Sorry it took so long to update guys I was out of town due to fall break and then stupid fanfic wouldn't let me log on.
LJP- Why thank you, I thrilled you enjoyed this chapter I worker hard on it.
Miss Dynamite I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you so sad you couldn't review. This chapter isn't much better. Sammy now has to go to his parent funeral
Pretender Fanatic- You're forgiven as if I could ever be angry with you. I know all about how other things interfere with your plans for the day which is why it's been like a week now since I've updated. Glad you liked the chapter though.
And um about the bottle rocket and worm... um... yeah... lets just say I haven't been aloud to be around bottle rockets, firecrackers, sparklers, or any thing since I was seven.
Erikstrulove- Mr Parker is a truly evil bastard, but you ain't seen nothing yet.
And no Catherine won't find out about Lyle. But in a few chapters a young boy by the name of Bobby will make a brief appearance.
Jill- I'm glad you like the part on Jarod. And I promise he will make a few more appearances as time goes by.
Crazyrussiangal- God I hope I didn't make all my readers sad.
Morgan- Thanks Morgan glad you liked the chapter even though it make you sad.
CHAPTER 11
LETTING GO
January 12, 1967
1:59pm
Blue Cove Delaware
Parker Manor
After vomiting Sammy was unable to eat. Mor did not force him to try and eat his sandwich but she did make him drink some ginger-ale and eat a few crackers. Afterwards Catherine allowed the two children to go back to sleep. Catherine called Sydney and Jacob a short while after she put the children down for a nap.
When the twins arrived Catherine had told them of Allen and Elizabeth's deaths. Sydney and Jacob had heard rumors of a break in at the Grey house hold but no one had been able to confirm them.
"What do you need for us to do Catherine?" Jacob asked.
"Talk to Sammy. I know what you two went through when you were his age. Maybe the three of you can find some sort of common ground and get him to open up. He won't talk to me or Morgan. He needs to talk to someone."
"We'll do what we can." Sydney promised her.
"Catherine what's going to happen to Sammy?" Jacob asked.
"Well I'm certainly not going to send him off to some orphanage." Catherine said. "Allen and Liz had no other family. Sammy has no place else to stay but here."
"What does your husband think?"
"Personally I don't give a damn what Richard thinks. Sammy belongs here. And here is where he is going to stay." Catherine spoke.
"Momma." Came Mor's voice as she entered the living room.
"Baby what are you doing awake?" Catherine said picking up her daughter.
"I heard voices." Mor said leaning in to her mother's chest. Had Catherine contemplated what her daughter had said she would have realized that there was no way Mor would have been able to have heard Cather Jacob and Sydney speaking, and that Mor must have inherited her mother's gifts.
"Hello Miss Parker." Jacob and Sydney said smiling at the little girl.
"Hi Jake, Hi Syd." She yawned. "You two gonna help my Sammy?" Mor asked.
"Yes we are." Sydney replied.
"Good." Mor said approvingly. "I gotta go now my Sammy needs me." she spoke and returned up stairs.
"Sammy is very lucky to have you and your little girl in his life, Catherine." Jacob said as he watched Mor climb the stairs.
"Sammy." Mor whispered gently shaking her friend awake. Sammy opened his eyes and rubbed the sleep from them, as he looked up at Mor. "Syd, and Jake are here. They gonna speak to you t' help you." Mor told Sammy. Sammy shook his head. "Sammy you gotta talk to them. You gotta talk to somebody. You won't even talk to me." Mor said. Sammy looked down unable to meet Mor's pleading eyes.
"Look at me Sammy." Mor commanded. He refused, so Mor took her hands and cradled his face so that Sammy was looking at her. "I love you Sammy. You're my best friend. You're my brother even though we don't got the same Momma and Daddy. Please talk to me, talk to somebody. We want t' help. I want to help. I wanna make it better but I don't know how. You gotta tell me how t' make the hurt go 'way." Mor pleaded.
"Stay." Sammy managed to say. "Stay wiv me, please."
"Always. I'll never let you go" Mor told him. The two hugged one another as Mor did her best to comfort the boy she viewed as a brother. Ignoring the voices that she heard when she touched him. Ignoring the smell of nickels. And the slight red tinge to her vision.
"Sammy, can you tell me what happened?" Mor asked after a while.
"Was sleepin' and a heard lotsa noise... Gunshots... Heard voices and got scared... Hid in closet... I was so scared Mor... Then I camed out and looked for Momma, and Daddy... Walked in th- the room, a-and th-there was b-b-blood... Was everywhere... D-daddy's f-face was-was g-gone... T-they were d-d-dead... I ran here." Sammy said in between sobs.
"'S okay, Sammy. 'S okay." Mor repeated over and over as she rocked here friend back and forth.
Later that day Sammy talked to Sydney and Jacob. It didn't make the pain that he felt lessen any. But to know that there were two people who had under gone a similar ordeal reassured Sammy that one day it would be better.
Three days later the funeral for Allen Jeremiah Grey and Elizabeth Melissa Grey. Sammy had yet to return to his old home. As far as he was concerned that place was no longer his home. Who ever killed his parents had seen to that. Mor and Catherine stood by Sammy's side the whole time. Had it not been for them Sammy didn't think he would have made it through the ordeal. It was from Catherine and Mor he found the strength to say goodbye to his parents.
Many people came. His parent's friends and co-workers most just for appearance sake. It was a closed casket funeral. In a way it made everything worse. Sammy not being able to look at his parents for one last time. There were pictures yes, but it wasn't the same.
Sammy sat on the front left pew in between Catherine and Mor. The two ebony caskets covered in flowers sat directly in front of him. The smell of lilies and roses assaulted his nose. He felt as though he couldn't breath. Father Moore spoke about what good people his parents were. Sammy didn't here a word. He sat fist and jaw clenched as he stared at the casket. For the first time he was angry. Angry that his parents had been taken from him. Angry that his old life was gone. 'It's not fair' He thought over and over.
not fair not fair not fair not fair
Mor closed her eyes doing what she could to block to whispers. Sammy's whispers. She had finally realized that they came from Sammy some of them anyway. His thoughts. His feelings. His pain. She could sense them all when he was particularly emotional and she was close to him. There were other whispers too. They said the same thing as Sammy's whispers. But if Mor concentrated hard enough she would just hear Sammy's whispers.
After Father Moore was done talking. The group of mourners headed to the graveyard. There they watched as the caskets were lowered into the ground. Dirt was sprinkled over them. Roses were tossed down in to the six foot pits.
Sammy stood in a new suite Catherine had bought for him the day before. His hand was in Mor's. He held on to her as though she was his lifeline. As he stood people lined up to offer their condolences. Most of them he had never met. Susan, Allen's secretary gave Sammy a hug and kiss and told him every thing would be okay. Other people came after her saying such words as 'your father was a good man son' or 'you have your mother's eyes' and 'I'm sorry for your loss'. Sammy wanted to scream. He wanted to get away from all of the people who wanted to shake his hand, or ruffle his hair or give him a hug. He wanted none of their pity. He wanted his parents back. He wanted for all of this to be a horrible dream.
Sammy bolted just as Dr. Raines walked over with his wife Edna and their eight year old daughter Annie. It had nothing to do with who was approaching. Sammy just wanted to leave. He didn't want to hear any more stories about his mother or father. Mor followed Sammy back inside the church. Part of her wanted to let him go it had been the first time all day she had only her thoughts in her head. But Sammy need her.
Sammy sat at the piano, running a finger along the keys. "She liked the piano." Sammy said softly. He knew that Mor had followed him. And for a second Mor wondered if Sammy could sense her like she could sense him.
"No one said that she like to play the piano. And no one said that Daddy liked the Red Skins. He'd watch em every Sunday. 'Cept this Sunday." He said bitterly.
"Couldn't handle any more huh?" Mor asked
"No. Those people didn't really know my Momma and Daddy. You did and so did Cat. But not them." Sammy said as he laid his hands on the smooth keys. "Member when Momma taught us t' plat Heart an' Soul." He grinned
"Yeah," Mor grinned. "We messed up a lot."
"Play with me Mor." Sammy pleaded, it was his way of saying goodbye to his mother and father. Mor placed her hands on the keys and played top while Sammy played bottom. They went through the song three times before Sammy's eyes became to blurred with tears to make out the keys. He brought his hands to his face and wept. Mor wrapped her arms around Sammy as he finally let go of his parents.
January 26, 1967
12:19am
Blue Cove Delaware
Parker Manor
"Damn it Richard I will not allow it!" Catherine yelled at her husband.
"Catherine we don't have a choice. Allen and Elizabeth specified that Sammy be placed in the Centre's care. The Centre is his legal guardian."
"I know what you are up to Richard and I wont allow it. Sammy is not some project. He is a boy. Even more so he's practically Morgan's brother."
"He is not her brother. Her brother was a stillbirth Catherine. Sammy is not his replacement, you will do well to remember that." Mr. Parker bellowed.
"You listen to me Richard, Sammy is staying here. You think I don't know what's been going on at the Centre. Those children who have been coming in. The things Raines has been doing to them." Catherine hissed.
"They are special children with special abilities. Raines is helping them harness them. And you and I know that Sammy is a special boy. His IQ is off the chart as is our daughters."
"And so was Jarod's." Catherine said bitterly.
"What is that suppose to mean?"
"What do you think." Catherine said evenly. "Margaret and Charles were our friends Richard how could you betray them?"
"Catherine I'm warning you."
"No Richard I'm warning you. I saw him damn it. How long did you think you would be able to keep this secret from me. I just thank God that it was Sydney who got him and not Raines."
"You listen to me." Mr. Parker said clutching his wife. "It was either him or your daughter. The triumvirate wanted results. So I chose Catherine. I figure you would want to keep your daughter safe. So yes I gave them Jarod. And your damn lucky I did. Because had I not your dear Morgan would be in Raines hands. I don't think you would want that now would you?"
"How could you talk about your own daughter that way?" Catherine asked in disbelief.
Mr. Parker sneered. "Oh Catherine it would appeared that I'm not the only one with a dirty little secret now am I? I know just as well as you that, that little girl upstairs isn't mine. I know who her father is. And I'm telling you now if you alert Margaret or Charles of Jarod's whereabouts I will have Sydney killed along with you. And your little brat will be given right over to Raines." Catherine gasped in disbelief.
"Now tomorrow Sammy is going to the Centre. And out of the kindness of my heart I'll let Jacob work with him instead of Raines. In fact I'll even let you and your little girl go and visit him. But put on step out of line and I'll give him to Raines."
"What do I tell the children?" Catherine managed to say.
"Tell them the truth. That Sammy is a special boy and he's going to a special place to learn and he'll do great things." Mr. Parker said releasing his wife. "Oh and Catherine, stay away from Jarod and keep your daughter away from him as well."
Catherine began to cry. She cried out of fear for her daughter's life along with the two little boys she loved as her own. She sobbed for her friends that she now with out a doubt knew that her husband had killed. And she wept because she knew that some way some how she had to get Jarod, Mor, and Sammy away from the Centre but how she had no idea. And she had the feeling that it was going to be along time before the three children would be free of the Centre
Up next Sammy begins his new life at the Centre.
And I have a question I can't remember if the Centre originally knew that Jacob did not die in the car crash?
