As she gathered the things that she would take with her she realized something...she needed clothes as well. Most of the things she had started to take with her were the things that reminded her of her mother, things she needed more than fancy clothes or liquor. She had already filled two suitcases full of things she would not leave without. Broots had come in when she called from the door to take them. She didn't have the strength to lift the heavy bags...actually neither did Broots. He ended up half dragging half lifting them to the car. But he was careful...he didn't want to bring on the wrath of Miss Parker.

She had started to pack some clothes when she noted with a bit of horror that Thomas' shirts were in her dresser drawer. Her face snarled at the shirts. Earlier that very same day she had a shirt like the one she held in her hand...adorning her body. She had worn those filths clothes on her body...more horrifying...the fact that she had felt comforted by it.

By this time she had both hands grabbing at the shirt...and before she knew what she was doing...she began to tear the shirts apart. All of his shirts...everything of his...she broke...she ripped...she shattered.

All because of one man.

All of this pain caused by one man.

All caused because of her.

She stopped when she heard a car horn honking in the background. She was out of breath. She was tired. She just wasted more time on that man.

She started to pack all the things Jarod had ever given her, anything her gave her went with her. She packed them carefully but as quickly as possible. It was time to go. It was time to leave this life behind. It was time to make things right.

She had quickly exited the house with the last of her luggage. She gave the bags to Sydney who in turn put them in the back of the SUV. Miss Parker again sat in the back seat, taking up her earlier position of cradling Jarod in her arms. Soon everyone climbed back into their respective cars...and soon they were off again.

Angelo had been telling Sydney where to turn, and Sydney had followed as directed. Oddly though, he had not led them far.

Miss Parker suddenly began to hear something. At first she thought someone had turned on the radio and that it was static...but as she looked at the radio...she saw that it was turned off.

Angelo turned and looked back directly into Miss Parker's eyes.

"Voices." Angelo spoke softly.

"Soon. Listen to Voices...Voices are Mother...Mother will help Daughter." Angelo spoke.

Miss Parker stared at Angelo for a good long while. Then Angelo said something that sent a shiver down her spine for some odd reason.

"Trust the Voices." Angelo muttered above a whisper.

And that's when she truly heard them. The voices inside her. It was as though she were truly listening for the first time in her life.

One word kept repeating in her head. A name. A name that held no meaning to her...but the voices insisted on it.

She looked up into Angelo's eyes.

"Ethan." Angelo stated.

Miss Parker held her breath and nodded. Angelo nodded with her.

"Ethan help Friend." He answered cryptically. He then turned back to give Sydney more directions.

Miss Parker stared down at Jarod. She then reached her hand in her jacket pocket and touched the note.

Too many questions to answer...and no time to answer them.

The building that Angelo had led to seemed like an abandoned shack. Nothing extraordinary about it!

But Miss Parker new better.

Inside the building were answers to questions. Questions that needed to be answered, and if this Ethan person knew the answers...she would get the information.

One way or another.

She again exited the car as once before and again she told the shell of what Jarod use to be what was going on.

"Jar...I'm going to talk to a man about some answers...I'll try not to be long."

With that she kissed his forehead from the outside of the car. She then reached to her lower back to extract her gun. Sydney, Broots, and even Angelo waited for her word. She turned to them as she loaded her gun, and nodded her head. She held her gun ready and approached the shack.

As they the trio crept up to the building Angelo went straight up to the door and opened it.

"Angelo!" growled out the trio.

From with in the shack a voice called out. Angelo responded to the voice.

"Friends." Angelo answered confidently. He then entered the shack slowly. The trio looked on with wide eyes. Then as the situation set in, all three jumped to follow him.

Sydney and Broots went in first to Miss Parker's horror. Her training had kicked in and she spun with gun held ready into the room...but when her eyes caught those of the stranger amongst her friends...she slowly lowered the gun.

The voices erupted inside her head. It was too confusing. But she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to focus- and that's when she heard her.

Her mother.

Her voice.

YourBrotherSweetheart

It seemed as though Ethan heard her too, and he looked at her in questioning.

"Sister?" asked Ethan.

Then her mother's voice began to sing, and both siblings followed in tow.

"Cree Craw, Toads foot, Geese walk barefoot."

Miss Parker lowered her gun. Her eyes watered. She had a baby brother. All the emotions she had experienced that day had made her vulnerable...and she did what no one in the room would ever have expected had they known her.

She launched herself at her brother who had opened his arms out of shock at her movement. She began to heave sobbing cries against his frame. Ethan was unfamiliar with contact...the only contact he had ever had was always physical abuse.

Ethan was a bit disoriented, but one voice rang out higher than the rest in his head...like just seconds before. He listened to the voice.

With a shaking breath he closed his arms around the crying Miss Parker, holding her tight against him, but his eyes looked to the others around them. Sydney and Broots' faces were in shock, while Angelo's face was one of joy. Ethan calmed his nerves and slowly looked down to his sister. His mouth lay a bit agape and his eyebrows were furrowed. He was confused...he was still confused with the voices...they had stopped suddenly...they had never stopped. But the fact that they were not speaking to him calmed him. He felt as though the voices had been waiting till this moment, that this was the reason they always tormented him. But an instinct that he was not familiar with kicked in while the woman he held cried harder against him.

Ethan scooped up his sister and cradled her to a couch that lay on the far side of the room. She snuggled into his chest as he slowly began to rock her... "shhhing" her, trying to calm her fried nerves with caresses to her head and shoulder.

As he held his quivering sister he looked up to the others in the room.

"Who are you?" Ethan asked as if in fear.

Sydney looked into the young mans eyes. He was sure he had stopped breathing.

Those eyes.

He knew those eyes.

But if he knew those eyes...how could this man be a brother of Miss Parker?

Something was amiss, but before he knew what actions to take...it was as though his body took the decision out of his hands. He slowly approached the man seated on the couch. He looked down at the woman the man held in his arms, and then looked into his eyes again.

"My name is Sydney," He spoke softly. His eyes flicked down to Miss Parker quickly then back to the man.

"I'm going to be taking care of you for awhile."

She didn't know where she was. She awoke feeling disoriented and the splitting headache that greeted her into consciousness.

"What the hell happened...uh...whatever I drank it did the trick." Miss Parker muttered to herself.

"She's awake." Someone muttered close at her side.

"I don't know whether that's a good thing or a bad thing Broots." muttered a distraught Sydney.

Parker didn't know what the hell was going on but Sydney's voice sounded a bit off. She didn't know if she wanted to fake sleep or find out what was going on.

"Miss Parker?...are you ok?" A strange voice asked.

"She opened her eyes to find four sets of eyes looking at her. She yelled out. All men jumped back. She began to laugh a sadistic laugh.

It would teach them to stand soo close to her. Where was she? She thought back. The last thing she remembered was she was at a graveyard? and suddenly a girl...

A girl? She tried to focus...tried to remember. She couldn't remember the girl.

Odd.

What the hell had the girl done to her? She tried to think of why she was at a graveyard...but she couldn't remember. She tried to think about her last distinct memory...she had been with Thomas in bed. She sat up from where she lay...a bed it seemed.

"Freud, there better be a good reason why I'm..." she started to speak...but then noted there was a man she didn't recognize. He sure as hell wasn't Thomas.

"Who are you?" she asked as she eyed him up and down.

Ethan and the others looked to each other with furrowed brows.

"I'm Ethan." He stated.

"And who are you Ethan?" she asked getting exasperated at an exponential rate.

Ethan turned to Sydney. Sydney nodded to him and Ethan nodded back. He looked to Miss Parker again.

"I'm your brother."

At this Miss Parker didn't stop staring into his eyes. All of a sudden she smiled wildly pointing and waving her finger at him as she started to laugh.

"That's a good one." But as no one joined in her laughter she turned to look at Sydney whose expression was grave and pale. Her face changed from one of mirth to one of shock and confusion. She turned back to the Ethan.

"My brother?" She asked.

Ethan nodded in response. Miss Parker turned to look at Sydney, who was eyeing her suspiciously.

"Miss Parker don't you remember what has happened?" Sydney asked truly intrigued by these turn of events.

Miss Parker began to stand and suddenly she started to stumble...but Ethan caught her...and that's when she saw the blood covering her from head to toe. Her head shot up to look directly into Sydney's eyes.

"Start talking Freud. Start by explaining why I'm covered in blood and then will deal with everything else." Miss Parker asked in an angry panic.

"Show her." Angelo said from the beyond the group.

Everyone stared at Angelo.

"Show her!" Angelo said more forcefully.

Sydney nodded in understanding. He went up to Miss Parker and turned up his hand towards her...an offer for her to place her hand in his.

Miss Parker eyed Sydney suspiciously...then finally gave him her hand.

They had reached outside before the demands began as Sydney knew they would.

"DO YOU MIND TELLLING ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" She yelled out.

But Sydney did not look at her as he led her to the car.

"Syd I'm really getting pi..." and before she could finished Sydney opened the door and stepped away from the car turning the opposite way...and it was a good thing too...for Miss Parker's shock and horror would have caused another flood of tears to fall.

Her mouth was opened in shock, her eyes non-blinking as she stared into the car.

Jarod's body was spread out in the back seat of the car...his head rested against the door on the opposite side of the car...and blood covered his form as well as the entire backseat of the vehicle...blood stains ran from seat to floor. He was soo white.

Miss Parker's brain began to flash the images of what had occurred...from Thomas' deception...to her rescue of his cremation. Lone tears began to fall down her face. She began to shake her head.

No.

This wasn't right.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

Something wasn't right.

It couldn't be right.

And suddenly her body answered the only way it could to the sight it had seen...she turned to grab hold of the door as her stomach emptied itself on the dirt ground.