DISCLAIMER: in the first chapter...
AOUTHOR'S NOTE: I'mmmmmmm baaaaack! I had a blast, worked on my tan and defined the story in my head. Thank you for sticking around.
Maggy: I was very disappointed with IOTH's cliffhanger. I need clousure and so do they.Glad you agreed with me on the Margaret issue. It's been done to exhaution.So I agree with you. Hope you like this one.
NYT: the DSA's J has kept are purely for sentimental reasons. Maybe they'll come later on...
Nancy: As much as I love MPJR, I feel they both have to grow as indivuals before they can truly accept the feelings they have always shared. Sydney and Broots play small roles here, and so does Lyle.Keep reading...
Crazyrussianangal: I have one word for you: MPJR. I, myself, am a hopeless romantic. There'll be fireworks and tears and you are gonna smile in the end.
Gemini-M: Thank you! As I said, Sydney will have a small role here. And this story deels with two wounded individuals, so the Center downfall won't be delt with now... Maybe on a sequel, what do you think?
Jar-Par Fan, saf-saf, and leochick, thank you for reviewing and glad you are liking it so far. Don't be afraid to flame me if things go wrong...
On with the show...( yes I like '...', it's an adiction, what can I do?)
Chapter 8: Healing
Just look forward...
Don't look back...
Stop looking for answers...
Without...
They are...
Within...
Speeding down some unknown interstate road, with the wind blowing through her hair and no clear direction in mind, she had never felt so free. No weight down on her shoulders. No dark figures looming in the shadows. It took a big epiphany to make her brake the vicious cycle she had been dragged into many years ago. But now that she tasted true freedom, without bars, be them real or imagined, she refused to go back. It was time to move on. To make her own decisions.
When Miss Parker decided to let go completely and trust without restriction the voices within
herself, she had no idea where they would take her. No direction, no compass. Nor did she care. It really did not matter where, she was just determined to star a new life, completely different from her previous one. No more secrets...
Due to some insight in the past, she had a separate account from her Center one that, remained through the years, undiscovered. Money was not an issue. It had been part of her plan to disappear after capturing Jarod. She should have known that Mr. Parker wouldn't have let her simply up and leave. She had been naive to believe him. And though her supposed freedom had depended on her catching up to Wonderboy, she surprised herself by never being able to achieve it. So many times he had been within her grasp and she had just turned a blind eye and let him get away.
Anyway...
A couple miles down the road, a sign announced her arrival in a relatively small town called Woodbury, in the state of New Jersey. Her mother's voice suddenly broke through the static in her head and told her to stop there. Parker, without hesitation, turned right and drove towards the few tall buildings which could be seen in the distance. Still following their whispered commands, she ditched her sports car in an alley, and proceeded to walk down a street, ironically named Liberty. She was smiling, no trace of the Ice Queen persona on her face.
She was a true sight to be seen, attracting stares in her wake.
Without needing to be told so, specially after years of living under the kind Center wings, Parker took her cellphone from her right pocket and disconnected the batteries. Passing by a dumpster filled with leftovers and accumulated trash, she threw both pieces in.
Clothes...
Again they commanded, again she complied. Turning left, she entered the first clothing store she deemed acceptable. Fifteen minutes later, she walked out of that same store sporting a pair of stylish dark jeans and a white tank top. Though she always loved designer suits, it was na armor she no longer needed. Keeping only her expensive stilettos heels, the rest found their way to another trash.
Finding na acceptable vehicle, on the other hand, proved to be the greater challenge. None seemed to fulfill her expectations. After two exhausting hours and just when she felt ready to give up, na add caught her eyes. It wasn't a new model, but it was just what just wanted. However it was being sold in another city; a place called Camden.
Scrunching her nose in disapproval, but giving in to the constant whispering eventually, she rode the forty-five minute journey in a bus to Camden, where she purchased her new car. It was well worth the time spent inside the filthy, bad-smelling bus. In no time at al she had hit the road again refusing to buy a map. She just rode north.
Smiling...
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I know there is a lot MP and little J so far, but I just love her! Don't worry, more J in the future. This is MPJR, and soon... What canI say they love each other, they can't deny it forever!