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Letters

By: 24

Miss Parker walked into the Centre and walked into her father's office. She looked around her Daddy's office. Daddy? Was that right? He was the only father that she knew. She didn't want Mr. Raines as a father and never liked him. He had killed her mother the mother of his children. She then thought of the Island and Jarod. He was always there for her and she was never there for him.

She walked to her father's desk and sat down in his chair. She wondered if they would ever find his body and if they were even searching. Of course they were searching because he jumped with the scrolls and they wanted the scrolls back almost as bad as they wanted Jarod back.

She noticed one of the drawers was open and she bent down and opened it. She looked through the drawer and came out with a box. She opened the box and gasped as what she saw inside. Inside were letters, letters to her and they were in Jarod's handwriting. She opened one of them when they were still friends.

Dear Miss Parker,

I was wondering how you were doing and what you were seeing. What new adventures have you been going on? What has been going on in your life? I have been doing Sims and more Sims. Sometimes they are bad and sometimes they are not as trying. When are you coming back?

J

There were more and different dates.

Dear Miss Parker,

How have you been doing? Sydney said that you were doing great in your studies. I haven't heard from you in a long time please write back.

J

Dear Miss Parker,

Why haven't you been writing back? Are you mad at me? What did I do wrong? I hope everything is all right with you.

J

She wondered what those letters were doing there and why she never got them. She remembered writing to him and he never wrote back and now she knew why. It was because of her father. Her father didn't want her to keep in touch with his lab rat.

Later that night when she was asleep the phone rang. She knew who it was as soon as she looked at her alarm clock. She picked it up.

"Hello."

"You answered with a Hello?" A surprised Jarod asked.

"Yes, can't I do that?"

"Of course."

"I saw your letters, Jarod."

"What letters?"

"The letters that you wrote to me, the ones that Daddy never gave me."

"I thought that you were mad at me and didn't want to write back to me anymore. I never knew that you didn't get them. I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault it was my Daddy's fault for not giving me those letters."

"He didn't want his precious daughter keeping in touch with the Centre's prize possession."

"I'm sorry, Jarod. I never realized what he did."

"Now that he's gone you're finally realizing what kind of person he really is?"

"Yes."

She hung up then and then lay back down to try to get back to sleep.

The End