Guess who's back! Sorry it's been so long since my last post. Just had a lot going on, but I hope this post will make it up. It's longer so yeah hope it help makes up for my negligence.Oh yeah,I hope I'm not getting too much out of character in this chapter.
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Chapter 3: Life Goes On
For the second time since they have arrived the phone rings. Not in the mood to converse with anyone Sydney tells Broots to let the machine get it before he goes and gets Miss Parker a cool rag. It's probably just the Centre calling to see where she is. Even after the traumatic events on and after Carthis the Centre won't leave her alone. One day the Centre will regret pushing her too far. That much Sydney is sure of.
"Miss Parker, this is Sam. We've found Mr. Parker's body." Almost as if it is an after thought Sam says. "I'm sorry."
"Daddy. No."
Looking down at his patient Sydney sees her awake and looking at him in horror. She shouldn't have had to hear that over the phone. Place his hand on her shoulder he tried to calm her to no avail. "I'm sorry for your loss, Miss Parker."
Pushing his arm away she sits up on the side of the bed shaking. "Miss Parker? Are you okay? Sydney and I-we found you-" Worrying about his friend Broots steps into her room hesitantly.
Burring her face in her hands Miss Parker shakes her head. "No. He wasn't supposed to leave me too."
Not sure of what she's talking about Broots gives the older man in the room a questioning look. "Mr. Parker."
The meaning of that name is not lost on Broots. Yesterday Miss Parker had been some what okay, but that was because there was hope of finding him alive. Now there is none. Even after all the lies, she still cared about him. Not only that, but the one constant in her life is gone. Even if he wasn't always there in a ways he was, because she knew he would come back and he always did. But nobody can come back from the dead, dead. Not even the Centre.
"I-I…I'm sorry."
Laughing angrily Miss Parker stands and turns on Sydney and Broots. "You're sorry! Neither one of you is sorry! You hated Daddy just as much as you hate Raines! You're not sorry he's dead!"
"Miss Parker-"
"No, Syd. Don't try and shrink me. Jarod's your guinea pig. Not Me!" Her words visibly hurt Sydney, but she doesn't care.
All she cares about is the rage inside her. About letting it out. So it can burn others with it's monstrous flame like it has her soul for so many years. Burning everything in its path; family, friends, everyone. No refuge is safe enough from its reign of destruction. Not even she is safe from it.
"Hey! Wait a-"
"Broots, are you about to stand up to me? I didn't think you had the balls. You've never really stood up to me before. Is it because you fear me or because you want me so bad? I wouldn't be good for you, but I bet that gets you off. Tell me, Broots how many times have you gotten off thinking about all the nasty little things that you want to do to me?"
"I-I-uh-" Turning bright red Broots face contorts into a look of embarrassment and anger.
"You. Are. Pathetic!" The only reason you even still have a job at the Centre, the only reason you are still alive, is because of Debbie! You could be replaced by a number of people, but I wouldn't let Daddy take Debbie's father!"
"Miss Parker, we are just trying to show you that we care about you. That we feel for you."
"You have no idea how I feel! Sydney, the only reason I'm in hell right now is because of you two! I could leave the Centre anytime I wanted, but if I leave then you two really are dead. Now, we're all dead. Daddy's gone, he's not going to be able to protect me any longer. Which means that neither one of you will be protected either. Not even Jarod will go up against Raines and Lyle head on. We might as well face it. We're dead and nobody can stop it." For a moment no one speaks then Miss Parker picks her Smith and Wesson up off the bedside table where Broots had lain it earlier.
"Miss Parker?"
"Get out. Both of you go, now." When no one moves she flips the safety off her gun and points it in their direction. "Now!"
Fearing her more than Sydney Broots reluctantly makes his way to the door. When Sydney doesn't follow her tugs at his shirt slightly. "Distancing yourself from others won't make things any better."
"Sydney, leave. Don't make me shoot you. The last time was an accident, but if you insist on staying I can promise you it will not be an accident."
Nodding thoughtfully Sydney nods giving in. Without another word he walks out of the room and doesn't stop until he is at the car. Following closely behind him Broots walks around to the driver's side and gets in. In a matter of seconds the black Sedan is back on the road and on its way back to the Centre. To have stayed would have been foolish, even deadly.
Only once she hears the car pull out of the driveway does Miss Parker lower her gun. Numbly she makes her way downstairs. Upon sitting down in the living room she becomes aware of the pounding in her head. Deciding against any pain medication she curls up on the couch so that she is facing the fireplace. On their own accord her eyes rake over the pictures until they rest on one of her and her mother.
"Mama, where are you?"
X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X I've decided that I want the next chapter to start here. Sorry I changed my mind about that so forgive this next chapter if it's too much out of character.