LOSING AND FINDING DREAMS
::Grins.:: I am having way too much fun with the stories that I am working on. This one in particular keeps changing, but since the last post I thought up this one idea that I am really liking and I am definitely sticking with. All I can say is that things are going to get interesting later on. ~*~ "Miss P?" Debbie asked once Miss Parker and Sydney were in the car. "Yes Debbie?" Debbie bit her lip. "Can we stop by my house? There are somethings I want to get," she said hesitantly. Miss Parker smiled sadly. "Of course." ~*~ Debbie wheeled around her room, picking things out and placing them into the bag on her bed. "I'll leave you alone," Miss Parker said from the doorway. "Call if you need help." Debbie looked up and nodded. "Thank you." Debbie watched Miss Parker leave; once she was out of sight Debbie rolled over to the window and opened it. She then ran her fingers along the right side of the frame until she found what she was looking for and gently pried a section of the frame out. She stuck her hand inside and pulled out a box. She set it in her lap then put the section back so that it was as invisible as before. Then she put the box in the bag. ~*~ Miss Parker helped Debbie up to her room then turned to leave. "Miss P?" Miss Parker turned back to the girl. "Yes?" Debbie took a deep breath. "I heard you and Grandpa Sydney say something about my father's death not being an accident." Miss Parker winced, mentally kicking herself. "Why would someone want to kill him?" Debbie asked. For a moment Miss Parker was tempted to lie and say that she must have misheard them or that she didn't know - for a moment. Miss Parker sat down on the bed; Debbie wheeled up next to her. "Your father did a lot of information finding for me. The night before he died he found out something that powerful people at the Centre didn't want they had him killed." Miss Parker had to fight to keep her composure. "I'm sorry." Miss Parker got up and left the room quickly, feeling the tears in her eyes. Debbie sat staring at her lap, unmoving, for a few moments. Then she wheeled herself over to one of the bags they had brought back from her house and pulled out the box. She opened it and ran her fingers gently over the DSA's and diskettes inside. ~*~ Miss Parker sat at her kitchen table with her head in her hands. Sydney was making coffee. He went over to her two cups in hand. "Miss Parker," he said softly. Miss Parker looked up and took the cup Sydney offered her. "Thank you Syd." Sydney smiled and nodded then took a seat across from her. Miss Parker took a sip. "Thank you for being around so much Sydney. Truthfully I don't think I could handle this on my own right now." Sydney nodded. "We are all worn out emotionally as well as physically and need someone to lean on." Miss Parker smiled wryly. "How unusual that a bunch of people who all need someone to lean on would lean on each other. You would think that it would all collapse, but it doesn't." Sydney smiled. "Sometimes when many people need to lean on each other all at once that is when it is strongest, because you can all relate on some level." Miss Parker smiled, reached over and placed her hand over his. "Miss P? Grandpa Sydney?" The two adults looked up to see Debbie in the doorway. "Do you need something Debbie?" Miss Parker asked, immediately concerned. Debbie bit her lip and shook her head. She nervously ran her hands over a box that sat in her lap. " - there is something - I need - to show you." ~*~ Dum dum dum! I know that wasn't the greatest part, but it was mostly a build up to the next part. Please review! Reviews will be treasured.
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