Bruised and Hurt

Author's Note: The show and the characters aren't mien, so please don't sue. I'm rating this M so anyone who reads this is responsible him/herself. It doesn't get more graphic than other stories, so don't worry;)

English is not my native language, so please excuse mistakes. Enjoy ;)

Slowly and with desperate hesitation, Jarod moved towards the silently crying bundle on the bed. Passed Lyle who was still aiming at her. Being a pretender he knew that there was no way of escaping, not even making the attempt to escape without killing her.

Wanting to die himself after what he had witnessed, he could not decide which harm would be worse for her: death or what he was about to have to do to her.

He hated that those people knew him well enough to know that he would never let her die. Again, he was the one to blame, for never conceiling his affection for her, especially not lately.

"You know the business.", Lyle mentioned smugly and indeed Jarod did.

He stepped in front of Parker who seemed half-unconscious and in shock. He wanted to hold her, take her up in his arms and tell her that everything was going to be alright, that she wouldn't have to be scared of him. He wasn't allowed to do that.

She was a fighter, always had been. With all her remaining strength and last desperate rage, she would fight him. And he would have to fight her, for her not to lose. Would she ever understand how ironic the situation was? Would she ever live to understand it?

She didn't care anymore about the gun being pointed at her, would have wished it all to end for the pain and shame she felt. But she was unable to think of something, much less do something that would make her brother pull the trigger. She started realizing that this wasn't about her. She was even despised enough in order not to be relieved from the everlasting horrors of what had been done to her. She didn't understand, didn't care.

Through her half-closed eyes, she saw Jarod stepping in front of her. He had watched it all, hadn't done anything to safe her. She didn't have much power left to hate him, but at that moment, he was worse than Raines, worse than Lyle, worse than whoever had broken her.

He unzipped his pants and let them fall down. Slowly, he bent over her and softly took her thin arms into his strong hands. With his face he was now close to her bruised one.

She felt him come near to her, felt the growing fear of yet another time that she would be broken by a man, by him. She tried to fight his strong hands on her, but without success. His warm weight rested upon her naked flesh and she was too weak, even in her deathly desperation to push him away. She let out a scream which came out a helpless cry. She was so vulnerable.

With his mouth almost touching her ear, he whispered:

"Please, Miss Parker, let me do it and don't fight back. They'll kill you, they'll hurt you worse than you can ever imagine! I'll try not to hurt you, Parker, but you have to let me do it!"

Now, they were both crying. And she was fighting, fighting him, fighting herself.

An artificial laugh from his left side, where Lyle was still aiming at her brought him back to reality.

"Seems like that little bitch is too good to do it with you, huh? I hope that's not giving your ego too much of a blow, ratboy. But I guess you know my tactic: If a woman doesn't want…you just gotta help her a bit with the decision."

The smug smile and friendly tone vanished at once and he added: "Hurt her. Otherwise I'm gonna do it. It's not her we need, you know."

Slowly, he stroked his sisters bruised face. And as if he wanted to confirm what he just said, now pressed the gun to her temple.

Jarod could only suppose how cruel his behaviour must have seemed to Miss Parker who probably wasn't understanding anything of what was going on, who was too weak to realize that he was hurting himself just as much as her in order to save her life.

He looked at his hand, then away and hit Miss Parker's face with a quick yet hesitating movement. He could see the pain in her face: Her eyelids were closed, she was biting her lip not to let out a scream.

"Again.", Lyle demanded. "Harder."

He was in trance now, not able anymore to control himself to control the endless rage he felt towards himself for his stupidity, towards the centre for their sick ideas and cruelty and towards Miss Parker. Why wouldn't she just let him do it in order to save herself.

As ordered, he hit her again, harder, but with less reaction from her part. She seemed unconscious now.

Once more, he bent over the shivering form and gently took her small arms. He brought his head near hers on the bed and put his lips near her ear just where her beautiful dark hair started. Slowly, he slid into her body.

She seemed unconscious, but Jarod could tell that she wasn't. With her hands, she gripped his arms in pain, let out small cries that killed him on the inside. He only knew that he wasn't allowed to stop.

Again and again, he slid in and out of her. Wanting to be careful and according to Lyle's orders "faster" at the same time. He had never imagined it like this. He had never imagined him to ever cause her any pain when they were making love, not fucking as they were doing now.

He hated himself because he liked it. Becaue he liked seeing her naked and weak before him and because he was allowed to touch her and comfort her with his whispering.

"It's gonna be over soon, Miss Parker…I'm so sorry. I just don't want to lose you, Parker, please you gotta believe me…I won't ever hurt you again. Please stay with me…Parker, please!"

Towards his climax, he removed on hand from her numb arm and held her bruised head against his shoulder.

The second Lyle told him to stop, he slid out of her, still holding her to him. She was unconscious by now, shivering, numb and bleeding. Still naked.

"Well, let's see who's next", Lyle said with the most cruel and cynic smile on his lips.

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