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Sorry guys for the delay, I forgot all about Rep being on here. Well here is the next chap, if people annoy me, it just will remind me to post more :D
Jarod slowly, carefully turned around. There, in front of him, stood Miss Parker with her 9 mm aimed at his bare chest. She wore her own version of his gotcha grin.
Damn, he's fine! What does he do? Lift trucks for a living? Miss Parker mentally shook her head. Now was not the time to be admiring his physique, no matter how damn delicious it might be.
"Good morning Jarod." Miss Parker greeted with a somewhat bored tone.
"Miss Parker." Jarod nodded his head in response. "What brings you to Maine this fine morning?"
"Why, to cart your sorry ass back home."
"That is not my home!" Jarod said, raising his voice a little higher, letting out some of his anger.
"Of course it is Lab-rat, you've spent nearly all of your life there and now you'll be spending the rest in Hell as well." Miss Parker replied back, she was now truly bored with him. "Turn around and put your hands on your head. Fingers laced."
Jarod stood still, he was not going back there.
Miss Parker took notice of his reluctance to do as she told him, so she thought an incentive was in order. Out of her coat pocket, she pulled a silencer. After lowering her gun slightly and screwing it on, taking off the safety, she aimed the gun back at his chest.
"Don't you think I wouldn't shoot you if I had too?"
"You've never shot me before."
"Well lets keep it that way shall we? Now turn around and put your hands on your head!" Miss Parker was starting to lose her patience.
Jarod heard the whoosh of the bullet and felt the air pushed against his face, as the bullet flew by and slammed into the wall. He turned around slightly to look at the tiled wall of the kitchen. Sure enough, he hadn't imagined the bullet. The tiles had a spider web around the small bullet hole.
Jarod decided not to push her. They were both tired, he hadn't slept much because of the nightmares, and her because he knew she hadn't slept since yesterday morning.
He turned around slowly and put his hands on his head. On the bench in front of him was his steaming hot coffee. He would give anything just to have a sip.
Jarod felt the cold metal of the cuff around his right wrist. His arms were roughly pulled down as she cuffed his left wrist. Jarod slowly turned around to face his captor again.
"Please Miss Parker, I…" Jarod began, he hated to beg, but he couldn't face what would be waiting back at the Centre for him.
"No Jarod, don't. Did I not warn you the last time we meet, that I would not let you go again?"
"Please."
"No. I will not even discuss this. You belong there, not out here, your their science experiment, nothing more. You'll never be anything but their precious Lab-rat so get it through that head of yours." Miss Parker hissed cruelly, "Now sit your sorry ass down!"
"I am not their science experiment any more!" The look in Jarod’s eyes was murderous, "I am a human being. I have feelings, despite what you people may think. I don't belong in the sub-levels of the Centre, I belong out here, helping people! I belong with my family, I deserve a life," Jarod seethed,
"Can't you understand that Miss Parker? Can't you understand that I just want to be loved, that I want to be free, that I want a family? Is it to hard to comprehend that I just want to be normal, to live my own life? Don't you remember when we were children, you once said that we all deserve to be happy and loved?" The anger had dissipated and left only a heart breaking sadness
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"Jarod, are you in here?" Young Miss Parker asked as she stuck her head into his small room.
"Miss Parker?" Jarod asked as he sat up on his bed and wiped away his tears.
This didn't go unnoticed by the young girl.
"Jarod what's the matter, why were you crying?" The concern was evident in her voice.
"I wasn't, I was just..." Jarod looked up at Parker and saw the concern and love she had for him in her eyes, "I miss my family, I can't even remember what they look like! What did I do to them that was so bad, that they would send me away to live here? I can't remember who I am or who they are?"
Miss Parker hugged the crying boy.
"Shhh, it's okay."
"No its not," Jarod had said, pushing away from her, "I don't deserve your love or sympathy. I don't deserve to be happy ever!! I did something really bad to be sent here, I don't deserve anything!" Jarod yelled.
"Now Jarod, you listen to me! Everyone deserves to be happy and loved. It doesn't matter what you think you did, I will always make sure you're happy and loved."
"Thank you Miss Parker."
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"Jarod, I'm not that little girl any more. I grew up, I returned to reality. Now sit down."
The Pretender lowered his head in defeat and slowly walked over to the couch in the lounge room. Miss Parker followed and sat across from him in the chair, her gun never leaving it's target.
"Why were you crying that day? What happened to you, to make you think that you had been bad enough to be sent to the Centre?"
Jarod let out an exhausted sigh and shook his head.
"And why would you care Miss Parker?" Jarod asked sadly
He's so sad, so depressed. Miss Parker couldn't help but to notice how sad he was, but that wouldn't change anything.
"Fine! Don't tell me then."
Miss Parker didn't know if it was her tone of voice, the reverse psychology or the fact that Jarod was happy that she took an interest in him, that he answered.
Without raising his head from his chest Jarod answered, "I was working with a different doctor that day, I had worked with him on a couple of other occasions. I couldn't do the SIM he was asking of me. I could do it now if I wanted to, but for me back then, it was extremely difficult. DR Mathews got mad at me, he hit me, hard enough to send me to the ground. I was so close to tears, the only other times I had been hit was from your father, when he found us laughing together, thinking that I was doing something I shouldn't be. Having fun. And by Raines, of course, for talking back.
But not like this, it was so hard and un-called for. I stood up, not touching my face, not showing my tears and glared back at him. I told him that it was too hard, I couldn't do it. So he grabbed me by the hair and threw me across the room, yelling at me. Apparently I was a spoiled brat, and when that had no effect on me, he tried something else." Jarod closed his eyes for a moment, trying to remember the exact words.
"He had said, "No wonder your parents sent you here! I thought what you did to them was a lie, that no kid could ever do something that terrible and mean. That you were just a little kid, that you would never do it, but the way you are acting today, proves them right." He just looked down at me and shook his head, before he turned to leave he had said, "No wonder no-one loves you, you don't deserve to be loved or happy. Ever." Then he left."
Thinking back, Miss Parker had remembered seeing a slight purple on his cheek bone. Man, she hated it when people hit kids. They can't defend themselves even if they wanted to.
Miss Parker let out a yawn, glancing at her watch, she realised it was almost 4:30 am. She would have to go to bed very soon, if not now. Getting up, Miss Parker grabbed Jarod’s arm, pulling him up.
"Where are we going?" Jarod asked, trying to hide the fear in his voice, not succeeding entirely.
"Relax Franken-boy, we're just going to bed."
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Once in Jarod’s spacious room, Miss Parker looked around. How the hell was she going to secure Jarod and be able to sleep worry free?
The only thing to come to mind was for him to sleep with her.
"Get on the bed, rat-boy." Miss Parker ordered. Jarod happily obeyed.
Better than sleeping on the floor. Jarod's hands were cuffed to the cast iron head frame. Parker striped off her stockings to use them to secure Wonder-boy's legs. After Jarod was safely tied down, with no risk off escaping, (she had even went so far as to checking under the bed for anything to use to pick the locks and removing anything and everything from the bedside table) Miss Parker left to change.
She had rummaged through the few items of Jarod’s clothing and found one of his black T-shirts to wear. It hung loosely from her small frame, ending at her knees. Miss Parker couldn't help but to smell him on it. Ocean's breeze and innocence, just like he had smelt on the plane not too long ago.
Miss Parker climbed back into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin.
"May I please have some blanket?" Jarod asked softly.
He was shaking, Miss Parker wasn't sure if it was because of being cold, or scared of his fate. Miss Parker turned over and pulled the blankets from under Jarod’s body and covered him with them. Turning to face away from him, she tried to go to sleep.
Ten minutes had passed before Jarod thought it was safe enough to annoy her.
"Why do you hate me?"
Letting out a heave sigh, she answered him, "I don't hate you."
"Then why do you call me those names?"
"Because you deserve them."
"How? What did I do to you to deserve them?"
"Everything." Miss Parker was starting to get mad at him, couldn't he leave anything alone?
"I didn't do anything to you."
Raising up into a sitting position, she glared down at the pretender.
"Everything that has happened in my life is a result of you. From the smallest thing to major events, all somehow can be traced back to you!"
"Like what?"
Miss Parker just shook her head sadly and laid back down, her back facing him.
After a few minutes of silence, she thought that maybe, she might be able to get some sleep before the sun rose. Jarod obviously had another idea.
"Miss Parker."
"That's it! If you don't shut the hell up immediately I will gag you!"
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"Come now Jarod, it's time for your medical."
"I don't want to go. I hate needles."
"I don't care, I said come now boy." The man growled.
"Yes DR Mathews."
Jarod meekly got off of his bed and followed the order.
"Almost done Jarod, I just need some blood. Can I please have your arm?" The nurse asked the boy gently.
Jarod clutched his arm to his chest, shaking his head no.
"Please Jarod, I wont hurt you, I promise." She said gently, trying not to scare the boy any more than he already was.
Jarod shook his head.
"Jarod please, before the doctor comes back."
Jarod glanced at the door, but still refused to give the nurse his arm.
DR Mathews walked in, seeing Jarod clutching his arm and the nurse holding an empty syringe.
"Won't the boy allow you to take the required materials?
"No, he's scared of needles." The nurse said, trying hard to protect the terrified boy.
"Give her your arm boy."
And when Jarod had refused to do as he was told, Mathews grabbed hold of his wrist and pulled his arm, hard enough for Jarod to scream in pain. The nurse quickly and gently took the blood.
"See that wasn't so bad was it? I have a few more things I need to do, than he should be ready to leave. DR Mathews, if you would release the boys arm I can finish."
After squeezing his wrist one last time, DR Mathews let Jarod’s arm go and left the room, closing the door behind him.
"Are you alright Jarod? May I please see your arm," The nurse had said softly with love and concern in her voice.
Jarod had found his arm stretching out to the nurse without knowing it. After poking and turning it a bit, she declared that, though it would bruise, it wasn't broken and would be fine.
Assuming the nurse had finished the medical, Jarod slid off of the examining table. Before he had a chance to leave and get change, she had taken a hold of his face and turned it to the light.
"Where did you get this bruise Jarod?"
All Jarod did to answer was to look at the door DR Mathews and just walked from.
"I see, I'll be sure to tell DR Sydney of this when he returns. Jarod, one last thing. If you ever need someone to talk to, or need help, I will always be here for you. You need not fear me, even if you just need someone to comfort you ok?" She pulled Jarod into a hug and held him until the shaking in the boy's body had left.
For the first time since he had arrived, Jarod spoke, "Thank you nurse." There was so much emotion in his voice, she had tears filling her eyes.
Jarod quietly walked back to his room, he knew there would be punishment for what he did. There always was if you disobeyed DR Mathews.
As soon as the door shut behind the couple, Jarod was thrown to the ground by a backhand.
"How dare you disobey me! Especially in front of others!" Mathews growled at the frighten boy.
Jarod would not let them see fear, he stood up on his shaking legs, and glared back at him.
Jarod was punched in the face, his lip splitting. The doctor hated independent thought. Jarod was belted until he laid on the ground, in a fetal position, crying.
"Do not disobey me. Ever. Understood?"
The only answer was crying. Which earned Jarod one last kick in the back. After a whimper of pain, the crying continued.
"I'm warning you, if you don't quit that babbling, I will gag you!" Mathews threatened.
Oh he tried, god did he try. But the sounds that were coming out of him were beyond his control.
DR Mathews left the room for a minute returning with two pieces of cloth. One was stuffed into the boy's mouth and the other was used to hold it in place. Then his hands were cuffed together behind his back.
"I will return, I expect you to have quit that whining and be ready for a SIM." With that Mathews left the terrified boy alone in the dark.
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Miss Parker turned to Jarod who had started to shake again and was whimpering. She sat up slowly and glanced into his eyes, they were sparkling with unshed tears.
"Jarod?" Miss Parker asked softly yet with a distance in her tone. Miss Parker would not allow Jarod to see how much his behaviour was scaring her. She placed a hand on his face only to have him jerk away.
"I'll be-be quite, no more whining." With that, he turned his head and squeezed his eyes shut tight.
As long as he is quiet, I might as well get some sleep.
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The sun was just rising when Jarod woke up. He felt a warm weight across his chest and waist. He tried to sit up but found he was restrained. That's when Jarod remembered what happened earlier this morning.
Lifting his head off of the pillow, he glanced down to see Miss Parker's head laying on his chest with her arm wrapped lightly across his stomach. Not wanting to wake her, Jarod laid his head back down and fell back to sleep with a smile upon his lips.
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Miss Parker woke to movement. Glancing over, she saw Jarod violently tossing around. Sitting up, Parker glanced down at the troubled man. Jarod was having one hell of a nightmare. The pretender's face was slick with sweat, he had tears making rivers on his checks, his brow wrinkled with pain.
Jarod was whimpering one second, mumbling something the next. Without warning Jarod's eyes flew open, revealing the utter terror and panic he felt, as he screamed out Parker's name.
The frighten man tried to sit up, and was confused when he couldn't. His eye's darted around the room, desperately trying to work out where he was, why he was tied down, and who, if anyone, was with him. Jarod's wide eye's only grew wider, when he noticed Parker sitting next to him. It took the pretender a second, but he finally, with some relief, remembered what was going on.
"Are you quite done yet?" Miss Parker asked without feeling.
Jarod frowned in anger. Maybe she was right, maybe the little girl he feel in love with didn't exist any more.
"Well?" Miss Parker asked impatiently.
Jarod just turned his head away, trying desperately to get the images out of his head. But they stayed, they persisted on haunting him, even though he was awake.
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It was 08:30 by the time Miss Parker emerged from the bathroom. She had no choice but to wear her suit from yesterday, either that or wear Jarod's clothing and that was out of the question.
She donned a pair of black, lace up, shin high, stiletto boots, a black skirt that fell to just above her knees, the rest of her legs covered in tanned stockings that were previously used to bind Jarod’s legs. Miss Parker's red, silk shirt, laced up at the front in the same style as the boots. Finishing with her black fitted jacket, that was left open, sitting just below her hips.
Walking over to Jarod, she had a little look-see. Her eyes running up and down his well built body.
"What do you want Parker?" Jarod interrupted her perving session. His voice held venom and hatred, Miss Parker even picked up on the small amount of sadness.
"To get going. I inspected the bathroom while I was in there. I have taken out anything you could use to escape. If you wish, you now may have a shower."
Looking at Miss Parker, all re-freshed, than the bathroom door, he made his mind up. One hand held his sticky, hot, dirty body, the other held his clean, fresh, relaxed body. It wasn't a hard decision.
"Please." Was all the answer Parker got.
Leaning over Jarod's head, she removed the cuffs.
I wonder if she did that on purpose. An eye for an eye. Elle Macpherson, I gather.
While leaning over, Miss Parker had given Jarod an eye full, he saw right down her shirt. Standing back up, Jarod sighed sadly, he was enjoying the show.
"Go and be quick, in 10 minutes, if your not out, I'm coming in."
Jarod slowly sat up and stretched. He could see the warm, moist steam still exiting the small room. The smell of his body-wash, the warmth from Parker's shower, the relaxation from the water, all beckoned him to enter and indulge.
Damn, he's fine! What does he do? Lift trucks for a living? Miss Parker mentally shook her head. Now was not the time to be admiring his physique, no matter how damn delicious it might be.
"Good morning Jarod." Miss Parker greeted with a somewhat bored tone.
"Miss Parker." Jarod nodded his head in response. "What brings you to Maine this fine morning?"
"Why, to cart your sorry ass back home."
"That is not my home!" Jarod said, raising his voice a little higher, letting out some of his anger.
"Of course it is Lab-rat, you've spent nearly all of your life there and now you'll be spending the rest in Hell as well." Miss Parker replied back, she was now truly bored with him. "Turn around and put your hands on your head. Fingers laced."
Jarod stood still, he was not going back there.
Miss Parker took notice of his reluctance to do as she told him, so she thought an incentive was in order. Out of her coat pocket, she pulled a silencer. After lowering her gun slightly and screwing it on, taking off the safety, she aimed the gun back at his chest.
"Don't you think I wouldn't shoot you if I had too?"
"You've never shot me before."
"Well lets keep it that way shall we? Now turn around and put your hands on your head!" Miss Parker was starting to lose her patience.
Jarod heard the whoosh of the bullet and felt the air pushed against his face, as the bullet flew by and slammed into the wall. He turned around slightly to look at the tiled wall of the kitchen. Sure enough, he hadn't imagined the bullet. The tiles had a spider web around the small bullet hole.
Jarod decided not to push her. They were both tired, he hadn't slept much because of the nightmares, and her because he knew she hadn't slept since yesterday morning.
He turned around slowly and put his hands on his head. On the bench in front of him was his steaming hot coffee. He would give anything just to have a sip.
Jarod felt the cold metal of the cuff around his right wrist. His arms were roughly pulled down as she cuffed his left wrist. Jarod slowly turned around to face his captor again.
"Please Miss Parker, I…" Jarod began, he hated to beg, but he couldn't face what would be waiting back at the Centre for him.
"No Jarod, don't. Did I not warn you the last time we meet, that I would not let you go again?"
"Please."
"No. I will not even discuss this. You belong there, not out here, your their science experiment, nothing more. You'll never be anything but their precious Lab-rat so get it through that head of yours." Miss Parker hissed cruelly, "Now sit your sorry ass down!"
"I am not their science experiment any more!" The look in Jarod’s eyes was murderous, "I am a human being. I have feelings, despite what you people may think. I don't belong in the sub-levels of the Centre, I belong out here, helping people! I belong with my family, I deserve a life," Jarod seethed,
"Can't you understand that Miss Parker? Can't you understand that I just want to be loved, that I want to be free, that I want a family? Is it to hard to comprehend that I just want to be normal, to live my own life? Don't you remember when we were children, you once said that we all deserve to be happy and loved?" The anger had dissipated and left only a heart breaking sadness
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"Jarod, are you in here?" Young Miss Parker asked as she stuck her head into his small room.
"Miss Parker?" Jarod asked as he sat up on his bed and wiped away his tears.
This didn't go unnoticed by the young girl.
"Jarod what's the matter, why were you crying?" The concern was evident in her voice.
"I wasn't, I was just..." Jarod looked up at Parker and saw the concern and love she had for him in her eyes, "I miss my family, I can't even remember what they look like! What did I do to them that was so bad, that they would send me away to live here? I can't remember who I am or who they are?"
Miss Parker hugged the crying boy.
"Shhh, it's okay."
"No its not," Jarod had said, pushing away from her, "I don't deserve your love or sympathy. I don't deserve to be happy ever!! I did something really bad to be sent here, I don't deserve anything!" Jarod yelled.
"Now Jarod, you listen to me! Everyone deserves to be happy and loved. It doesn't matter what you think you did, I will always make sure you're happy and loved."
"Thank you Miss Parker."
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"Jarod, I'm not that little girl any more. I grew up, I returned to reality. Now sit down."
The Pretender lowered his head in defeat and slowly walked over to the couch in the lounge room. Miss Parker followed and sat across from him in the chair, her gun never leaving it's target.
"Why were you crying that day? What happened to you, to make you think that you had been bad enough to be sent to the Centre?"
Jarod let out an exhausted sigh and shook his head.
"And why would you care Miss Parker?" Jarod asked sadly
He's so sad, so depressed. Miss Parker couldn't help but to notice how sad he was, but that wouldn't change anything.
"Fine! Don't tell me then."
Miss Parker didn't know if it was her tone of voice, the reverse psychology or the fact that Jarod was happy that she took an interest in him, that he answered.
Without raising his head from his chest Jarod answered, "I was working with a different doctor that day, I had worked with him on a couple of other occasions. I couldn't do the SIM he was asking of me. I could do it now if I wanted to, but for me back then, it was extremely difficult. DR Mathews got mad at me, he hit me, hard enough to send me to the ground. I was so close to tears, the only other times I had been hit was from your father, when he found us laughing together, thinking that I was doing something I shouldn't be. Having fun. And by Raines, of course, for talking back.
But not like this, it was so hard and un-called for. I stood up, not touching my face, not showing my tears and glared back at him. I told him that it was too hard, I couldn't do it. So he grabbed me by the hair and threw me across the room, yelling at me. Apparently I was a spoiled brat, and when that had no effect on me, he tried something else." Jarod closed his eyes for a moment, trying to remember the exact words.
"He had said, "No wonder your parents sent you here! I thought what you did to them was a lie, that no kid could ever do something that terrible and mean. That you were just a little kid, that you would never do it, but the way you are acting today, proves them right." He just looked down at me and shook his head, before he turned to leave he had said, "No wonder no-one loves you, you don't deserve to be loved or happy. Ever." Then he left."
Thinking back, Miss Parker had remembered seeing a slight purple on his cheek bone. Man, she hated it when people hit kids. They can't defend themselves even if they wanted to.
Miss Parker let out a yawn, glancing at her watch, she realised it was almost 4:30 am. She would have to go to bed very soon, if not now. Getting up, Miss Parker grabbed Jarod’s arm, pulling him up.
"Where are we going?" Jarod asked, trying to hide the fear in his voice, not succeeding entirely.
"Relax Franken-boy, we're just going to bed."
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Once in Jarod’s spacious room, Miss Parker looked around. How the hell was she going to secure Jarod and be able to sleep worry free?
The only thing to come to mind was for him to sleep with her.
"Get on the bed, rat-boy." Miss Parker ordered. Jarod happily obeyed.
Better than sleeping on the floor. Jarod's hands were cuffed to the cast iron head frame. Parker striped off her stockings to use them to secure Wonder-boy's legs. After Jarod was safely tied down, with no risk off escaping, (she had even went so far as to checking under the bed for anything to use to pick the locks and removing anything and everything from the bedside table) Miss Parker left to change.
She had rummaged through the few items of Jarod’s clothing and found one of his black T-shirts to wear. It hung loosely from her small frame, ending at her knees. Miss Parker couldn't help but to smell him on it. Ocean's breeze and innocence, just like he had smelt on the plane not too long ago.
Miss Parker climbed back into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin.
"May I please have some blanket?" Jarod asked softly.
He was shaking, Miss Parker wasn't sure if it was because of being cold, or scared of his fate. Miss Parker turned over and pulled the blankets from under Jarod’s body and covered him with them. Turning to face away from him, she tried to go to sleep.
Ten minutes had passed before Jarod thought it was safe enough to annoy her.
"Why do you hate me?"
Letting out a heave sigh, she answered him, "I don't hate you."
"Then why do you call me those names?"
"Because you deserve them."
"How? What did I do to you to deserve them?"
"Everything." Miss Parker was starting to get mad at him, couldn't he leave anything alone?
"I didn't do anything to you."
Raising up into a sitting position, she glared down at the pretender.
"Everything that has happened in my life is a result of you. From the smallest thing to major events, all somehow can be traced back to you!"
"Like what?"
Miss Parker just shook her head sadly and laid back down, her back facing him.
After a few minutes of silence, she thought that maybe, she might be able to get some sleep before the sun rose. Jarod obviously had another idea.
"Miss Parker."
"That's it! If you don't shut the hell up immediately I will gag you!"
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"Come now Jarod, it's time for your medical."
"I don't want to go. I hate needles."
"I don't care, I said come now boy." The man growled.
"Yes DR Mathews."
Jarod meekly got off of his bed and followed the order.
"Almost done Jarod, I just need some blood. Can I please have your arm?" The nurse asked the boy gently.
Jarod clutched his arm to his chest, shaking his head no.
"Please Jarod, I wont hurt you, I promise." She said gently, trying not to scare the boy any more than he already was.
Jarod shook his head.
"Jarod please, before the doctor comes back."
Jarod glanced at the door, but still refused to give the nurse his arm.
DR Mathews walked in, seeing Jarod clutching his arm and the nurse holding an empty syringe.
"Won't the boy allow you to take the required materials?
"No, he's scared of needles." The nurse said, trying hard to protect the terrified boy.
"Give her your arm boy."
And when Jarod had refused to do as he was told, Mathews grabbed hold of his wrist and pulled his arm, hard enough for Jarod to scream in pain. The nurse quickly and gently took the blood.
"See that wasn't so bad was it? I have a few more things I need to do, than he should be ready to leave. DR Mathews, if you would release the boys arm I can finish."
After squeezing his wrist one last time, DR Mathews let Jarod’s arm go and left the room, closing the door behind him.
"Are you alright Jarod? May I please see your arm," The nurse had said softly with love and concern in her voice.
Jarod had found his arm stretching out to the nurse without knowing it. After poking and turning it a bit, she declared that, though it would bruise, it wasn't broken and would be fine.
Assuming the nurse had finished the medical, Jarod slid off of the examining table. Before he had a chance to leave and get change, she had taken a hold of his face and turned it to the light.
"Where did you get this bruise Jarod?"
All Jarod did to answer was to look at the door DR Mathews and just walked from.
"I see, I'll be sure to tell DR Sydney of this when he returns. Jarod, one last thing. If you ever need someone to talk to, or need help, I will always be here for you. You need not fear me, even if you just need someone to comfort you ok?" She pulled Jarod into a hug and held him until the shaking in the boy's body had left.
For the first time since he had arrived, Jarod spoke, "Thank you nurse." There was so much emotion in his voice, she had tears filling her eyes.
Jarod quietly walked back to his room, he knew there would be punishment for what he did. There always was if you disobeyed DR Mathews.
As soon as the door shut behind the couple, Jarod was thrown to the ground by a backhand.
"How dare you disobey me! Especially in front of others!" Mathews growled at the frighten boy.
Jarod would not let them see fear, he stood up on his shaking legs, and glared back at him.
Jarod was punched in the face, his lip splitting. The doctor hated independent thought. Jarod was belted until he laid on the ground, in a fetal position, crying.
"Do not disobey me. Ever. Understood?"
The only answer was crying. Which earned Jarod one last kick in the back. After a whimper of pain, the crying continued.
"I'm warning you, if you don't quit that babbling, I will gag you!" Mathews threatened.
Oh he tried, god did he try. But the sounds that were coming out of him were beyond his control.
DR Mathews left the room for a minute returning with two pieces of cloth. One was stuffed into the boy's mouth and the other was used to hold it in place. Then his hands were cuffed together behind his back.
"I will return, I expect you to have quit that whining and be ready for a SIM." With that Mathews left the terrified boy alone in the dark.
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Miss Parker turned to Jarod who had started to shake again and was whimpering. She sat up slowly and glanced into his eyes, they were sparkling with unshed tears.
"Jarod?" Miss Parker asked softly yet with a distance in her tone. Miss Parker would not allow Jarod to see how much his behaviour was scaring her. She placed a hand on his face only to have him jerk away.
"I'll be-be quite, no more whining." With that, he turned his head and squeezed his eyes shut tight.
As long as he is quiet, I might as well get some sleep.
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The sun was just rising when Jarod woke up. He felt a warm weight across his chest and waist. He tried to sit up but found he was restrained. That's when Jarod remembered what happened earlier this morning.
Lifting his head off of the pillow, he glanced down to see Miss Parker's head laying on his chest with her arm wrapped lightly across his stomach. Not wanting to wake her, Jarod laid his head back down and fell back to sleep with a smile upon his lips.
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Miss Parker woke to movement. Glancing over, she saw Jarod violently tossing around. Sitting up, Parker glanced down at the troubled man. Jarod was having one hell of a nightmare. The pretender's face was slick with sweat, he had tears making rivers on his checks, his brow wrinkled with pain.
Jarod was whimpering one second, mumbling something the next. Without warning Jarod's eyes flew open, revealing the utter terror and panic he felt, as he screamed out Parker's name.
The frighten man tried to sit up, and was confused when he couldn't. His eye's darted around the room, desperately trying to work out where he was, why he was tied down, and who, if anyone, was with him. Jarod's wide eye's only grew wider, when he noticed Parker sitting next to him. It took the pretender a second, but he finally, with some relief, remembered what was going on.
"Are you quite done yet?" Miss Parker asked without feeling.
Jarod frowned in anger. Maybe she was right, maybe the little girl he feel in love with didn't exist any more.
"Well?" Miss Parker asked impatiently.
Jarod just turned his head away, trying desperately to get the images out of his head. But they stayed, they persisted on haunting him, even though he was awake.
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It was 08:30 by the time Miss Parker emerged from the bathroom. She had no choice but to wear her suit from yesterday, either that or wear Jarod's clothing and that was out of the question.
She donned a pair of black, lace up, shin high, stiletto boots, a black skirt that fell to just above her knees, the rest of her legs covered in tanned stockings that were previously used to bind Jarod’s legs. Miss Parker's red, silk shirt, laced up at the front in the same style as the boots. Finishing with her black fitted jacket, that was left open, sitting just below her hips.
Walking over to Jarod, she had a little look-see. Her eyes running up and down his well built body.
"What do you want Parker?" Jarod interrupted her perving session. His voice held venom and hatred, Miss Parker even picked up on the small amount of sadness.
"To get going. I inspected the bathroom while I was in there. I have taken out anything you could use to escape. If you wish, you now may have a shower."
Looking at Miss Parker, all re-freshed, than the bathroom door, he made his mind up. One hand held his sticky, hot, dirty body, the other held his clean, fresh, relaxed body. It wasn't a hard decision.
"Please." Was all the answer Parker got.
Leaning over Jarod's head, she removed the cuffs.
I wonder if she did that on purpose. An eye for an eye. Elle Macpherson, I gather.
While leaning over, Miss Parker had given Jarod an eye full, he saw right down her shirt. Standing back up, Jarod sighed sadly, he was enjoying the show.
"Go and be quick, in 10 minutes, if your not out, I'm coming in."
Jarod slowly sat up and stretched. He could see the warm, moist steam still exiting the small room. The smell of his body-wash, the warmth from Parker's shower, the relaxation from the water, all beckoned him to enter and indulge.
