried to say. Jarod gave her a puzzled look. It was obvious he had noticed the nervousness in her. She gave him a smile.
"I was just thinking of some things... are you okay?" she asked.
Jarod smiled. "Yes, as good as I can be... I still miss her."
Lydia nodded. She felt tears brim in her eyes. It hurt so much to hear him say that. But she couldn't blame him; he did love Parker, not her.
"I should move back to my apartment," Lydia said.
"You do as you want to, but I want you to know that you can stay here as long as you want... well, as long as I'll stay anyway."
"Are you sure? Why would you want me here?"
"I care about you..."
Lydia just nodded. She didn't know what else to do. She wasn't sure whether Jarod wanted her to stay or not, maybe he just told her so because he wanted to be nice. The truth was that she didn't want to go back to her apartment. She hadn't been there since that day, and she was afraid of facing all of the stuff she knew would remind her. She just wanted to forget about that awful time and move on.
"Lydia, it's okay, trust me, I want you to stay..." Jarod said softly. He walked up to her, putting one arm around her shoulders. Lydia smiled slightly. Maybe he was honest. She really hoped he was... ยค
TBC
NOTE: I know... you guys want Parker to be alive. And she IS, just be patient. There are some things that have to happen before Jarod finds out!