Green had been feeling really sick in the early morning. She had been up from 3 a.m. and had been throwing up all. She had stayed away from breakfast and had been lying in her bed the entire morning.
"You feel real bad?" Jamieson asked from the doorway with no emotion to her voice..
As Jamieson said the words, Green ran to the bathroom as she vomited all the beer she had consumed the previous night.
"I guess that's a yes." Jamieson said as she held her mother's hair so she could vomit better.
"You should know that drinking alcohol isn't good for the babies' mom." Jamieson said.
Green looked up with wide eyes at Jamieson.
"You know?" Green asked.
Jamieson rolled her eyes, and obvious trait she had picked up from Bobby.
"Of course I know. We all know...except for Pop. I don't think he got the 411." Jamieson stated.
Green's eyes wandered around the room.
"I could have hurt the babies by drinking a stupid beer. (She held her head by her forehead) God, how stupid can I fucking get?" She asked herself.
"Apparently......extremely!!" Jamieson said.
"Come on." Jamieson said as she lifted her mother up.
She carried her mother over to the bed.
"If you ever think about drinking during this pregnancy I'll rip your throat out. You should be thinking of them....not yourself!!" Jamieson exclaimed loudly as her anger came up in a hot red flare.
Green kept her eyes down.
"I'm sorry." Green muttered in a whisper.
Jamieson stared at her mother's frame.
"Yeah...well.....sorry's not good enough." Jamieson stated.
Green lay down on the bed.
Jamieson sighed out dramatically.
She turned and grabbed the throw from the chair next to the bed. She covered Green with it.
"You may be fooling everyone into thinking that you've changed completely. But I'm a better telepath then everyone....and I know the truth."
At those words Green raised her eyes.
Jamieson looked into Green's eyes with anger.
"I was there in your mind every day of my life. I lived life through you! I know the blackness that's inside of you. I know that you could have saved him......and you.......did.........nothing!" Jamieson hissed out through a clenched jaw.
Green's eyes widened at watered at words as she sat up. Her worst fears being voiced by Jamieson. She tried to reason.
It wasn't her fault. She couldn't have known what was going to happen.
"I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT THAT!!!" Jamieson screamed.
Green's eyes widened more as tears were threatening to spill. She shook her head. She didn't comprehend what Jamieson was talking about.
Jamieson lowered herself to her mother's eye sight.
"You were head of security for three years. You saw him rot in that hell.......and you looked .....away!" Jamieson whispered with tears choking her words as she was obviously trying to hold them back.
Green just stared into her daughters eyes with a drained face. The reality of what her daughter was saying hitting her in full.
"You knew how to get him out. You knew all the breaches." Jamieson said with angered hurt showing in her scrunched face.
Green's face showed no emotion anymore but tears ran silently down her face.
Jamieson's face turned grave.
"And you did nothing..." Jamieson said.
Jamieson tilted her head to the side.
"You were.....a Parker..." Jamieson said as her eyes turned to look into Green's as her head stayed to the side, "...and he was just a lab rat.......right mom?" Jamieson asked in the same pose as before.
Green just stared into her daughter's eyes. Her thoughts of long ago spouting from her daughter's mouth. The most evil of thought and idea's.......they were in her baby girls head. And she was right.
Jamieson's face turned angry.
"Cause when you boil it all down mom.........we're......just lab rats.........too." Jamieson barely whispered out.
Jamieson just kept staring into her mother's teary eyes.
"I know you!" She whispered out with hated words.
"I know you're capable of destroying my family............and I won't let you!!"
Jamieson stood on that note.
Green's face had not changed, but tears were running down her face faster.
"I'm worth saving...................and so was my father." Jamieson said standing tall.
As she stared into her daughters' eyes, she couldn't help be feel like she had been slapped in the face.
Those had been her deciding thoughts......that thought had been the reason......that she did nothing. Because she had valued her own skin.........more than his.
She had watched the soul in his eyes die over the years......and she had done nothing.
She didn't know when Jamieson left the room.
Really it didn't matter.
Nothing mattered.......anymore.
Bobby had been told that night about Green's condition.
Months had passed since that night.
She was 4 month away from delivering. But as time passed.....and delivery day came closer.....the more Green fell into a deep depression.
The family saw the changes in her attitude. She had disconnected herself from everyone.
The thoughts that haunted her at night were those that Jarod would never know his children. She would caress her belly and think of how Jarod could never hold them. He wouldn't be there for their birth. And it was her fault.
She allowed the tears to slip down her face into the pillows beneath.
The children had all grown closer and had made friends with a lot of people in town. They had been living the life she had wished for them. But her world was tormented.
Thomas had betrayed her in a way she would have never seen coming.........at least from him.
She kept thinking that if it was Thomas that had died, and not Jarod, everything would have been alright. She would have Jarod by her side right now, holding her.
God who was she kidding.
She would still be hunting Jarod.
She would have never known about her kids.
She never would have formed a bond with her brothers.
But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered after that day. After that day that changed her entire life.....her entire belief system.
Her heart had died that day. As if someone had taken her soul in the worst way possible. The key to her happiness had been taken away. And it would never come back.
Every now and then the children would get her to interact with them, to get her to do something.
But the more she looked into the faces of her children....the more she saw Jarod in all of them.
Sometimes late at night when the phone would ring, she would forget what had happened for a second.....and her heart would beat faster....and she would smile.......because Jarod was calling her.
But the second she would pick up the phone and say his name......the other voice on the line.....would not be his.
On those nights she would cry until morning.
The haunted image of his face and blood making her blame herself.
It was her fault. It was her fault!
She had killed him.
She had killed the man she loved.
She knew all those years that she couldn't love him.
Because if she loved him.......he would die like his mother.
He would be taken away from her.
It was better that he was kept away from her.
That he didn't know.
And now he would never know.
She closed her eyes allowing the tears to fall.
She missed his voice soo much.
The irony of her life.......the one man that had spent a lifetime trying to free himself from the Centre.......had in death given her.....her freedom......and a lifetime of pain and suffering.......without him.
She would have given anything to tell him. To kiss him once. To just hold him once....and feel his heart beating against her body.
But it was her fault.
And she would pay with her suffering.
The entire household had been out. The only people in were Broots and Debbie. Green had been in her room for over two weeks. The children had been bringing her food and beverages.
She had little energy.
She was lying there.........thinking about him again.
The house was quiet.
And that's when it happened.
Her first labor pain.
She hissed through it.
It was really strong.
"BROOTS!!!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.
Broots was there under a minute, having climbed the stairs at a rapid speed.
"What's the matter? Are you ok?" Broots said in a rush.
"Babies....NOW!" She screamed at him.
Broots eyes widened.
"What? NO....it can't be now. There's nobody here....there's no way I can do this..." Broots stammered out in one breath.
"BROOTS NOW!" She yelled as she again.
Before long, Broots had managed to get her down to the first floor and into the car.
He sped through the small streets of Sicily in the Fiat and almost had a heart attack more than 5 times.
It took them 20 minutes to get to the hospital. Broots had wanted to go in with her but the nurses had held him back trying to talk to him.....but Broots didn't understand a word they were saying. He didn't know what they wanted.
He finally understood that they were asking if he was family or the boyfriend/husband.
"NONO. AMIGO??" He cried out desperately.
At the statement the women both nodded and laughed in understanding.
Broots laughed along with them....relieved that he had figured it out.
As he tried to go through the doors again he was pushed away as they rambled on again and again.
"FINE FINE!!!" He yelled.
"Daddy what's going on?" Debbie asked in a scared voice.
"I ah..." Broots pulled out a cell phone "I just need to call Syd and Bobby....they need to get down here."
But no one would get there in time.
Green just lay on her side staring unflinchingly at the wall.
She had delivered the babies.
Triplets.
The babies had all been born healthy.
But she didn't care.
She had screamed and yelled for Broots...Sydney...Bobby...Ethan..........Jarod.
But no one had come.
He would never come.
She had been alone. She had delivered the babies scared and alone.
And she would always be alone.
A tear fell down to the sheets of the hospital bed.........as she finally broke down.
And it was all her fault.