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Disclaimer: I WISH I owned Miss Parker, Jarod, Sydney, Broots, Cox, Brigitte, Raines, Lyle, Mr Parker, Sam etc. (Phew, am I done yet?) Umm, maybe not Raines or Brigitte. But I don’t, they belong to NBC, MTM, TNT, 20^th Century Fox and Pretender Productions. (Man this is getting depressing.) I’m not doing this for money but for my sanity and enjoyment. Please don’t sue cause I ain’t got a lot of money. Thanx, Tigress Parker. Monday, September 03, 2001.

Painful Secrets

by Tigress Parker

Parker Manor:

8p.m.

Parker opened the front door and stepped inside. She closed it and leant against the door, breathing deeply. It had been a long day and what was confusing her is why Jarod didn’t ONCE call to torment her. After all it had been one year since the nightmare began. One year since the day The Centre sent her a message that they own her, which they sent in Thomas’ blood. “You didn’t deserve any of this.”

She didn’t bother turning on the lights, she didn’t need them and she just wanted the house dark, like her mood. She walked upstairs and had a shower and got changed into white tracksuit pants and a black tank top. She picked Thomas’ red flannel shirt up off the bed and held it against her face. Tears started to burn her eyes. She knew it was her imagination but she could smell his scent like he just took it off that morning and not a year ago. “A life-time ago.” She murmured sadly.

So many times she wanted to put the shirt away but she couldn’t. It was like saying that she didn’t care anymore. She still wanted to see things of his. She knew that her memories of Thomas were stored inside her but seeing and feeling the shirt helped the memories come back full-force.

She put the shirt on and walked downstairs and curled up in front of the fireplace. She arranged some wood in the fireplace and struck a match. The wood caught instantly.

A flame was so much like life. It starts off been so bright and warm but then slowly dies down, leaving behind it coals and singed remnants of what couldn’t be burnt. She put some more wood on the growing, hungry flames and waited till the room warmed up before moving.

She had been putting up a façade all day. As soon as she got to work that morning, Sydney asked her ever so carefully, like she was a walking time-bomb “Are you all right Miss Parker?” She just shrugged it off and replied “Never been better Freud. I slept like a baby.”

The truth was she hadn’t been sleeping for a whole week. Memories and images of Thomas on the porch haunted her, awake and asleep.

A hurt look crossed his face that made her want to have him hold her and tell him how bad everything was. What she was feeling. But she couldn’t do that, she had to stand strong, not to show The Centre that they did something to hurt her. “They have and they know it.” She said as she stood up and walked over to the couch and lied down facing the flames.

When Mr Parker and Lyle saw her later that day they were very concerned. She could see it in their faces. “How are you Angel?” He asked her in the same, ‘I am talking to a walking time-bomb’ voice that Sydney had used earlier. “I’m fine Daddy.” She replied again, still lying through her teeth, as she held her head higher. A flash of recognition crossed his face. She used the same tactic after her mother died and he remembered it. He hugged her tightly. “Just remember we’ll be around somewhere if you need to talk to us.” He said gently. His voice was strange and comforting. “I know Daddy, but I’m fine.” She stepped away and smiled at them warmly. “There isn’t any lead on Jarod yet and he hasn’t called for the last couple of days. Sydney said it was nothing to worry about.” She said, squaring her shoulders and holding her head high, but she wasn’t fooling anyone. “I’m sure you could take the day off if you wanted to Parker, I’m positive Dad doesn’t mind.” Lyle had said and looked at their father. “No, I don’t mind, you should take the day off. You’ve been working very hard and if Jarod’s taking a break there isn’t any reason you should still work. If anything comes up Lyle can go after it.” He said as he held her hand tightly. “Thanks, but no thanks, I have some files to look over with Broots, so I can’t take a break from the hunt. There’s a lot that needs to be done if Wolf Gang Puke is gonna leave us alone for a day or two.” Then she turned around and more or less ran away from them. She didn’t see the worried expressions that Lyle and Mr Parker gave each other before they turned and went their own way.

“Thank you for trying Daddy, but it’s too late to try and fix things.” She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, watching the light flicker from the flames across the flat surface.

The light started to get a blue tinge to it, then everything went completely black. No light from the fire. No moonlight outside. Nothing. Just as quickly as the darkness fell around her like a cloak it lifted and the fire was making the room glow.

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KNOCK. KNOCK.

Came gently from the front door, but firm enough for her to hear it. “Coming!” She called as she slowly sat up. She took a deep breath and took control over everything. She didn’t want to show weakness, even if they were trying to help her.

She walked over and opened the door. Lyle was standing there. She opened the door wider and walked away. “Hey, love what you’ve done to the place.” He said as he quietly shut the door. She didn’t respond but curled up in the corner of the couch. “OK Parker, games up. I know your lying.” He came over and sat next to her.

“I’m not lying. I’m not playing a game. I’m just tired.” She murmured, staring into the flames. “What did you come for?”

“No reason, I just wanted to make sure you’re all right.” She didn’t respond or look at him. “It’s OK to cry now Parker. You aren’t under the watchful eye of Centre cameras. No one can see you.”

“Just go, please, I don’t wanna talk. I don’t need a shoulder to cry on. I just want to be left alone.”

“All right. But if you need me, all you have to do is ring.” He stood up and walked past her.

She caught his hand. “Thank you for caring. But I’m not in the mood to talk yet.”

“I understand.” He bent down and kissed her forehead. “Get some sleep. You look exhausted.” She let go of his hand. “I’ll see myself out.” He walked over to the door and opened it. When he looked back he saw her lie down like she was before he came. He smiled sadly and left, gently closing the door behind him.

“How is she?” A voice asked from behind him when he got to his car.

“We need to do it tonight. She’s going over the edge.” Lyle said sadly.

“It’ll be OK Lyle. We did the right thing and it’ll be over tonight. You’ll find out it was worth all the hard work.”

“And the truce.” Lyle added with a slight smile.

“And the truce.” Jarod agreed.

“What time?” Lyle asked.

“Come back around 12. We’ll do everything then.” They both went their separate ways.

Back inside Parker was quietly crying herself to sleep. “I’m sorry you got dragged into this.” She whimpered and curled up into a ball, pulling the afghan off the back of the couch and wrapping it around her like it was her last life-line. She fell asleep after that.

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Parker Manor:

12:04a.m.

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Jarod and Lyle carefully crept into the house. Jarod headed for the stairs but he heard a gentle whistle from Lyle. He walked over to where Lyle was standing next to the couch. He looked down at Parker curled up into the smallest, tightest position she could get into without falling off the couch. Lyle was right, she was going over the edge.

Parker could feel someone gently shaking her shoulder. “Parker Baby, wake up.” They said softly.

She stirred and slowly opened her eyes. Directly in front of her line of vision was a pair a dark eyes, shining with the small amount of light in the room. “Umm…” Her eyes drifted closed again.

“No, no, don’t go back to sleep. Wake up for me. Baby, open those beautiful blue eyes for me.” The gentle shaking started again.

“What?” She moaned. “Tommy, I’m tired g…Tommy!” She sat up quickly startling him. She hit herself in the leg. “Ow.” Suddenly she started screaming. He quickly put his hand over her mouth.

“Shh, don’t scream. Please don’t scream. You’re not dreaming and you’re not going completely nuts. I’m alive. Please don’t scream. OK?” She nodded slowly. He took his hand away from her mouth and gently touched her head.

“How? I found you. You were dead. You had no pulse, there was blood everywhere.”

“I know Baby, but let Jarod explain that.”

“Jarod!” She stood up and spun round sharply. She saw Jarod and Lyle standing there. “You self-centered, arrogant, stuck-up, holier-than-thou, tree-hugging, sonofabitch! You knew that he was alive you tree-hugging fuckhead! You knew and I didn’t! I’m gonna scratch your eyes out!” She went to climb over the couch to murder Jarod but Thomas held her and pulled her back.

“Take it easy, just listen to what he has to say then you can go for the jugular.”

“I’m listening.” She was breathing heavily and burning holes in Jarod’s head.

“When Lyle found out what was going to happen to Thomas, he and I started to work together to fix something up. We only had three days to work. So I had the plan that if Lyle “killed” Thomas before the real murderer or murderers got here, we might be able to protect him and you…”

“He had no pulse. There was blood everywhere.” She said, completely confused.

“I know, I gave Thomas an injection that would slowly his heart rate down so it was almost none existent, which also slowed his breathing. I put the decoy blood around and everything was set. I had friends in the police force that took Thomas to the morgue where he was given another injection to bring his heart rate back to normal…”

“What about my house? You couldn’t do that much damage quietly.”

“It wasn’t quiet. Lyle held someone chloroform under your nose as you slept to keep you out of it, while some friends of mine did the messing up, while I set the “murder” scene up. Everything was done by the time the real murderer got there, which all they had to do was check his pulse and see that he was dead.”

“They could’ve felt his pulse! They could’ve shot him you inconsiderate twit! YOU could’ve killed him putting that shit into him!” She snarled and tried to step up but Thomas held her back.

“Easy.” He gently kissed her neck. She collapsed against him.

“But I didn’t. I knew exactly what I was doing.” Jarod said to her.

“You still wanna kill him?” Thomas whispered in her ear.

“No.” She shook her head and turned round, burying her face in his neck. “Umm, you smell so good.” She purred.

He smiled and held her tighter. “And you’re still my baby girl.” He pulled away and kissed her…

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Parker opened her eyes. She was alone. The room was the same nothing was different. She sat up slowly and looked around. “A dream?” She whimpered as she stood up to inspect the house. Everything was at she had left it. No lights were on and all the doors were locked. “Time to end this once and for all.” She murmured and walked upstairs to get her gun.

The metal piece felt heavy in her hand. Heavy and cold. She looked around her dark bedroom one last time and wandered back down to the living room. She sat on the rug in front of the fire and stared at the gun in her hand. The flames were shining on the silver metal making it appear orange.

She pulled the clip out and checked it. Full. But she would only need one. One for silence. Hers. She returned the clip and pulled the slide back. She flicked the safety on and rested it on the rug. She stood up and went to the table to get a drink.

She came back over to the rug and sat crossed-leg in front of the fire. She sat her drink down and picked up the gun. “They may think because they won the battle that they won the war. I’ve won.” She whispered. She took a drink and sat the glass down.

She knew what she had to do. “I can’t let you win.” She flicked the safety off and held the gun to her temple. Tears started to run down her face. “Forgive me Momma.” She pulled the trigger. A pool of blood spread around her like a hallow.

Somewhere in the distance wolves howled.

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The Centre:

Same Time.

Angelo sat in his cell crying and rocking back and forth. “Angel gone. Angel gone. Angel win. Death win. Angel gone.” He muttered as he rocked himself.

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Apartment Complex In Blue Cove:

Same Time.

Lyle sat up in bed quickly. Part of him was screaming. He felt a burning pain on his temple. He touched his head but nothing was wrong. Deep inside he felt something was terribly wrong and at the same time part of him was missing.

He looked at the clock. 12:15. He reached out to pick up the phone…

The End of Painful Secrets

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