Sparkling
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M through R › Pretender
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,567
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own The Pretender, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
5
Title: Sparkling
Part: 5/?
Author: Mary Eve Parker
Email: mary_eve_parker@yahoo.com
Rating: NC 17 later
Note: this one is for Heidi *hug*
It was like this all day long. Jarod tried hard to be funny. He was? Not really but I was laughing at one or the other statement he made. I am not sure if he had noticed the situation we were in. That there wasn’t a way out. That they could poison the food and we wouldn’t even notice it.
I stood up.
“Stop laughing Jarod. Don’t you see that?” I touched the wall. “This is cold thick stone, not even the walls of the Centre are made of stone. Not that cold.” I hit against it hard. “Not even there we would be imprisoned like this.” I shouted at him. “Not even they would be keeping us like helpless animals.” I was nearly crying now.
“Not even they would not let us know who they are.”
I sank down in the darkest corner of the room, the place Jarod had laid when I had found him. I sank down, my pals pressed against my face. My eyes full of tears, running down my cheeks into my pals. My trousers getting dirty from the dust and blood on the floor. Jarod’s blood.
Suddenly I felt a pair of cold hands on my shoulders. It took him a minute to kneel down next to me. He put my palms away from my face and let me burry it deep into his chest. I was sobbing like a child who lost her parents – like Jarod when he was little.
His one hand caressed my back softly the other one pressed my head into his chest. I was sobbing like I haven’t sobbed for a very long time. Nobody was near that for a very long time. Nobody tried to comfort be for a very long time.
„Der Mond ist aufgegangen,
die goldnen Sternlein prangen
am Himmel hell und klar ;
der Wald steht schwarz und schweiget,
und aus den Wiesen steiget
der weiße Nebel wunderbar“
Jarod was singing this to me. He was remembering this German lullaby my mum was singing to him once. I don’t know how many years ago. A very long time ago.
He was still caressing my back and listening to him singing and summing this, I saw my mum in front of me. Her long dark hair and her white dress. God she had been beautiful.
Unexpectedly stopped singing and just hold me. Not rubbing my back anymore. No singing.
“I know Parker that this is as hard for you as it is for me but we aren’t allowed to get nervous and have a break down – that’s what people like those want from us!”
I nodded and headed to the basin. I washed my face with cold water. I looked like a mess.
It was still the second day here, the second day I notice. With the knife I cracked two small lines into the wall behind the bed.
I was ashamed of what had happened before. My breakdown. Jarod nex next to me on the bed.
“We will get out here, together, I swear.”
“I hope you are right Jarod, more than hope.”
My hand rested on my thigh. Slowly his made its way on mine. Fingers entangled.
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I know that these parts are rather short but it’s the easiest for me to go on with the story because I have lots to do next to it.
Liked it? Want more?
mary_eve_parker@yahoo.com
Part: 5/?
Author: Mary Eve Parker
Email: mary_eve_parker@yahoo.com
Rating: NC 17 later
Note: this one is for Heidi *hug*
It was like this all day long. Jarod tried hard to be funny. He was? Not really but I was laughing at one or the other statement he made. I am not sure if he had noticed the situation we were in. That there wasn’t a way out. That they could poison the food and we wouldn’t even notice it.
I stood up.
“Stop laughing Jarod. Don’t you see that?” I touched the wall. “This is cold thick stone, not even the walls of the Centre are made of stone. Not that cold.” I hit against it hard. “Not even there we would be imprisoned like this.” I shouted at him. “Not even they would be keeping us like helpless animals.” I was nearly crying now.
“Not even they would not let us know who they are.”
I sank down in the darkest corner of the room, the place Jarod had laid when I had found him. I sank down, my pals pressed against my face. My eyes full of tears, running down my cheeks into my pals. My trousers getting dirty from the dust and blood on the floor. Jarod’s blood.
Suddenly I felt a pair of cold hands on my shoulders. It took him a minute to kneel down next to me. He put my palms away from my face and let me burry it deep into his chest. I was sobbing like a child who lost her parents – like Jarod when he was little.
His one hand caressed my back softly the other one pressed my head into his chest. I was sobbing like I haven’t sobbed for a very long time. Nobody was near that for a very long time. Nobody tried to comfort be for a very long time.
„Der Mond ist aufgegangen,
die goldnen Sternlein prangen
am Himmel hell und klar ;
der Wald steht schwarz und schweiget,
und aus den Wiesen steiget
der weiße Nebel wunderbar“
Jarod was singing this to me. He was remembering this German lullaby my mum was singing to him once. I don’t know how many years ago. A very long time ago.
He was still caressing my back and listening to him singing and summing this, I saw my mum in front of me. Her long dark hair and her white dress. God she had been beautiful.
Unexpectedly stopped singing and just hold me. Not rubbing my back anymore. No singing.
“I know Parker that this is as hard for you as it is for me but we aren’t allowed to get nervous and have a break down – that’s what people like those want from us!”
I nodded and headed to the basin. I washed my face with cold water. I looked like a mess.
It was still the second day here, the second day I notice. With the knife I cracked two small lines into the wall behind the bed.
I was ashamed of what had happened before. My breakdown. Jarod nex next to me on the bed.
“We will get out here, together, I swear.”
“I hope you are right Jarod, more than hope.”
My hand rested on my thigh. Slowly his made its way on mine. Fingers entangled.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
I know that these parts are rather short but it’s the easiest for me to go on with the story because I have lots to do next to it.
Liked it? Want more?
mary_eve_parker@yahoo.com