Chapter Three

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Debbie looked confused. How could this woman who said she was Miss Parker's daughter know so much about the Centre, about her father, if she didn't know anything about her own mother?

Miss Parker ignored Debbie's confused look. "How did Broots die?" she asked.

Debbie was quiet a long time. Finally she spoke. "It was such a long time ago… a car accident, my father and a man named Sydney, it was raining badly… they both died instantly."

Miss Parker felt a chill down her spine. "Why were they driving in the rain?" she asked not caring about how stupid her question sounded. Debbie looked puzzled. Why would this stranger ask so many questions? She wanted to snap at her, make her leave her alone. She didn't like to be reminded of her past. But this was Miss Parker's daughter… she felt like she had to tell her…

She sighed. "Miss Parker had captured Jarod and her car was damaged, I guess she needed my father and Sydney to help her, I think she blamed herself for what happened, but I don't… I've always admired her, and I just couldn't blame her for an accident… she didn't know what was going to happen."

Miss Parker nodded silently, slowly sinking to the floor leaning against the wall. Broots and Sydney had died that night, itwas her fault. What a terrible person she was…

Debbie walked up to her and knelt in front of her. "Are you all right?" she asked. Miss Parker just nodded.

"What's your name?" Debbie asked.

"Just call me Parker," Miss Parker said wearily. She felt like a zombie. Everything that was happening was so surreal. So this was her future? It was definitely not what she wanted to do with her life. And she couldn't believe Debbie once said she wanted to be like her, she didn't even want to be herself anymore. She had killed her two friends. If she hadn't called Broots that night, he and Sydney would be alive and Debbie would never have ended up at the Centre, at least not like this.

Miss Parker wanted to cry. Her father was dead, her friends were dead and Jarod was married with Zoë and had two kids. Her Jarod, she never even admitted it to herself until now, but she did love Jarod. She needed him… and this was what was going to happen. He would just leave her one day and never come back. He would turn to Zoë instead of her…
Jarod and Zoë would live happily ever after, and Miss Parker would end up killing herself. She just couldn't believe this was what was going to happen.

"Deb?" she whispered. "When did Jarod stop contacting Miss Parker?" she asked.

"I'm not sure, after the accident, the Centre never heard from him again…"

Miss Parker nodded bitterly. No wonder he decided he'd had enough after the way she treated him.

Suddenly an old man appeared in the doorway. Debbie got up on her feet.

"What?" she asked.

"Ehmm, it's about Miss Parker… I thought you may want to decide what to do with her body…"

Debbie nodded. "Thank you Sam, I'll be there soon." The old sweeper left and Debbie sat down next to Miss Parker again.

"Sorry," she said and Miss Parker realized Debbie still had a little compassion left; she wasn't as cold as herself, not jet…

"Sam is still working here? Poor guy, he seemed so old," she muttered. Debbie just nodded without thinking it was strange Miss Parker knew about him.

Miss Parker closed her eyes; she didn't want to be here anymore. She'd had enough. All this things she'd learnt today was killing her. She felt more depressed than she'd ever done.

Suddenly a thought struck her. What if she wouldn't be able to go back? What if she was stuck here forever…

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TBC.