Her hand rested on the banister.
The big shadow that fell over the Centre felt like a cold brace. Miss Parker slowly walked up the stairs and stood still in front of the entry way.
This is going to be a day to remember. She thought.
She opened the door and walked into the Centre.
All those years she had walked to these halls, these halls with all their secrets, lies, one more secret would get solved today.
She walked around the corner and saw Lyle talking to a sweaper, he looked her strait in the eyes.
What's up with Lyle, what is he up to? Miss Parker thought.
She walked through, everywhere she looked people where staring at her.
Did I do something wrong? Why is everybody starring at me? She thought.
She stopped in front of the door of Broots office, she opened the door and walked in.
"Broots?" She shouted.
"Yes Miss Parker, I'm back here." Broots answered.
Miss Parker walked to the back of the office and opened the door to a small room.
"Do you know why all those people are staring at me, and do you have the results?" She asked while standing in front of him.
"Close the door Miss P." Broots commanded
She closed the door behind her and looked at Broots, sitting at his desk working at his computer.
"I'm almost done, I only have to look at my computer." Broots said.
Miss Parker looked at Broots who was typing a lot of things into the computer, she didn't understand one word of it.
"How long is this going to take?" She asked.
"It's ready in 5 minutes." Broots answered.
Miss Parker sat down in a chair and looked around the room.
"Parker!" She heard a voice, Lyle's voice.
"Miss P, that's, that's Lyle what do we have to do?" Broots asked afraid
"What do we have to do! What do you mean, he doesn't know what we are doing here and let's keep it that way shall we?" she answerd.
Miss Parker stood up and walked to the door and closed it fast behind her.
"Parker, I was wondering, have you heard anything from Jarod?" Lyle asked while he fumbled with a paper.
"No, why?" She answered.
"Just to say sis, there are strange rumours going on about you." Lyle spoke while looking her strait in her eyes.
"As long as it's only rumours I have nothing to fear." Miss Parker spoke with a mean smile on her face.
"Bye, bye Lyle." She said it with a ridicule voice and waved at him.
She watched him till he was out of the office, when she heard the door close she quickly went back to the small room, and closed the door behind her.
"And do you have it?" Miss Parker asked, she walked to a chair and sad down.
"Well…I….think I have it only it's not for sure, cause the DNA was old." Broots said with a hackle.
"Spit it out Broots!" Miss Parker commanded
"Well look at this I printed it out for you." Broots said while giving a paper to her.
Miss Parker took the paper and started to read it.
"I don't understand it completely, what does it say Broots?" She asked and set the paper on a table
"Look miss P… I think you should sit down first." Broots said with a strange voice
"Broots I'm already sitting down, now tell me!" She said mad and crossed her arms.
"According to the DNA, Jarod could be a mach; they are indefinitely family, that's for sure." Broots said while looking down at the floor
Miss Parker leaned forward and put her hands on her face.
"You mean that be a father?" miss Parker asked
How could Jarod be the father? He wasn't even in the Centre, does Jarod know this? Miss Parker had all kinds of questions.
"Broots how is it not for sure that it's Jarod's child? I mean you have to know something what about her mother?" she asked
" Well, you didn't say I had to check on that, and how do I have to do that!" Broots asked irritated.
"Just check on all the woman who's DNA is here in the Centre." Miss Parker answered and sat strait up
"But…" Broots couldn't finish his sentence.
" No but, just do it, call me when you have the results, I'm going to get a drink, a big one." Miss Parker answered as she stood up.
She walked out of the office and through the hall.
Her mind was all confused.
How could Jarod have a daughter? Miss Parker thought, as she walked down the stairs.
Her car was standing in front of the building, she opened the door, and sat down on the drivers seat.
She started the car and drove away.
If it's Jarod's daughter, was she also stolen from him? Could it be that they made her in the Centre? How could the Centre do that? Miss Parker thought.
She drove for hours.
In the distance she saw a small town appear
She drove into the small town. There were sweet little houses and there was a sweet lightning over the little town.
She looked around and, at her right she saw a little pub.
She stopped the car.
Miss Parker opened the door, and walked in and sat down at the bar.
"So miss what brings you here?" The bartender asked.
"That's none of you business." Miss Parker replied with a sly smile.
"Do you want a drink or something?" The bartender asked
"Yes please, give me a whisky." Miss Parker replied.
She turned and looked all around the pub. There was a large stage, there where also lots of men staring at her.
"What are you all staring at!" Miss Parker asked them all.
All the me at once looked at something else.
What is wrong with me today that everybody is staring at me? She asked herself
"Miss here's you whisky." The bartender said.
She held the whisky in her hand and took a drink of it.
"What is that stage for?" Miss Parker asked.
"Well every night we have 3 singers who are going to perform for us, it starts at midnight."
She looked at the big clock behind the bar.
"That's in 15 minutes." She said while taking a little bit of whisky
Suddenly her phone rang.
"Sorry my phone is ranging." Miss Parker said
"What!" She answered irritated
"Miss P, Miss P…. I've found it." Broots answered."I've compared it to all the DNA" Broots said.
"How could you do that so quickly Broots?" She asked while taking a little bit of her whiskey.
"What do you mean so quickly? It's been more than 12 hours since you left this morning," Broots said.
"Anyway do you have a mach?" Miss Parker asked
"It looks like I have one but…." Broots said
"Who is it? Broots answer me!" Miss Parker yelled into the phone.
"She's called Monica, Monica Parker." Broots said calmly.
For a long time it was quiet on the other end of the line.
"Miss Parker are you there?" Broots asked
"You, mean that Hope is my daughter?" Miss Parker asked shocked
"If your name is Monica Parker she is. Miss P are you alright?" Broots asked.
How could the Centre do this, how had they done this, I never was pregnant, how many more are out there? Miss Parker thought
"Broots…how could they do this to me? Do you think there are more? How did they do this?" Miss Parker asked with tears in her eyes.
She looked in the bartenders eyes.
He looked back at her "Are you ok?" He asked.
She looked at him with a face like Why are you asking.
"Broots I need to know why they did this. And are there more? How did they do this?" Miss Parker asked with tears flowing down her face.
"Miss Parker I will search for everything and I will call you when I know. " Broots replied.
"Ok Broots." Miss Parker said and she hung up the phone. She smashed it down on the bar table.
Tears where flowing over her face.
"Bad news?" the bartender asked.
"It's going to change my life." She answered and she heard the name of the first singer announced.
"Can you give me a large glass of whiskey?" She asked as she wiped away some tears.
"Here you go, are you sure you want it?" The bartender asked concerned.
"Yes!" Miss Parker answered.
She drunk her whiskey, and in the background she heard the singer sing a beautiful song.
She turned around and listened to the song and allowed it to soothe her.
Of all the people at the Centre, they had to create my child! Heck, I have never even given birth. Miss Parker thought.
The Centre did this; leave it to the Centre to cause me pain. She started to get really angry.
Someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Stop that, I'm in a bad mood, don't bother me!" She yelled as she turned around.
She stood up, and pulled out her gun.
"What are you doing here!" She asked angerily. .
"I wanted to see if you were ok." He replied.
"Jarod… I will get you back in the Centre!" Miss Parker said.
"Lady, no guns in here, I will call the police." The bartender said with a scared voice.
Miss Parker turned around and pointed the gun on the bartender.
"I will use my gun anytime I want and if you are trying to stop me I will shoot a little tiny hole in that little tiny brain of yours, so don't call anyone, or do anything stupid! Understand?" She said angerily.
"Yes mam." The bartender replied, and he continued his duty.
She turned back to Jarod.
"You knew this didn't you and you didn't tell me, you didn't tell me I had a daughter, so give me one good reason not to shoot you?" She said angry
"Monica, your daughter will not have a father if you shoot me." Jarod stated calmly.
"I can't do this anymore Jarod, I just can't." Miss Parker said, as she put her gun away.
"Jarod my daughter is in the Centre and she is suffering." Miss Parker cried
"Monica she's our daughter." Jarod said.
"How could they do this to me Jar, How could they?" She asked while crying.
Miss Parker walked to Jarod, and started crying on his shoulder.
Jarod put his arms around her.
"It's ok, It's ok." He said, while stroking her hair.
Monica rested her head against his chest and cried.
"It will be alright I promise." Jarod said calmly.
"Well, well, well if it isn't Romeo and Juliet" a man said
They both looked frightened and slowly looked up.
Monica pulled her gun, and pointed it at Lyle. She wiped her tears away.
"Get away Lyle!" She shouted.
Everybody in the pub dropped to the floor except for Lyle, Jarod the sweapers and Monica
"Are you really going to shoot your own brother?" Lyle with a fake laugh.
"Well, when you put it like that." Monica turned around and pointed her gun at Jarod.
"I have misjudged you Sis, I thought you were helping him." Lyle said, and pointed his gun also at Jarod.
She walked near Jarod and hold the gun against his chest.
"Guys we finally got him, take him away" Lyle said to the sweapers.
"Jarod when I say 'now' you have to duck, understand?" She whispered.
Jarod nodded.
"Now!" miss Parker yelled, and in one second she turned around and shot at Lyle.
Lyle felled on the ground, his leg started to bleed.
"Ah!... my leg!" He cried in pain and anger.
The two sweapers ran to Lyle and tried to help him.
"Get them!" Lyle commanded the sweapers, while pointing at Jarod and Miss Parker.
"Run!" Miss Parker screamed and pulled Jarod upright.
"Come on!" She yelled as she ran away.