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Authors note: This is co-written by Jaccione and Onisius. Sorry for the beyond long delay, I don’t even have any excuses to offer other then I was to caught up in writing to edit and post. Sorry again.
Chapter three…
He screamed in shock as much as pain as the bullet ripped into his leg. Some sound escaped around the gag, but not much.
The cry brought Miss Parker back to reality. She looked at the gun still smoking in her hands to the blood seeping out of his wounded leg, to the tears that come to his eyes.
He looked at her in complete shock. He couldn’t believe it. He knew he had gone too far, but she shot him!
She had shot him. She had never hit him before. And in rage. She backed up slightly, her face paling. She had shot him.
The tears started to fall, more from the realisation of what he had done, what she had done, than from the pain. He was breathing heavily and his leg was burning. He moved his head towards his shackled hands and started to pull the gag out.
Looking at the gun, then back to the shocked man, she shook her head slightly before dropping the gun.
He had to stop the bleeding. The wound was not life threatening, but the blood loss could be dangerous.
Miss Parker stared wide eyed at the bleeding man struggling to pull the gag out of his mouth. She took another step back.
Finally the gag was out and he pleaded with her.
"I’m. I’m s-sorry.” She whispered as she fought back the tears.
"Miss Parker please... the cuffs... I need to stop the bleeding.” He rattled his chained hands. "I swear I won’t try to run."
Miss Parker shook her head again and whispered an apology. She didn’t even her his plea.
"Please.” He could tell she was in shock. He contorted on the bed again, trying to bring his leg up so he could apply some pressure to it.
"I’m s-sorry.” She whispered again.
The adrenalin was pumping now and he barely felt the pain, but the bleeding wasn’t stopping. "Parker! The cuffs!"
She took one more step back before hitting the door and falling to the ground. Bringing her hands over her ears, burying her head into her knees which were pushed against her chest. “I’m sorry... I’m sorry… I shot you I’m sorry." The yelling and screaming, the cruel words even she hadn’t meant to say, the sound of the bullet tearing through his flesh kept replaying. Never had she actually shot him. Never.
Jarod wanted to scream in frustration. Ignoring her, he ripped a pillowcase and tried to attach a tourniquet but he couldn’t shift himself to the right angle to get enough pressure.
She was deathly pale by now, shaking as well.
He could feel the effects of the adrenaline wearing off as the pain really started to kick in.
She had never shot him before. She had shot at him but always aimed slightly off so she would not harm him. She had shot him. In cold blood so to say, she shot him in anger. How would he ever forgiver her?
Jarod thought to himself what a fool he was. It always seemed that it came back to the same thing. Him accusing her of being like her father, wishing she was more like her mother. But he knew he had gone too far this time.
Looking at her now, he felt ashamed.
"I’m sorry.” She muttered again.
He hung his head and slump back down on the bed. The bleeding had slowed somewhat and it was wisest to try and limit his movements.
Miss Parker sat on the ground shaking. She had shot him. What had she done?
He heard her saying something but couldn’t make out the words.
"I’m sorry... I’m sorry. I shot you. I’m sorry. Jarod I’m sorry.” She cried softly. He would never forgive her. What had she done?
"Miss Parker, please.” He tried one more time. "It wasn’t your fault. I need help. I shouldn’t have said that. I have no right to judge you, but please, I need your help."
His pleas were slowly getting through to her. The shaking softened some what, and she removed her hands from her ears but didn’t not stop apologising. "I’m sorry."
"It's alright, please, just come over here. If you don’t want to unlock me, that’s fine, but I have to apply pressure to this wound. Please, I need you."
Something seemed to get through to her shaken from. "You need me?” She asked softly, looking up through red puffy eyes. He had never said that before.
"Yes, I need you now. I need you to help me. I need you to go to the bathroom and get some towels. Soak one of them and then bring them to me on the bed. That’s a good girl. Can you do that for me? Everything is going to be fine."
Miss Parker slowly nodded. Jarod had said he had needed her, needed her help. He had never before admitted that, at least not to her. Getting up, swaying slightly, she went to the bathroom and did as she was told. Bringing out a wet towel, and a few dry ones, she placed them on the bed next to the bleeding man and backed up. Seeing her gun she slowly picked it up and held it in her hand.
He froze as she picked up the gun. "No we don’t need that right now, maybe later. I need you to undo my jeans and pull them down." In another situation this would be everything he could have ever dreamt of. "Then get that wet towel and clean around the wound."
Miss Parker didn’t budge, she just stared at the gun, still warm in her hand. She had shot people dead before without blinking, but never Jarod. Some where deep inside her, she knew Jarod was still her friend and it disgusted her that she had shot him in rage.
He watched as she held the gun, it would be so much easier if she just un-cuffed him but he didn’t want to push his luck. "Parker."
Looking up when she heard her name, she looked at Jarod expecting him to yell at her. When nothing more come out of his mouth she looked back at the gun, a frown on her face.
"Parker, put that down, and come here, please. I cant do this by myself."
She stared at the gun a moment longer. Jarod’s pleas had started to sound desperate, slowly placing the gun on the food cart, she went to the wounded man and unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. Grabbing the wet towel she started to wipe the blood away roughly.
He closed his eyes in relief. "Thank you. Now take a clean one and put it on there and press down hard, that’s a good girl, you are doing fine."
Miss Parker followed his instructions. It wasn’t like she didn’t know how to treat a bullet wound, but her brain wasn’t working in the same way it normally was. She pressed down on the bleeding wound, pushing with all her weight behind her onto it.
Jarod grimaced and bit back the cry. He could feel the bullet still in there, but Parker was in no shape to take it out. But at least the blood had stopped flowing. He wasn’t sure if he should press her, but he figured it couldn’t get much worse than it already was. "Parker, that’s good. Thank you. But I need you to un-cuffed me please. I need to get the bullet out."
That seemed to snap Parker back to reality. Letting the towel go, she grabbed a clean one and ripped it in half. Wrapping half around the wound and the other half to tie it tightly around the coverage, sealing the wound with the dry towels and stopping all blood flow.
He saw her snap back to reality and felt the pressure on his leg as she tightened the towel. "Parker?"
"What!” She snapped.
He jangled his wrists again, in front of her, "Please." But he knew it was too late.
"No! I’m sorry I shot you.” She said softer as she moved to get her gun from the cart and hold on to it tightly.
"They are not necessary. I am not going anywhere like this. I couldn’t even make it off the bed."
"Don’t push your luck Jarod."
He stopped his reply before he got himself in more trouble. "Not as sorry as I am.” He mumbled under his breath.
Bringing her gun up to his chest, she loaded another bullet into the barrel. "Careful Jarod, I heard that."
His confidence evaporated. He had always believed that she didn’t have it in her to shoot him. But after that graphic and painful demonstration, he had to revise his game plan.
"Jarod?" Miss Parker asked as she lowered her gun and put the safety back on.
"What?” He snapped at her. The pain making him act foolishly.
"Forget it!” She snapped back. She went to go around the end to re-tie his legs, grabbing hold of the pantyhose.
"No, please."
"Lay down!” She ordered.
"Please don’t do that. I am sorry. I didn't mean it. I can't go anywhere like this. It’s not necessary."
Hearing Jarod plea hit at her heart. She had made him plead with her for not only his safety but so that he wouldn’t hurt any more. "Jarod?” She asked again.
"Yes?” He asked in a subdued tone.
“Why do you always have to bring my mother into it and insult her memory?” She asked softly coming around to sit on the bed beside him, the gun resting on her lap.
"How can I not. You have just shot me and have me chained to a bed. She would be appalled." Jarod knew that he should leave this alone, but he just could not keep his mouth shut. "And it is you who insult her memory,” He said in a low voice.
Standing from the bed, her movements were slow and predatory like. She held the gun to his chest, and glared fire at him.
Jarod shrank back under the glare. He knew he had said too much now.
She didn’t trust herself to speak, she would snap and kill him if she did.
"Parker...” He began.
She couldn’t force herself to pull the trigger, nor to look away. She was so furious! But her anger got the better of her, and she harshly backhanded him with the gun.
Jarod's head snapped, bouncing against the bed head, his lip bleeding. He looked at her and realised just how much he had hurt her by what he had said. "Parker, I... I didn't mean that.” He tried to apologise through a rapidly swelling lip. He knew that he was in deep trouble now.
Her hands trembled with her rage and she holstered her gun and went to the foot of the bed, grabbing one ankle she managed to get it tied before going after his other foot.
But the pain in his leg, and the fear of being returned to the Centre was making him angry as well. He kicked out against her. "No!" But the action sent a shooting pain from his gunshot wound. "How can you do this to me!” He yelled at her.
She ignored him, as she always did when she didn’t want to discuss the matter and finally managed to tie his other foot down, making sure he was pulled taut and the bindings were as tight as she could make them.
Jarod lay there, the pain throbbing in his leg, he struggled against the pantyhose, but he could not budge them. "She would hate to think that you were doing Raines' dirty work for him,” He spat out at her.
"Ohhh no...” She growled, her voice sound like that of an angry and hungry tiger, she stalked closer to him, climbing onto the bed and straddling his waist. "Now I'm doing MY dirty work. I should have brought you in long ago, instead of making it easy for you. But you're at my mercy now, and you will pay."
"Easy?” He scoffed. "You have got to be kidding me! Are you just going to let me bleed to death?” He finally asked, truly afraid now. He needed to calm her down.
"Your wound has been tied correctly. The only way you'll bleed to death is by your other wounds.” She hissed darkly.
Jarod struggled against his bindings "What other wounds?” He asked suspiciously. Getting more and more nervous by the second. He did not like the way she was looking at him.
"What? Are you admitting that your little 'adventure' was not easy?” She reached over to the floor where the hunting knife still lay.
He snarled at her, trying to shift her weight off him. "You people have made my life impossible."
Bringing it over to his chest, she sliced through his shirt, cutting a thin line down his chest. "Those wounds."
He closed his eyes as the knife bit into his chest. He could tell it was not a deep wound, just a stinging cut. He stilled his movements and drew in a long breath. "Please don’t do this Parker. This is not you... this is more like..." But he stopped himself before he pissed her off even more.
"More like what?” She asked angrily as she placed the knife on a fresh part of his chest.
He shook his head and hissed in a breath as she placed the knife on his chest again. "Please,” He whispered.
"More like what!” She growled loudly as she dig the tip in deeper.
He grimaced as she dug the tip in. "I'm sorry Parker.” He tried to appeal to her. "I never should have said what I said."
"No you shouldn’t. You are to leave my mother out of it. She’s dead. Gone. Don’t bring her up. She is MY mother, and mine alone. You have no right to talk about her!” She yelled, her hurt showing through despite her efforts.
Jarod could see how he had hurt her, and he had never wanted that. But he was glad that she had let the last statement go. He relaxed slightly, hoping that now she would get off him. "Yes, you are right."
"Damn straight I am!"
He nodded, his eyes not leaving the knife. "Please Parker."
She lifted it from the bleeding hole she had been working on and twirled it expertly in her hand. Just like she had seen Kyle do one time.
Jarod sucked in a breath as he was reminded of his brother, watching her twirl the knife like that. Resentment flowered in his chest over what these people had cost him. "Get off me,” He huffed at her.
"And are you going to make me rat?” She purred leaning in close to his face, running the knife down his cheek.
He turned his head away from the knife. How could she do this to him? What happened to his friend? How could she be so cruel? She was no better than her brother. "Don’t call me that."
"I thought we went over this when we first arrived. You are a rat. And soon will be MY rat."
"You are just as bad as Lyle,” He spat out at her. “I guess it runs in the family." Instantly regretting it.
Authors note: This is co-written by Jaccione and Onisius. Sorry for the beyond long delay, I don’t even have any excuses to offer other then I was to caught up in writing to edit and post. Sorry again.
Chapter three…
He screamed in shock as much as pain as the bullet ripped into his leg. Some sound escaped around the gag, but not much.
The cry brought Miss Parker back to reality. She looked at the gun still smoking in her hands to the blood seeping out of his wounded leg, to the tears that come to his eyes.
He looked at her in complete shock. He couldn’t believe it. He knew he had gone too far, but she shot him!
She had shot him. She had never hit him before. And in rage. She backed up slightly, her face paling. She had shot him.
The tears started to fall, more from the realisation of what he had done, what she had done, than from the pain. He was breathing heavily and his leg was burning. He moved his head towards his shackled hands and started to pull the gag out.
Looking at the gun, then back to the shocked man, she shook her head slightly before dropping the gun.
He had to stop the bleeding. The wound was not life threatening, but the blood loss could be dangerous.
Miss Parker stared wide eyed at the bleeding man struggling to pull the gag out of his mouth. She took another step back.
Finally the gag was out and he pleaded with her.
"I’m. I’m s-sorry.” She whispered as she fought back the tears.
"Miss Parker please... the cuffs... I need to stop the bleeding.” He rattled his chained hands. "I swear I won’t try to run."
Miss Parker shook her head again and whispered an apology. She didn’t even her his plea.
"Please.” He could tell she was in shock. He contorted on the bed again, trying to bring his leg up so he could apply some pressure to it.
"I’m s-sorry.” She whispered again.
The adrenalin was pumping now and he barely felt the pain, but the bleeding wasn’t stopping. "Parker! The cuffs!"
She took one more step back before hitting the door and falling to the ground. Bringing her hands over her ears, burying her head into her knees which were pushed against her chest. “I’m sorry... I’m sorry… I shot you I’m sorry." The yelling and screaming, the cruel words even she hadn’t meant to say, the sound of the bullet tearing through his flesh kept replaying. Never had she actually shot him. Never.
Jarod wanted to scream in frustration. Ignoring her, he ripped a pillowcase and tried to attach a tourniquet but he couldn’t shift himself to the right angle to get enough pressure.
She was deathly pale by now, shaking as well.
He could feel the effects of the adrenaline wearing off as the pain really started to kick in.
She had never shot him before. She had shot at him but always aimed slightly off so she would not harm him. She had shot him. In cold blood so to say, she shot him in anger. How would he ever forgiver her?
Jarod thought to himself what a fool he was. It always seemed that it came back to the same thing. Him accusing her of being like her father, wishing she was more like her mother. But he knew he had gone too far this time.
Looking at her now, he felt ashamed.
"I’m sorry.” She muttered again.
He hung his head and slump back down on the bed. The bleeding had slowed somewhat and it was wisest to try and limit his movements.
Miss Parker sat on the ground shaking. She had shot him. What had she done?
He heard her saying something but couldn’t make out the words.
"I’m sorry... I’m sorry. I shot you. I’m sorry. Jarod I’m sorry.” She cried softly. He would never forgive her. What had she done?
"Miss Parker, please.” He tried one more time. "It wasn’t your fault. I need help. I shouldn’t have said that. I have no right to judge you, but please, I need your help."
His pleas were slowly getting through to her. The shaking softened some what, and she removed her hands from her ears but didn’t not stop apologising. "I’m sorry."
"It's alright, please, just come over here. If you don’t want to unlock me, that’s fine, but I have to apply pressure to this wound. Please, I need you."
Something seemed to get through to her shaken from. "You need me?” She asked softly, looking up through red puffy eyes. He had never said that before.
"Yes, I need you now. I need you to help me. I need you to go to the bathroom and get some towels. Soak one of them and then bring them to me on the bed. That’s a good girl. Can you do that for me? Everything is going to be fine."
Miss Parker slowly nodded. Jarod had said he had needed her, needed her help. He had never before admitted that, at least not to her. Getting up, swaying slightly, she went to the bathroom and did as she was told. Bringing out a wet towel, and a few dry ones, she placed them on the bed next to the bleeding man and backed up. Seeing her gun she slowly picked it up and held it in her hand.
He froze as she picked up the gun. "No we don’t need that right now, maybe later. I need you to undo my jeans and pull them down." In another situation this would be everything he could have ever dreamt of. "Then get that wet towel and clean around the wound."
Miss Parker didn’t budge, she just stared at the gun, still warm in her hand. She had shot people dead before without blinking, but never Jarod. Some where deep inside her, she knew Jarod was still her friend and it disgusted her that she had shot him in rage.
He watched as she held the gun, it would be so much easier if she just un-cuffed him but he didn’t want to push his luck. "Parker."
Looking up when she heard her name, she looked at Jarod expecting him to yell at her. When nothing more come out of his mouth she looked back at the gun, a frown on her face.
"Parker, put that down, and come here, please. I cant do this by myself."
She stared at the gun a moment longer. Jarod’s pleas had started to sound desperate, slowly placing the gun on the food cart, she went to the wounded man and unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. Grabbing the wet towel she started to wipe the blood away roughly.
He closed his eyes in relief. "Thank you. Now take a clean one and put it on there and press down hard, that’s a good girl, you are doing fine."
Miss Parker followed his instructions. It wasn’t like she didn’t know how to treat a bullet wound, but her brain wasn’t working in the same way it normally was. She pressed down on the bleeding wound, pushing with all her weight behind her onto it.
Jarod grimaced and bit back the cry. He could feel the bullet still in there, but Parker was in no shape to take it out. But at least the blood had stopped flowing. He wasn’t sure if he should press her, but he figured it couldn’t get much worse than it already was. "Parker, that’s good. Thank you. But I need you to un-cuffed me please. I need to get the bullet out."
That seemed to snap Parker back to reality. Letting the towel go, she grabbed a clean one and ripped it in half. Wrapping half around the wound and the other half to tie it tightly around the coverage, sealing the wound with the dry towels and stopping all blood flow.
He saw her snap back to reality and felt the pressure on his leg as she tightened the towel. "Parker?"
"What!” She snapped.
He jangled his wrists again, in front of her, "Please." But he knew it was too late.
"No! I’m sorry I shot you.” She said softer as she moved to get her gun from the cart and hold on to it tightly.
"They are not necessary. I am not going anywhere like this. I couldn’t even make it off the bed."
"Don’t push your luck Jarod."
He stopped his reply before he got himself in more trouble. "Not as sorry as I am.” He mumbled under his breath.
Bringing her gun up to his chest, she loaded another bullet into the barrel. "Careful Jarod, I heard that."
His confidence evaporated. He had always believed that she didn’t have it in her to shoot him. But after that graphic and painful demonstration, he had to revise his game plan.
"Jarod?" Miss Parker asked as she lowered her gun and put the safety back on.
"What?” He snapped at her. The pain making him act foolishly.
"Forget it!” She snapped back. She went to go around the end to re-tie his legs, grabbing hold of the pantyhose.
"No, please."
"Lay down!” She ordered.
"Please don’t do that. I am sorry. I didn't mean it. I can't go anywhere like this. It’s not necessary."
Hearing Jarod plea hit at her heart. She had made him plead with her for not only his safety but so that he wouldn’t hurt any more. "Jarod?” She asked again.
"Yes?” He asked in a subdued tone.
“Why do you always have to bring my mother into it and insult her memory?” She asked softly coming around to sit on the bed beside him, the gun resting on her lap.
"How can I not. You have just shot me and have me chained to a bed. She would be appalled." Jarod knew that he should leave this alone, but he just could not keep his mouth shut. "And it is you who insult her memory,” He said in a low voice.
Standing from the bed, her movements were slow and predatory like. She held the gun to his chest, and glared fire at him.
Jarod shrank back under the glare. He knew he had said too much now.
She didn’t trust herself to speak, she would snap and kill him if she did.
"Parker...” He began.
She couldn’t force herself to pull the trigger, nor to look away. She was so furious! But her anger got the better of her, and she harshly backhanded him with the gun.
Jarod's head snapped, bouncing against the bed head, his lip bleeding. He looked at her and realised just how much he had hurt her by what he had said. "Parker, I... I didn't mean that.” He tried to apologise through a rapidly swelling lip. He knew that he was in deep trouble now.
Her hands trembled with her rage and she holstered her gun and went to the foot of the bed, grabbing one ankle she managed to get it tied before going after his other foot.
But the pain in his leg, and the fear of being returned to the Centre was making him angry as well. He kicked out against her. "No!" But the action sent a shooting pain from his gunshot wound. "How can you do this to me!” He yelled at her.
She ignored him, as she always did when she didn’t want to discuss the matter and finally managed to tie his other foot down, making sure he was pulled taut and the bindings were as tight as she could make them.
Jarod lay there, the pain throbbing in his leg, he struggled against the pantyhose, but he could not budge them. "She would hate to think that you were doing Raines' dirty work for him,” He spat out at her.
"Ohhh no...” She growled, her voice sound like that of an angry and hungry tiger, she stalked closer to him, climbing onto the bed and straddling his waist. "Now I'm doing MY dirty work. I should have brought you in long ago, instead of making it easy for you. But you're at my mercy now, and you will pay."
"Easy?” He scoffed. "You have got to be kidding me! Are you just going to let me bleed to death?” He finally asked, truly afraid now. He needed to calm her down.
"Your wound has been tied correctly. The only way you'll bleed to death is by your other wounds.” She hissed darkly.
Jarod struggled against his bindings "What other wounds?” He asked suspiciously. Getting more and more nervous by the second. He did not like the way she was looking at him.
"What? Are you admitting that your little 'adventure' was not easy?” She reached over to the floor where the hunting knife still lay.
He snarled at her, trying to shift her weight off him. "You people have made my life impossible."
Bringing it over to his chest, she sliced through his shirt, cutting a thin line down his chest. "Those wounds."
He closed his eyes as the knife bit into his chest. He could tell it was not a deep wound, just a stinging cut. He stilled his movements and drew in a long breath. "Please don’t do this Parker. This is not you... this is more like..." But he stopped himself before he pissed her off even more.
"More like what?” She asked angrily as she placed the knife on a fresh part of his chest.
He shook his head and hissed in a breath as she placed the knife on his chest again. "Please,” He whispered.
"More like what!” She growled loudly as she dig the tip in deeper.
He grimaced as she dug the tip in. "I'm sorry Parker.” He tried to appeal to her. "I never should have said what I said."
"No you shouldn’t. You are to leave my mother out of it. She’s dead. Gone. Don’t bring her up. She is MY mother, and mine alone. You have no right to talk about her!” She yelled, her hurt showing through despite her efforts.
Jarod could see how he had hurt her, and he had never wanted that. But he was glad that she had let the last statement go. He relaxed slightly, hoping that now she would get off him. "Yes, you are right."
"Damn straight I am!"
He nodded, his eyes not leaving the knife. "Please Parker."
She lifted it from the bleeding hole she had been working on and twirled it expertly in her hand. Just like she had seen Kyle do one time.
Jarod sucked in a breath as he was reminded of his brother, watching her twirl the knife like that. Resentment flowered in his chest over what these people had cost him. "Get off me,” He huffed at her.
"And are you going to make me rat?” She purred leaning in close to his face, running the knife down his cheek.
He turned his head away from the knife. How could she do this to him? What happened to his friend? How could she be so cruel? She was no better than her brother. "Don’t call me that."
"I thought we went over this when we first arrived. You are a rat. And soon will be MY rat."
"You are just as bad as Lyle,” He spat out at her. “I guess it runs in the family." Instantly regretting it.
