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Jarod slowly walked down the dark hallway, with his brown eyes scanning the area carefully. He looked down the far end of
the hall and saw a closed elevator. As he got closer, the doors began to slide open and Miss Parker’s figure soon appeared in
the dim light, gun in hand and anger and revenge in her eyes. Jarod stared at her and the gun in confusion for a moment before opening his mouth to speak, but she cut him short.
“Shut-up,” she hissed. Jarod snapped his jaw shut. “Your father killed my mother. So now… I’ll kill you!”
“But it wasn’t my fault. I…” Jarod began.
“Shut-up! You had everything to do with it! You deserve to die! She didn’t! You are the one who deserved to die!” she
shouted, tears making her eyes sparkle. Jarod shook his head softly.
“No! I didn’t… I don’t!”
“Yes! Yes you do!” she screamed, taking aim at his chest with her gun.
He now could see her lips quivering in angry and sorrow.
“Miss Parker, please… I…”
“No! Just shut-up!” she screamed, tears now streaming down her thin face. She tightened her finger on the trigger. “This is for
my mother… and for me!” and with that, the gun went off, releasing a huge echoing bang through the corridor. Jarod let out a gasp of pain as he felt the bullet pierce through his body. He watched her face as he slowly lowered to the floor on his knees. Her face was so blank, and yet so sad at the same time as he felt the life of him begin to slide from his grasp. Soon the floor came to meet his body and darkness followed.
“No!” Jarod shouted, jolting up in bed. He looked around the dark room nervously as his bare chest rapidly moved up and
down from his ragged breaths. Lifting his hand to his forehead, he felt the fever still there. “Damn,” he murmured to himself after realizing that he still was sick.
He let out a moan as he swung his legs carefully over the side of the bed and pushed himself to his feet. With bare-feet, he made his way to the kitchen of the apartment room and began to dig through the cabinets for the medicine. He let out a sigh as he pulled the almost empty bottle from the cupboard. Holding a glass under the running water of the sink, he plopped a pill into
his mouth and took a gulp of water.
He then, climbed unto a stool by the kitchen’s bar and laid his head in his arms. “Oh…” he moaned. “Please, make it go away!” he whined, referring the illness he has had over two days now.
He felt like crap. His head hurt, his stomach ached… he felt like he was going to die, in which he wished he might. Anything to
make the torture go away. And to make matters worse, he knew for a fact that Broots was figuring out where he was at
this exact moment. Giving Jarod not a second to waste to get better, research the files that he had came to New York for,
pack and make a clean break out of this state leaving no trail behind him.
With that thought, he let out a frustrated sigh and he leaped off the stool and onto his feet. “Oh!” he yelped, leaning on the
counter as he realized he got up to fast. The whole room was spinning. He slowly lowered himself to the floor.
“Why? What is wrong with me?” he asked himself softly, as he sat there on the cold kitchen floor. He closed his eyes and
leaned back on a stool leg, waiting for the spinning to subside, but letting out a sad sigh as there was no change. He had never
had the flu before.
BANG, BANG! He heard a loud knocking on his door. He quickly snapped his head up to look down the hall to the front
door. He stared at it for a moment in surprise and then glanced at the digital clock on the kitchen counter across from him.
12:28 it read. Jarod cocked his head to the side in confusion. Who could possible be here so late in the…
“Oh no!” Jarod whispered. Just then, he heard another loud… BANG, BANG, BANG! He slowly, using the counter for
support, rose to his feet. He stood there, staring down the hall at the unopened door and tried to get his thoughts in check.
If it is the Centre, why haven’t they just busted the door down? With that thought, Jarod tiptoed down the hall, keeping his eyes onto the door for any further noises or movements. When he reached it, he leaned forward, placing both hands on itscold wood, and peeked through the peek hole.
He inhaled sharply at the sight of… blackness. Jarod pulled away and stared off into space in thought. Getting his courage
up, he reached for the lock and clicked it open, then reaching upward, slid the chain from its slot. He stepped back a little and
slowly opened the door.
“What took you so long!” someone shouted, pushing the door, causing it to bump into Jarod, flinging him to the wall behind it.
“Mallory! What are you…”
“I was wondering if you had any sugar, sugar,” she said with a smile and a wink. She made her way to his kitchen.
"Look, Mal it is really late…” he began, following her down the hall.
"Yeah, I know, really late to be baking. But I was hungry for cake and…”
"No, really late to be waking people.”
“Oh that. You don’t mind, do you sugar?” she said with a puppy-dog-face and began to dig in his cupboards. Jarod
leaned on the island in the middle of the kitchen and watched as she pulled out boxes one by one and read the brand.
Mallory Francis, room D31, lives just down the hall from Jarod. Lucky him. She was barely serious at times. Being in the age of 33, she was said to be in her ten’s. Jarod believed it. But she can be fun to be around, calling her a friend of Jarod’s. He had met her when he was unpacking his things in his room and had left the door open, mistake number one. She came in and had introduced herself. Jarod thought she was nice until she came over every day, telling him a story he didn’t need to know but still smiled and nodded.
A flying box of oatmeal making its way towards his face snapped him out of his thoughts. He caught it just in time.
“Whew. Now I don’t need the search party anymore, I found you!” she said to Jarod sarcastically. “You were staring off into
space, sugar. Thought you left me for a better place.”
Jarod smiled and set the box on the counter. “I wish I had.”
“Ha…ha… very funny,” she said sarcastically. She lifted the box of sugar in his face. “You mind?”
“No, not at all,” he said, pushing it away.
“Thanks a million!” she said, brushing past him and walking down the hall to the door. Before leaving, she turned and shouted back, “See you tomorrow!” And with that the door closed behind her and she was out of his sight.
He rolled his eyes playfully and smiled. “That just made my head ache worst.”
“Well?” Miss Parker asked.
“Ah, h-he is in New York,” Broots stuttered out, glancing from the computer screen to look at Miss Parker. Miss Parker
studied the screen and then snapped her fingers suddenly.
“Broots, New York, Now!” was all she said, leaving the man to his orders. She took off down the hall and entered Sydney’s
office.
“Syd, you joining me?” she asked, barging in and noticing Lyle there as well. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t know you were here… bro,”
she sarcastically said.
“Well, don’t let me stop you. Joining you on what?” Lyle asked, getting up from the leather chair, in which he had been sitting at. Miss Parker stared at him for a moment then turned to Sydney.
“Sydney, we found our Boy Wonder in New York,” she said, then turned to Lyle. “Will there be three seats on the plane, or
four?”
“Three, can’t join you at the moment. I have… other things to attend to,” he muttered. Miss Parker smiled wickedly.
“Great,” she said, just a hint of sarcasm.
“Hey Jarod!” Jarod glanced behind him to see Mallory running down the hall towards him. Just the thing to make him sick again. “Where you heading so early in the morning?”
“No business worth to you. Why you ask?” Jarod said with a smile, pushing against the glass exit door and stepping outside,
followed by Mallory.
“Well, I have nothing better to do, can I come?” she asked, watching him wave for a taxi. Jarod looked at her with an eyebrow lifted.
“Hmm… tough question. Taxi!” he shouted in frustration.
“Well?” she asked.
“Taxi!” Jarod shouted again. He let his arm fly limply to his side as he watched another taxi fly past the corner of which they
stood. “Sure why not, but only if you can get us a taxi!”
With that, she gave him a huge girlish smile and placed two fingers in her mouth. Soon a piercing whistle sounded through the air, causing Jarod to wince. Shortly after, a yellow cab pulled to a stop in front of them. Jarod looked at Mallory in astonishment, while she smiled playfully back.
"Show off,” Jarod murmured, as he climbed into the cab.
“I live to show,” she said, climbing in after him.
“Yeah, I bet you do,” Jarod replied playfully. She punched in lightly in the shoulder.
“Where to?” the cab driver asked, looking at Jarod in his rear view mirror.
“The Town Police Department,” Jarod said. Mallory wrinkled her nose in disgust.
“That is boring! Let’s go to the park, or get ice cream or… I know, let’s go see a movie. I hear ‘Bride of Chucky’ isreally good…”
“What makes you think you can choose the events when are tagging along with ,” Jarod asked, eyebrow lifted. He then turned to the cab driver. “To the police department.”
“Oh c’mon Jarebear! Take me somewhere… fun!”
“And why would I want to do that?”
“Please?” she asked with puppy-dog-eyes.
“I hate when you do that!”
“Hey I learned it from you!”
“Did not!”
“Did to!”
“Did not!”
“Did to!”
“I don’t mean to interrupt, but where will it be?” the cab driver cautiously cut in. Jarod glanced at Mallory, who was also
staring at him for an answer, along with her lip out in a pouting manner.
"Fine. We are going to the park, and that is it! Alright?” he finally gave in.
“Yes! Thank you so much, sugar! You won’t regret it!” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I am already,” he muttered to himself, thinking of the files he wanted to research will have to wait and being stuck with her for a couple hours.
“Has anyone ever told you that you are a mystery?” Mallory asked, staring at Jarod as he read his newspaper across from
her at the park picnic table. Jarod looked up and stared at her for a moment before folding the paper and leaning forward on his elbows.
“Has anyone ever told you that you are a weirdo?” he asked with a smile.
She hit him on the arm playfully.
“I’m serious Jarebear!”
“So am I!” he said, laughing softly. She shook her head while trying to hold back a smile, but having no luck.
“I mean, you come here with no wedding ring, no family… as if you were dropped out of the sky!”
“Maybe I have,” he said, rising his eyebrows and smiling boyishly. She shook her head with a smirk.
“And you say I’m the weirdo?” she said, leaning back. After staring at him for a couple seconds, her eyes widen with a thought. “Are you an alien?” she asked, leaning forward again.
Jarod laughed and shook his head. “Probably one of your best conclusions, right?”
“Ha… ha…” she said, sarcastically. “Well, at least you are a handsome alien.”
“Well, you are pretty weirdo.”
She bit her lip, trying to hold back the blush. “Why thank you.”
“Sydney, look over there,” Miss Parker said, pointing at Jarod and another woman sitting at the park picnic table. She pulled
out her gun and smiled wickedly. “Gotcha!” She gestured with her head for Sydney and Broots to follow. “C’mon, hurry up!”
Mallory glanced towards the street, when she saw a woman and two men coming their way. Mallory glanced at Jarod, who
went back to his newspaper.
“Hey, Jarod, you know her?” she asked. Jarod glanced up at Mallory and saw her looking off towards the street. He snapped his head to the side to see as well, but it was too late. Miss Parker stood over him; gun aimed at his temple, being careful for no one to see it. Jarod heard Mallory’s gasp of surprise at the sight of the gun.
“My, my, if it isn’t Miss Parker,” Jarod said calmly, but deep down inside he was kicking, no more like beating the shit out of
himself for not paying more attention to his surrounding.
“Nice to see you too, Jarod,” she sneered. Miss Parker glanced at Mallory. “And you would be…?”
“None of your freaking business!” she screamed, leaping to her feet. She reached for Miss Parker’s gun and swiped it away.
“You leave Jarebear alone!”
Miss Parker grabbed at Mallory’s arm and knocked her back in her seat.
“Look you little… Jarebear?” Miss Parker asked, looking at Jarod again, holding back the smile. Before Miss Parker could
let out a smart remark, she received a foot to her shin. “Shit!” Miss Parker screeched.
Mallory leaped to her feet and grabbed Jarod’s arm. “C’mon sugar!” she said, pulling him to his feet. “Sorry, we gotta scram!” she called to the three.
“No can do!” Broots said, actually gathering courage for what he was about to do. He reached out and grabbed her arm,
causing her to let go of Jarod.
“Jarod run!” Mallory screamed. Jarod turned to help her. “Jarod… run!” she screamed again. Jarod turned, but Miss Parker grabbed his arm.
“You aren’t going anywhere… Jarebear!” Miss Parker said, mockingly.
“Let go!” Jarod said, struggling with her, but she held on surprisingly.
“You leave me no choice!” Miss Parker huffed out, and swung the gun blindly through the air, hitting him hard on the temple.
He let out a yelp, followed by a moan and sank to the ground.
“Miss Parker!” Sydney shouted in astonishment, staring down at Jarod’s limp body. “You could have hurt him badly!”
“Oh the shame!” she said in mock horror.
Mallory ripped out of Broot’s grasp and fell to her knees beside Jarod.
“Who the hell are you people! We were in the middle of a date! We weren’t doing anything wrong!” she screamed up at them.
She returned her attention to Jarod and began to wipe at the blood that trickled from the cut on his temple.
“Date, huh?” Miss Parker repeated, crossing her arms across her chest.
“And what were you planning to do… after?”
“Miss Parker!” Sydney said in astonishment again. At that, Mallory leaped to her feet.
“Who are you! Are you his x-wife or an old girlfriend, or his sister, or…”
“Friend,” Miss Parker said blankly.
“Friend?” Mallory repeated. “Friend? Friend my butt! If you were at all a friend, you wouldn’t just have knocked the daylights out of him!”
“It was an accident!” she lied.
“Bah!” Mallory said, flinging her arms in the air. “And I’m the queen of Texas!”
“Well, let’s all bow to the queen,” Miss Parker said sarcastically, smiling wickedly.
“Oh…” Jarod moaned as he lifting his hand to his head.
“Jarod!” Mallory said, getting down beside him again and helping him sit up. “You okay?”
“If you consider my head spinning being ‘okay’, then I’m just peachy,” he said sarcastically, holding his head with both hands
now.
“Oh dear, I’m sorry Jarod,” Miss Parker said sarcastically, leaning down over him. “We didn’t mean to interrupt your little date.”
Just then, Jarod’s head snapped up at Miss Parker, then looked back at Mallory. “You told them it was a date?”
Mallory shrugged her shoulders. “Well, kinda, sorta… yeah.”
Jarod let out a frustrated sigh as he climbed to his feet. Mallory climbed to her feet as well. “Well, it was, wasn’t it?”
“No! I told you, you were just tagging along! That’s it!” he said, brushing himself off. Mallory looked to the ground in
dissappointment.
“Don’t worry. There are more fish in the sea,” Miss Parker sneered evilly, grabbing Jarod’s arm. “This one comes with me.” Jarod gave her a look that could kill, and for the first time Miss Parker was the one that was afraid, almost. She tightened her grip on his arm and shoved her gun into his back with the other hand. “Now… Jarebear, you are coming with us if you like it or not.”
“Then was it a friendly-get-together?” Mallory asked Jarod, ignoring the others. Jarod looked at her sadly and opened his
mouth to answer her but was cut off by Parker.
“Look, he doesn’t like you, bimbo! So leave him alone!” Miss Parker shot out. Jarod flashed her another look. Mallory
looked at Miss Parker then back at Jarod.
Jarod mouthed the word ‘friends’ and Mallory caught it. She nodded softly and bit her lip. Jarod smiled weakly at her.
“Alright lover boy. Move it!” Miss Parker ordered, pulling him towards the street. Jarod kept looking back at Mallory as they
walked farther and farther away. She just stood there, watching them leave. It broke his heart to see her like that, but there was nothing he could do.
“Get in!” she barked, opening the limo door. He obeyed, and as soon as he was inside, Miss Parker quickly started to snap the built in restraints on the seat to his wrists and ankles. As she finished and shut the door Jarod turned his head and looked out the window and saw that Mallory was where he had left her. She just stood there, staring at the limo.
Then suddenly, she began to run towards the vehicle. Jarod shook his head and repeated, “No Mallory, go back, go back!”
he whispered to himself. But she kept running.
As she reached the door, she flung it open. First glance of him strapped down made her eyes snap up to his face and whisper
in worry, “Jarod?”
“Go home Mallory,” he said quietly, turning his face from hers. “Who are they?” she asked. Just then, the opposite door open
and Miss Parker aimed her gun at Mallory.
“You just keep getting in the way, don’t you?” Parker asked. Mallory ignored her.
“Who are they?” she asked again.
“Get out!” Miss Parker demanded, cocking the safety from her gun as a warning.
“Go home!” Jarod told Mallory.
“Who are they?” Mallory asked again.
“Go home!” he repeated.
“Damn it Jarod… Who are they?” she shouted, slamming her fist down on the seat beside him. There was a silent pause from
all of them. Then Jarod turned to her again.
“Friends…” he replied softly, his eyes sparkling of sorrow.
Mallory stared into his eyes for the truth and found it. “It’s a lie…” she stated.
“I won’t tell you again. Get out or I’ll shoot you dead!” Miss Parker threatened. Mallory’s eyes snapped up at Miss Parker
for only a second and then returned back to Jarod.
“I’ll be okay,” he said softly. He paused and then said quietly, “Go home.”
Mallory looked up at Miss Parker again and then leaned out of the car and allowed Sydney to shut the door. She stepped back and watched as everyone got in the vehicle and drove away.
After they went to Jarod’s apartment and gathered his things, including the DSA’s they headed for the airport.
“Yes daddy, we have him,” Miss Parker said happily into her cell phone as she stepped out of the limo.
“The DSA’s as well?” Mr. Parker asked from the other line.
“Correct,” Miss Parker said proudly.
“Great,” Mr. Parker said. “I’m proud of you Angel.”
Miss Parker smiled. “Thank you.” All her life, she waited for him to say that.
“I want you to bring back the DSA’s… but…” he began.
“But?” Miss Parker asked in worry.
“But I don’t want you to bring back Jarod.”
“Daddy?”
“Listen to me Angel. We have spent too much money on him. If you bring him back, chances are, he’ll escape again. And there is no way we can afford it. Get a hotel room, just you and Jarod and put a bullet through his head. If you are to be seen, the Centre can cover it up easily. You always wanted to do this, here’s your chance.”
“Kill him, daddy?”
“Don’t disappoint me!” and with that, her father ended the call.
She stared off into the distance in shock and Sydney came up to her.
“Parker? Are you alright?” he asked.
Miss Parker’s eyes snapped to attention. “Y-yes of course. It’s just that the plane can’t make it. You guys take the DSA’s and go ahead and drive there. I’ll stay here and wait for the plane to come tomorrow.”
“Well, you and Jarod can come with us,” he said. Miss Parker stared at him, trying to think of a reasonable answer.
“Um, no. T-too big of a chance, he can escape that way. In a plane he can’t. We’ll get a room. Don’t worry I’m a big girl, I
came watch him.”
Sydney gave a small nod. “Alright. We’ll drive you to the hotel.”
“I’ll see you in a few!” Sydney called to her, as they walked out of the room. Miss Parker shut the door behind them and sighed. She turned towards Jarod, who was lying on the bed, cuffed to the post.
He noticed her eyes on him and looked up at her. “Looks like it’s just you and me, huh?” he said with a weak smile. Miss
Parker lifted her chin slightly, keeping eye contact.
“Yeah,” she replied softly. Jarod began to sit up, having a little trouble with his hands being cuffed, but managed.
He let out a sigh. “So… what’s…”
“Just don’t talk. Just don’t say anything!” Miss Parker quickly snapped, walking over to the other bed and sitting down.
“Okay,” Jarod said softly, looking away. They both sat there in silence.
Miss Parker glanced at Jarod then reached back behind her and placed her hand on the gun and pulled it out. Jarod turned his head to look at her again. Miss Parker just stared at him, as he stared back. She then quickly took her hand away from the gun and left on the bed.
“This is crazy!” she spat out, leaping to her feet.
“What is?” Jarod asked, watching her every move.
“I’m suppose to hate you!” she shouted, walking into the bathroom and slamming the door behind her.
“Huh?” Jarod asked, more to himself.
Inside the bathroom, Miss Parker leaned onto the sink and stared at her reflection in the mirror that hung over it.
“God why? Why is it hard for me to do this?” she asked, still staring at her reflection. “I’m suppose to hate him! But here I
am, hesitating on pulling the trigger. Why?”
Then, as if by magic the answer dawned onto her. She didn’t want to believe, but had to. As she stared into the mirror, tears
sparkled in her eyes. She forced her gaze away from the reflection and whispered so softly, “I love him.” She looked up at the ceiling, forcing herself to control her emotion and stated, “I have to do this.”
She quietly stepped out of the bathroom.
“Finally. Can I now take a potty break?” he asked innocently. She stared at him sadly. “Well?”
She inhaled sharply and walked over to her gun. She lifted it slowly and clicked the safety from it. Then she walked over to
him and uncuffed him.
“What are you doing? What is going on?” he asked, as she reached over for the other cuff.
“Get up,” she ordered softly, her voice quivering from the emotions she forced to hold back. He obeyed. “Move over here,” she said softly, gesturing to the other side of the bed. He did so. “Get on your knees.”
“What?” he asked.
“Do it!” she spat out, unable to hold back a single tear that trickled down her cheek.
He slowly lowered himself to his knees and watched as she aimed the gun at his forehead. He then knew what was happening. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes. He waited for what was to come and was surprised to feel lips on his own. He opened his eyes to find Miss Parker leaning down and kissing him passionately. He returned the kiss.
She then pulled away and wiped her eyes from the tears. “Now… close your eyes,” she said, her voice quivering more then ever. He slowly shut his eyelids. There was a long pause, then she said, “Before I can shoot you, I have to tell you something.”
He opened his eyes again to look at her.
“I-I… I love you Jarod,” she whispered. Now sorrow was in his eyes as he stared up at her. His eyes began to sparkle as
well.
“I love…” he began.
“No!” she interrupted. “Don’t say that. It will only make it worse! Just…” she paused to take a breath. “Just don’t say anything.”
Jarod nodded softly, and took a breath as she returned the gun to his forehead. He closed his eyes again.
“I’m sorry…” he heard her whisper, then a loud bang rang in his ears. He felt something hit his forehead hard, very hard,
knocking him out cold. He fell to the floor limply.
Miss Parker collapsed to her knees and let the tears flow. She didn’t care anymore.
“I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!” she kept repeating, placing her face into her hands. “Oh god! I killed the man I love! I killed him!” she screamed at the ceiling. She glanced back down to the body before her and quickly scooted on her knees to his side. She lifted him into her arms and wiped the blood drips from falling to his eyebrows. She stared at him as she shook fromher emotions. His eyes were closed and looked so peaceful. His body was still warm and he felt like he wasn’t dead at all. She shut her eyes tightly and leaned her forehead against his cheek and cried and cried.
“I’m sorry…” she whispered, and carefully laid him back onto the floor. She leaped to her feet and pulled out her phone. As
she tapped in her father’s number, she tried to calm herself, but as soon as he answered, her emotions were not in control.
“Daddy I killed him!” she screamed into the phone. “I killed him like you told me! He is dead!” She lifted her hand toher forehead and felt her fingers shaking.
“Wonderful!” he cheered.
“No daddy! It isn’t ‘wonderful’! It isn’t wonderful at all! I killed him! I shot him dead!”
“Why is that upsetting you?”
“Because I…”
“Oh I see. You have never really killed anyone before and it just got to you. Don’t worry after the first one it will all come easily to…”
“No daddy! That is not why! I love him daddy! I killed him, yet I love him!” she screamed.
Mr. Parker was silent for a moment. “That’s a lie.”
“No! I have never been so honest with you in my life!”
“Angel… listen to me…”
“No you listen! For once in your life, listen to !” she shouted, shaking more than ever. She took a breath and than began again, “All my life, you told me what to do, what to say, what to feel! This time I’m telling you, I love him. I didn’t know ‘til now, and now it is too late. Here he is, dead at my feet, and I’m talking to you… of how I love him. It isn’t right daddy! It just isn’t right!”
There was silence from the other line and she waited, quivering and holding back the tears as much as she possibly could. Then Mr. Parker spoke softly, “Cleaners are on their way…” was all he said, and then there was a click at the other end.
Miss Parker inhaled sharply at the echoing click of the cruel disconnection of their conversation. She couldn’t believe how cruel he could be, so cold, so untouched. She dropped the phone onto the bed and dropped to her knees again and cried. After a long moment, she glanced back at the body and shook her head.
“I’m sorry…” she whispered, leaping to her feet again. She slowly walked to the door and opened it, stepping outside and
closing it behind her. She couldn’t stand to be in the same room with him for another second.
Outside, she leaned against the door and watched as the soft clouds float by. ‘It’s amazing how the world just keeps going after something like this happens’, she thought. ‘The clouds just keep rolling by as if they haven’t seen or heard anything. As if they knew nothing but themselves’. She let out a long sad sigh and slid down the door to the ground below, and there she cried again.
“Oh…” Jarod moaned in pain as he lifted himself on his elbows. That rubber bullet hurt more than he would have concluded. It
knocked him out cold, in which he didn’t plan on. ‘I’m going to have a bruise there for weeks’, he thought. He lifted his hand to his forehead and felt the area. ‘Well at least the blood part worked’, he thought happily.
See, he had switched bullet’s in Miss Parker’s gun when she was in the bathroom with the real for the rubber, which would
explore with fake blood once it hit something hard. He managed to unlock the cuffs with a pen top, hop to the other bed, quickly exchange bullets and cuff himself to the bed again before she even stepped foot in the room again. He knew she was going to kill him after hearing the conversation with her father, but couldn’t believe she would actually do it. Just the thought, cut his heart in two.
Just then, Jarod heard the cleaners’ car arriving and he quickly went back into ‘playing dead’. He took a deep breathand prayed for whatever good sense they might have… to not check for a pulse.
the hall and saw a closed elevator. As he got closer, the doors began to slide open and Miss Parker’s figure soon appeared in
the dim light, gun in hand and anger and revenge in her eyes. Jarod stared at her and the gun in confusion for a moment before opening his mouth to speak, but she cut him short.
“Shut-up,” she hissed. Jarod snapped his jaw shut. “Your father killed my mother. So now… I’ll kill you!”
“But it wasn’t my fault. I…” Jarod began.
“Shut-up! You had everything to do with it! You deserve to die! She didn’t! You are the one who deserved to die!” she
shouted, tears making her eyes sparkle. Jarod shook his head softly.
“No! I didn’t… I don’t!”
“Yes! Yes you do!” she screamed, taking aim at his chest with her gun.
He now could see her lips quivering in angry and sorrow.
“Miss Parker, please… I…”
“No! Just shut-up!” she screamed, tears now streaming down her thin face. She tightened her finger on the trigger. “This is for
my mother… and for me!” and with that, the gun went off, releasing a huge echoing bang through the corridor. Jarod let out a gasp of pain as he felt the bullet pierce through his body. He watched her face as he slowly lowered to the floor on his knees. Her face was so blank, and yet so sad at the same time as he felt the life of him begin to slide from his grasp. Soon the floor came to meet his body and darkness followed.
“No!” Jarod shouted, jolting up in bed. He looked around the dark room nervously as his bare chest rapidly moved up and
down from his ragged breaths. Lifting his hand to his forehead, he felt the fever still there. “Damn,” he murmured to himself after realizing that he still was sick.
He let out a moan as he swung his legs carefully over the side of the bed and pushed himself to his feet. With bare-feet, he made his way to the kitchen of the apartment room and began to dig through the cabinets for the medicine. He let out a sigh as he pulled the almost empty bottle from the cupboard. Holding a glass under the running water of the sink, he plopped a pill into
his mouth and took a gulp of water.
He then, climbed unto a stool by the kitchen’s bar and laid his head in his arms. “Oh…” he moaned. “Please, make it go away!” he whined, referring the illness he has had over two days now.
He felt like crap. His head hurt, his stomach ached… he felt like he was going to die, in which he wished he might. Anything to
make the torture go away. And to make matters worse, he knew for a fact that Broots was figuring out where he was at
this exact moment. Giving Jarod not a second to waste to get better, research the files that he had came to New York for,
pack and make a clean break out of this state leaving no trail behind him.
With that thought, he let out a frustrated sigh and he leaped off the stool and onto his feet. “Oh!” he yelped, leaning on the
counter as he realized he got up to fast. The whole room was spinning. He slowly lowered himself to the floor.
“Why? What is wrong with me?” he asked himself softly, as he sat there on the cold kitchen floor. He closed his eyes and
leaned back on a stool leg, waiting for the spinning to subside, but letting out a sad sigh as there was no change. He had never
had the flu before.
BANG, BANG! He heard a loud knocking on his door. He quickly snapped his head up to look down the hall to the front
door. He stared at it for a moment in surprise and then glanced at the digital clock on the kitchen counter across from him.
12:28 it read. Jarod cocked his head to the side in confusion. Who could possible be here so late in the…
“Oh no!” Jarod whispered. Just then, he heard another loud… BANG, BANG, BANG! He slowly, using the counter for
support, rose to his feet. He stood there, staring down the hall at the unopened door and tried to get his thoughts in check.
If it is the Centre, why haven’t they just busted the door down? With that thought, Jarod tiptoed down the hall, keeping his eyes onto the door for any further noises or movements. When he reached it, he leaned forward, placing both hands on itscold wood, and peeked through the peek hole.
He inhaled sharply at the sight of… blackness. Jarod pulled away and stared off into space in thought. Getting his courage
up, he reached for the lock and clicked it open, then reaching upward, slid the chain from its slot. He stepped back a little and
slowly opened the door.
“What took you so long!” someone shouted, pushing the door, causing it to bump into Jarod, flinging him to the wall behind it.
“Mallory! What are you…”
“I was wondering if you had any sugar, sugar,” she said with a smile and a wink. She made her way to his kitchen.
"Look, Mal it is really late…” he began, following her down the hall.
"Yeah, I know, really late to be baking. But I was hungry for cake and…”
"No, really late to be waking people.”
“Oh that. You don’t mind, do you sugar?” she said with a puppy-dog-face and began to dig in his cupboards. Jarod
leaned on the island in the middle of the kitchen and watched as she pulled out boxes one by one and read the brand.
Mallory Francis, room D31, lives just down the hall from Jarod. Lucky him. She was barely serious at times. Being in the age of 33, she was said to be in her ten’s. Jarod believed it. But she can be fun to be around, calling her a friend of Jarod’s. He had met her when he was unpacking his things in his room and had left the door open, mistake number one. She came in and had introduced herself. Jarod thought she was nice until she came over every day, telling him a story he didn’t need to know but still smiled and nodded.
A flying box of oatmeal making its way towards his face snapped him out of his thoughts. He caught it just in time.
“Whew. Now I don’t need the search party anymore, I found you!” she said to Jarod sarcastically. “You were staring off into
space, sugar. Thought you left me for a better place.”
Jarod smiled and set the box on the counter. “I wish I had.”
“Ha…ha… very funny,” she said sarcastically. She lifted the box of sugar in his face. “You mind?”
“No, not at all,” he said, pushing it away.
“Thanks a million!” she said, brushing past him and walking down the hall to the door. Before leaving, she turned and shouted back, “See you tomorrow!” And with that the door closed behind her and she was out of his sight.
He rolled his eyes playfully and smiled. “That just made my head ache worst.”
“Well?” Miss Parker asked.
“Ah, h-he is in New York,” Broots stuttered out, glancing from the computer screen to look at Miss Parker. Miss Parker
studied the screen and then snapped her fingers suddenly.
“Broots, New York, Now!” was all she said, leaving the man to his orders. She took off down the hall and entered Sydney’s
office.
“Syd, you joining me?” she asked, barging in and noticing Lyle there as well. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t know you were here… bro,”
she sarcastically said.
“Well, don’t let me stop you. Joining you on what?” Lyle asked, getting up from the leather chair, in which he had been sitting at. Miss Parker stared at him for a moment then turned to Sydney.
“Sydney, we found our Boy Wonder in New York,” she said, then turned to Lyle. “Will there be three seats on the plane, or
four?”
“Three, can’t join you at the moment. I have… other things to attend to,” he muttered. Miss Parker smiled wickedly.
“Great,” she said, just a hint of sarcasm.
“Hey Jarod!” Jarod glanced behind him to see Mallory running down the hall towards him. Just the thing to make him sick again. “Where you heading so early in the morning?”
“No business worth to you. Why you ask?” Jarod said with a smile, pushing against the glass exit door and stepping outside,
followed by Mallory.
“Well, I have nothing better to do, can I come?” she asked, watching him wave for a taxi. Jarod looked at her with an eyebrow lifted.
“Hmm… tough question. Taxi!” he shouted in frustration.
“Well?” she asked.
“Taxi!” Jarod shouted again. He let his arm fly limply to his side as he watched another taxi fly past the corner of which they
stood. “Sure why not, but only if you can get us a taxi!”
With that, she gave him a huge girlish smile and placed two fingers in her mouth. Soon a piercing whistle sounded through the air, causing Jarod to wince. Shortly after, a yellow cab pulled to a stop in front of them. Jarod looked at Mallory in astonishment, while she smiled playfully back.
"Show off,” Jarod murmured, as he climbed into the cab.
“I live to show,” she said, climbing in after him.
“Yeah, I bet you do,” Jarod replied playfully. She punched in lightly in the shoulder.
“Where to?” the cab driver asked, looking at Jarod in his rear view mirror.
“The Town Police Department,” Jarod said. Mallory wrinkled her nose in disgust.
“That is boring! Let’s go to the park, or get ice cream or… I know, let’s go see a movie. I hear ‘Bride of Chucky’ isreally good…”
“What makes you think you can choose the events when are tagging along with ,” Jarod asked, eyebrow lifted. He then turned to the cab driver. “To the police department.”
“Oh c’mon Jarebear! Take me somewhere… fun!”
“And why would I want to do that?”
“Please?” she asked with puppy-dog-eyes.
“I hate when you do that!”
“Hey I learned it from you!”
“Did not!”
“Did to!”
“Did not!”
“Did to!”
“I don’t mean to interrupt, but where will it be?” the cab driver cautiously cut in. Jarod glanced at Mallory, who was also
staring at him for an answer, along with her lip out in a pouting manner.
"Fine. We are going to the park, and that is it! Alright?” he finally gave in.
“Yes! Thank you so much, sugar! You won’t regret it!” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I am already,” he muttered to himself, thinking of the files he wanted to research will have to wait and being stuck with her for a couple hours.
“Has anyone ever told you that you are a mystery?” Mallory asked, staring at Jarod as he read his newspaper across from
her at the park picnic table. Jarod looked up and stared at her for a moment before folding the paper and leaning forward on his elbows.
“Has anyone ever told you that you are a weirdo?” he asked with a smile.
She hit him on the arm playfully.
“I’m serious Jarebear!”
“So am I!” he said, laughing softly. She shook her head while trying to hold back a smile, but having no luck.
“I mean, you come here with no wedding ring, no family… as if you were dropped out of the sky!”
“Maybe I have,” he said, rising his eyebrows and smiling boyishly. She shook her head with a smirk.
“And you say I’m the weirdo?” she said, leaning back. After staring at him for a couple seconds, her eyes widen with a thought. “Are you an alien?” she asked, leaning forward again.
Jarod laughed and shook his head. “Probably one of your best conclusions, right?”
“Ha… ha…” she said, sarcastically. “Well, at least you are a handsome alien.”
“Well, you are pretty weirdo.”
She bit her lip, trying to hold back the blush. “Why thank you.”
“Sydney, look over there,” Miss Parker said, pointing at Jarod and another woman sitting at the park picnic table. She pulled
out her gun and smiled wickedly. “Gotcha!” She gestured with her head for Sydney and Broots to follow. “C’mon, hurry up!”
Mallory glanced towards the street, when she saw a woman and two men coming their way. Mallory glanced at Jarod, who
went back to his newspaper.
“Hey, Jarod, you know her?” she asked. Jarod glanced up at Mallory and saw her looking off towards the street. He snapped his head to the side to see as well, but it was too late. Miss Parker stood over him; gun aimed at his temple, being careful for no one to see it. Jarod heard Mallory’s gasp of surprise at the sight of the gun.
“My, my, if it isn’t Miss Parker,” Jarod said calmly, but deep down inside he was kicking, no more like beating the shit out of
himself for not paying more attention to his surrounding.
“Nice to see you too, Jarod,” she sneered. Miss Parker glanced at Mallory. “And you would be…?”
“None of your freaking business!” she screamed, leaping to her feet. She reached for Miss Parker’s gun and swiped it away.
“You leave Jarebear alone!”
Miss Parker grabbed at Mallory’s arm and knocked her back in her seat.
“Look you little… Jarebear?” Miss Parker asked, looking at Jarod again, holding back the smile. Before Miss Parker could
let out a smart remark, she received a foot to her shin. “Shit!” Miss Parker screeched.
Mallory leaped to her feet and grabbed Jarod’s arm. “C’mon sugar!” she said, pulling him to his feet. “Sorry, we gotta scram!” she called to the three.
“No can do!” Broots said, actually gathering courage for what he was about to do. He reached out and grabbed her arm,
causing her to let go of Jarod.
“Jarod run!” Mallory screamed. Jarod turned to help her. “Jarod… run!” she screamed again. Jarod turned, but Miss Parker grabbed his arm.
“You aren’t going anywhere… Jarebear!” Miss Parker said, mockingly.
“Let go!” Jarod said, struggling with her, but she held on surprisingly.
“You leave me no choice!” Miss Parker huffed out, and swung the gun blindly through the air, hitting him hard on the temple.
He let out a yelp, followed by a moan and sank to the ground.
“Miss Parker!” Sydney shouted in astonishment, staring down at Jarod’s limp body. “You could have hurt him badly!”
“Oh the shame!” she said in mock horror.
Mallory ripped out of Broot’s grasp and fell to her knees beside Jarod.
“Who the hell are you people! We were in the middle of a date! We weren’t doing anything wrong!” she screamed up at them.
She returned her attention to Jarod and began to wipe at the blood that trickled from the cut on his temple.
“Date, huh?” Miss Parker repeated, crossing her arms across her chest.
“And what were you planning to do… after?”
“Miss Parker!” Sydney said in astonishment again. At that, Mallory leaped to her feet.
“Who are you! Are you his x-wife or an old girlfriend, or his sister, or…”
“Friend,” Miss Parker said blankly.
“Friend?” Mallory repeated. “Friend? Friend my butt! If you were at all a friend, you wouldn’t just have knocked the daylights out of him!”
“It was an accident!” she lied.
“Bah!” Mallory said, flinging her arms in the air. “And I’m the queen of Texas!”
“Well, let’s all bow to the queen,” Miss Parker said sarcastically, smiling wickedly.
“Oh…” Jarod moaned as he lifting his hand to his head.
“Jarod!” Mallory said, getting down beside him again and helping him sit up. “You okay?”
“If you consider my head spinning being ‘okay’, then I’m just peachy,” he said sarcastically, holding his head with both hands
now.
“Oh dear, I’m sorry Jarod,” Miss Parker said sarcastically, leaning down over him. “We didn’t mean to interrupt your little date.”
Just then, Jarod’s head snapped up at Miss Parker, then looked back at Mallory. “You told them it was a date?”
Mallory shrugged her shoulders. “Well, kinda, sorta… yeah.”
Jarod let out a frustrated sigh as he climbed to his feet. Mallory climbed to her feet as well. “Well, it was, wasn’t it?”
“No! I told you, you were just tagging along! That’s it!” he said, brushing himself off. Mallory looked to the ground in
dissappointment.
“Don’t worry. There are more fish in the sea,” Miss Parker sneered evilly, grabbing Jarod’s arm. “This one comes with me.” Jarod gave her a look that could kill, and for the first time Miss Parker was the one that was afraid, almost. She tightened her grip on his arm and shoved her gun into his back with the other hand. “Now… Jarebear, you are coming with us if you like it or not.”
“Then was it a friendly-get-together?” Mallory asked Jarod, ignoring the others. Jarod looked at her sadly and opened his
mouth to answer her but was cut off by Parker.
“Look, he doesn’t like you, bimbo! So leave him alone!” Miss Parker shot out. Jarod flashed her another look. Mallory
looked at Miss Parker then back at Jarod.
Jarod mouthed the word ‘friends’ and Mallory caught it. She nodded softly and bit her lip. Jarod smiled weakly at her.
“Alright lover boy. Move it!” Miss Parker ordered, pulling him towards the street. Jarod kept looking back at Mallory as they
walked farther and farther away. She just stood there, watching them leave. It broke his heart to see her like that, but there was nothing he could do.
“Get in!” she barked, opening the limo door. He obeyed, and as soon as he was inside, Miss Parker quickly started to snap the built in restraints on the seat to his wrists and ankles. As she finished and shut the door Jarod turned his head and looked out the window and saw that Mallory was where he had left her. She just stood there, staring at the limo.
Then suddenly, she began to run towards the vehicle. Jarod shook his head and repeated, “No Mallory, go back, go back!”
he whispered to himself. But she kept running.
As she reached the door, she flung it open. First glance of him strapped down made her eyes snap up to his face and whisper
in worry, “Jarod?”
“Go home Mallory,” he said quietly, turning his face from hers. “Who are they?” she asked. Just then, the opposite door open
and Miss Parker aimed her gun at Mallory.
“You just keep getting in the way, don’t you?” Parker asked. Mallory ignored her.
“Who are they?” she asked again.
“Get out!” Miss Parker demanded, cocking the safety from her gun as a warning.
“Go home!” Jarod told Mallory.
“Who are they?” Mallory asked again.
“Go home!” he repeated.
“Damn it Jarod… Who are they?” she shouted, slamming her fist down on the seat beside him. There was a silent pause from
all of them. Then Jarod turned to her again.
“Friends…” he replied softly, his eyes sparkling of sorrow.
Mallory stared into his eyes for the truth and found it. “It’s a lie…” she stated.
“I won’t tell you again. Get out or I’ll shoot you dead!” Miss Parker threatened. Mallory’s eyes snapped up at Miss Parker
for only a second and then returned back to Jarod.
“I’ll be okay,” he said softly. He paused and then said quietly, “Go home.”
Mallory looked up at Miss Parker again and then leaned out of the car and allowed Sydney to shut the door. She stepped back and watched as everyone got in the vehicle and drove away.
After they went to Jarod’s apartment and gathered his things, including the DSA’s they headed for the airport.
“Yes daddy, we have him,” Miss Parker said happily into her cell phone as she stepped out of the limo.
“The DSA’s as well?” Mr. Parker asked from the other line.
“Correct,” Miss Parker said proudly.
“Great,” Mr. Parker said. “I’m proud of you Angel.”
Miss Parker smiled. “Thank you.” All her life, she waited for him to say that.
“I want you to bring back the DSA’s… but…” he began.
“But?” Miss Parker asked in worry.
“But I don’t want you to bring back Jarod.”
“Daddy?”
“Listen to me Angel. We have spent too much money on him. If you bring him back, chances are, he’ll escape again. And there is no way we can afford it. Get a hotel room, just you and Jarod and put a bullet through his head. If you are to be seen, the Centre can cover it up easily. You always wanted to do this, here’s your chance.”
“Kill him, daddy?”
“Don’t disappoint me!” and with that, her father ended the call.
She stared off into the distance in shock and Sydney came up to her.
“Parker? Are you alright?” he asked.
Miss Parker’s eyes snapped to attention. “Y-yes of course. It’s just that the plane can’t make it. You guys take the DSA’s and go ahead and drive there. I’ll stay here and wait for the plane to come tomorrow.”
“Well, you and Jarod can come with us,” he said. Miss Parker stared at him, trying to think of a reasonable answer.
“Um, no. T-too big of a chance, he can escape that way. In a plane he can’t. We’ll get a room. Don’t worry I’m a big girl, I
came watch him.”
Sydney gave a small nod. “Alright. We’ll drive you to the hotel.”
“I’ll see you in a few!” Sydney called to her, as they walked out of the room. Miss Parker shut the door behind them and sighed. She turned towards Jarod, who was lying on the bed, cuffed to the post.
He noticed her eyes on him and looked up at her. “Looks like it’s just you and me, huh?” he said with a weak smile. Miss
Parker lifted her chin slightly, keeping eye contact.
“Yeah,” she replied softly. Jarod began to sit up, having a little trouble with his hands being cuffed, but managed.
He let out a sigh. “So… what’s…”
“Just don’t talk. Just don’t say anything!” Miss Parker quickly snapped, walking over to the other bed and sitting down.
“Okay,” Jarod said softly, looking away. They both sat there in silence.
Miss Parker glanced at Jarod then reached back behind her and placed her hand on the gun and pulled it out. Jarod turned his head to look at her again. Miss Parker just stared at him, as he stared back. She then quickly took her hand away from the gun and left on the bed.
“This is crazy!” she spat out, leaping to her feet.
“What is?” Jarod asked, watching her every move.
“I’m suppose to hate you!” she shouted, walking into the bathroom and slamming the door behind her.
“Huh?” Jarod asked, more to himself.
Inside the bathroom, Miss Parker leaned onto the sink and stared at her reflection in the mirror that hung over it.
“God why? Why is it hard for me to do this?” she asked, still staring at her reflection. “I’m suppose to hate him! But here I
am, hesitating on pulling the trigger. Why?”
Then, as if by magic the answer dawned onto her. She didn’t want to believe, but had to. As she stared into the mirror, tears
sparkled in her eyes. She forced her gaze away from the reflection and whispered so softly, “I love him.” She looked up at the ceiling, forcing herself to control her emotion and stated, “I have to do this.”
She quietly stepped out of the bathroom.
“Finally. Can I now take a potty break?” he asked innocently. She stared at him sadly. “Well?”
She inhaled sharply and walked over to her gun. She lifted it slowly and clicked the safety from it. Then she walked over to
him and uncuffed him.
“What are you doing? What is going on?” he asked, as she reached over for the other cuff.
“Get up,” she ordered softly, her voice quivering from the emotions she forced to hold back. He obeyed. “Move over here,” she said softly, gesturing to the other side of the bed. He did so. “Get on your knees.”
“What?” he asked.
“Do it!” she spat out, unable to hold back a single tear that trickled down her cheek.
He slowly lowered himself to his knees and watched as she aimed the gun at his forehead. He then knew what was happening. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes. He waited for what was to come and was surprised to feel lips on his own. He opened his eyes to find Miss Parker leaning down and kissing him passionately. He returned the kiss.
She then pulled away and wiped her eyes from the tears. “Now… close your eyes,” she said, her voice quivering more then ever. He slowly shut his eyelids. There was a long pause, then she said, “Before I can shoot you, I have to tell you something.”
He opened his eyes again to look at her.
“I-I… I love you Jarod,” she whispered. Now sorrow was in his eyes as he stared up at her. His eyes began to sparkle as
well.
“I love…” he began.
“No!” she interrupted. “Don’t say that. It will only make it worse! Just…” she paused to take a breath. “Just don’t say anything.”
Jarod nodded softly, and took a breath as she returned the gun to his forehead. He closed his eyes again.
“I’m sorry…” he heard her whisper, then a loud bang rang in his ears. He felt something hit his forehead hard, very hard,
knocking him out cold. He fell to the floor limply.
Miss Parker collapsed to her knees and let the tears flow. She didn’t care anymore.
“I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!” she kept repeating, placing her face into her hands. “Oh god! I killed the man I love! I killed him!” she screamed at the ceiling. She glanced back down to the body before her and quickly scooted on her knees to his side. She lifted him into her arms and wiped the blood drips from falling to his eyebrows. She stared at him as she shook fromher emotions. His eyes were closed and looked so peaceful. His body was still warm and he felt like he wasn’t dead at all. She shut her eyes tightly and leaned her forehead against his cheek and cried and cried.
“I’m sorry…” she whispered, and carefully laid him back onto the floor. She leaped to her feet and pulled out her phone. As
she tapped in her father’s number, she tried to calm herself, but as soon as he answered, her emotions were not in control.
“Daddy I killed him!” she screamed into the phone. “I killed him like you told me! He is dead!” She lifted her hand toher forehead and felt her fingers shaking.
“Wonderful!” he cheered.
“No daddy! It isn’t ‘wonderful’! It isn’t wonderful at all! I killed him! I shot him dead!”
“Why is that upsetting you?”
“Because I…”
“Oh I see. You have never really killed anyone before and it just got to you. Don’t worry after the first one it will all come easily to…”
“No daddy! That is not why! I love him daddy! I killed him, yet I love him!” she screamed.
Mr. Parker was silent for a moment. “That’s a lie.”
“No! I have never been so honest with you in my life!”
“Angel… listen to me…”
“No you listen! For once in your life, listen to !” she shouted, shaking more than ever. She took a breath and than began again, “All my life, you told me what to do, what to say, what to feel! This time I’m telling you, I love him. I didn’t know ‘til now, and now it is too late. Here he is, dead at my feet, and I’m talking to you… of how I love him. It isn’t right daddy! It just isn’t right!”
There was silence from the other line and she waited, quivering and holding back the tears as much as she possibly could. Then Mr. Parker spoke softly, “Cleaners are on their way…” was all he said, and then there was a click at the other end.
Miss Parker inhaled sharply at the echoing click of the cruel disconnection of their conversation. She couldn’t believe how cruel he could be, so cold, so untouched. She dropped the phone onto the bed and dropped to her knees again and cried. After a long moment, she glanced back at the body and shook her head.
“I’m sorry…” she whispered, leaping to her feet again. She slowly walked to the door and opened it, stepping outside and
closing it behind her. She couldn’t stand to be in the same room with him for another second.
Outside, she leaned against the door and watched as the soft clouds float by. ‘It’s amazing how the world just keeps going after something like this happens’, she thought. ‘The clouds just keep rolling by as if they haven’t seen or heard anything. As if they knew nothing but themselves’. She let out a long sad sigh and slid down the door to the ground below, and there she cried again.
“Oh…” Jarod moaned in pain as he lifted himself on his elbows. That rubber bullet hurt more than he would have concluded. It
knocked him out cold, in which he didn’t plan on. ‘I’m going to have a bruise there for weeks’, he thought. He lifted his hand to his forehead and felt the area. ‘Well at least the blood part worked’, he thought happily.
See, he had switched bullet’s in Miss Parker’s gun when she was in the bathroom with the real for the rubber, which would
explore with fake blood once it hit something hard. He managed to unlock the cuffs with a pen top, hop to the other bed, quickly exchange bullets and cuff himself to the bed again before she even stepped foot in the room again. He knew she was going to kill him after hearing the conversation with her father, but couldn’t believe she would actually do it. Just the thought, cut his heart in two.
Just then, Jarod heard the cleaners’ car arriving and he quickly went back into ‘playing dead’. He took a deep breathand prayed for whatever good sense they might have… to not check for a pulse.
