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Deb quickly put on some casual clothes Miranda had given her, and then stormed out of her room, down the stairs, and outside. She braked, and gasped, when she saw a light grey car parked in front of the clinic. It was sort of wrapped with a white ribbon.
“Do you like it?”
Deb’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly turned around. Rob was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, a smirk across his face. In all her eagerness to get out, she hadn’t even noticed him.
She ran towards him, and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’ve missed you so much” she nearly cried.
“I missed you too” Rob replied, caressing her back. “Come on, let’s get out of here. The longer we stay here, the longer I have to restrain myself”
Deb smiled dreamily, and took his hand. “The answer is yes, by the way. I like it. There’s just one thing. I can’t drive a car” she said, on the way to the vehicle.
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to teach you” Rob shrugged, as he opened Deb’s door.
It was half past five in the morning. Mr. and Mrs. Parker woke up difficult. They were surprised they had even been able to sleep at all. The barn wasn’t exactly the most comfortable place to spend your night.
“Do you think Beth spent the night with Dale already?” Mr. Parker wondered out loud.
“After the way you treated her there’s no way Dale could’ve moved past the need to comfort her” Mrs. Parker snapped hostile.
“Well, you won’t exactly win the award for Mother of the Year either with your performance from the last couple of days” Mr. Parker fired back angry.
Mrs. Parker...
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Joe was pacing up and down the living room, about to lose his mind, while Molly tried to make him calm down.
“I can’t calm down!” Joe hissed in distress. “In a few minutes Ryan Hardy will be on the doorstep. I don’t suppose he’s coming alone, do you?”
Several police vans parked in front of the house. Turner jumped out of one and gave instructions to his men.
Ryan snuck up to them. “I’ll go in the back” he whispered and without awaiting Turner’s approval he turned around again.
Joe walked to Molly. “I’m really sorry, Molly, but I have no other choice” Before she could...
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Molly was pacing up and down her house. It had been all over the news. The FBI had let Joe Carrol slip through their fingers once again. She was waiting for Joe’s phone call to give her permission to go kill Ryan.
Ryan had arrived a couple of hours ago. He’d had that bitch Claire with him. Had it been up to Molly, they’d both be lying on the floor with a knife in their stomachs. But she had to wait for orders.
She heard the backdoor squeak and turned around. Her eyes on the kitchen-the first place the backdoor led to-she snuck to the cupboard and opened the first drawer. In the drawer...
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The entire community of Serenity Hills was gathered in the council room. They were all sitting in a giant circles, the council on high chairs with pillows, the regulars on normal chairs, and Mr. and Mrs. Parker had to sit on the floor.
When they heard a struggle, and shuffling, they all looked up expecting, and a moment later Ross dragged Deb inside. He pulled at the ropes, and dragged her forwards, as if she was a mule.
Once they reached the center of the circle, he pulled so hard at the ropes, Deb’s knees gave in, and she fell on the floor.
Dale, who had been sitting on the middle high chair,...
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Though Deb had no idea of the time, it felt like an eternity had passed, when she heard footsteps, and Beth made her presence known.
“Beth” Deb sighed relieved, her eyes gleaming hopefully, as she scribbled up. Dale had been so kind to cut her ropes, though her hands were still tied.
“Hello, Debbie” Beth said, as she looked down on her scarcely naked sister. She looked as though her eyes were daggers, and every glance would cause insufferable pain.
Deb swallowed. “Why did you it?” she asked softly, almost like a little girl.
“I’m sorry, what?” Beth said, scornful.
“Why did you...
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Beth wondered if Agnes needed something from her, because she was abnormally patient, and kind. She even helped Beth was her hair, and prepared something to eat.
“There’s something I have to say” Agnes, finally, fessed up. Here we go, Beth thought. “I need to apologize for what I did. I shouldn’t have betrayed you”
“What happened to Simon?” Beth asked.
Agnes sighed. ‘Simon…He’s gone. I left him behind” she said, partially honest.
“Left him behind, where?” Beth asked, a little snarky.
“Beth, please, this is painful enough as it is, already” Agnes complained. She sighed...
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The door of Rob’s office opened, and he stuck his head out of it, to see what all the screaming was for.
“Deb, what on earth is going on?” he insisted, when Deb backed away, her gaze at something ahead of her. Rob turned his head, and saw a woman coming their way.
“Don’t let her take me” Deb whispered terrified.
Instinctively, Rob stood in front of Deb. The woman held her steps.
“I need to speak with my cousin” Agnes said cold. She looked over Rob’s shoulder. “Debra, sweetie, your brother wants to see you”
Debra shook her head heavily. “I don’t have a brother, and I’m...
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Angry with Nick, and determined to spend the rest of the evening with Deb, Mike returned to Deb’s office. He found her alone again. She was sitting on her desk.
“Beth left ten minutes ago” Deb explained. “Thank you, for bringing her here. We had a very good conversation”
There was something off about her.
“Do you want to know what we talked about?” Deb asked.
“I don’t need to know” Mike replied, not sure why he kept his distance.
“But do you want to know?” Deb teased him, with a seductive smile, that made Mike feel very weak inside. “Come here”
Mike obeyed and walked to...
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Mike tried to keep his attention on his computer as much as possible, but every now and then he glanced at the door of Nick Donovan’s office.
“Mike” someone hissed. Mike tore his head away from the door, to see Deirdre leaning towards him. By the look on her face, he could tell this wasn’t the first time she had called him.
“What is it?” he asked, with only half of his attention. Deirdre shifted on her seat, and looked around as if to make sure no one was eavesdropping, before leaning even closer towards Mike.
“I was wondering, if you could tell me what really happened?” she said....
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It was already early evening, when Mike finally arrived back home, and from the many voices Deb could tell he had brought company.
“Hi, mom, dad, how is everything going in here?” Mike greeted them. Much to Mrs. Weston’s happiness Max followed soon after him.
“We just arrived here at the same time” Max explained, in case Mrs. Weston was jumping into conclusions.
“Of course” Mrs. Weston replied with a wink. “Oh, and I suppose this is agent Hardy. Mike has told us so much about you. I think he has a little man crush on you”
“Mom, for God’s sake” Mike muttered embarrassed....
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Deb walked down the stairs, while toweling her hair. When she entered the living room, she found Mrs. Weston still sitting on the couch.
“Oh, you’re still here” Deb noted sheepish.
“Is that a problem?” Mrs. Weston asked haughty.
“No” Deb replied quietly. “Where’s Mike?”
“He left” There was something malicious about the way Mrs. Weston said it, and the corners of her mouth moved slightly upward.
Deb unwrapped the towel off her hair and started to dry her hair, mainly to have her hands occupied.
“And I told Richard to take a walk” Mrs. Weston continued as she kept her...
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Mike woke up first, and when he noticed Deb was still sleeping like a baby, he decided not to wake her. He put on his dressing-gown, and walked to the door. As he opened it, he heard loud, familiar voices from downstairs, and his eyes widened when he realized who they belonged to.
He hurried out of the bedroom, and downstairs, to find his parents sitting in the living room. “Mom. Dad” he remarked a little stunned. “What are you doing here?”
“That is no way to say hello to your parents, Michael” Mrs. Weston reproached him. “Fortunately your girlfriend is much politer”
“My girlfriend?”...
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Ryan was about to tell Mike that he wasn’t allowed anywhere near the case, when his phone buzzed.
“You didn’t hear it from me” Deirdre started, when Ryan had picked up. “but you need to turn on your television”
Ryan did what she said, and his eyebrows became a curved unity, when he saw Donovan on the news. “What the hell is he doing?” Ryan mumbled and he increased the volume.
“So, you think agent Debra Parker is behind the murder of her own sister, Beth Parker?” a reporter asked.
“All I know,” Nick started, carefully weighing his words, “is that agent Parker could be an...
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added by amandalouden96
added by amandalouden96
A few weeks later Debra was put in yet another foster family. This time she didn’t even try to be nice, but she wasn’t rebellious either. It would only be a matter of time before they would have enough of her, so however horrible this family, with its five children, was, Deb would just take it and not complain about it.
The first issue came on the night she arrived. Deb could hear a girl scream from inside, but her new foster father, Mr. Morgan, told her to wait by the car, while he would take a look at what was going on.
But it was cold outside and so five minutes later Deb snuck inside...
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Not wasting any time Abigail walked upstairs and opened the closet. She pulled out a suitcase and zipped it open.
She heard someone ring the bell, but since she wasn’t expecting anyone, she didn’t pay much attention to it. She turned back to the closet and took a few sweaters, blouses, T-shirts and pants. She closed the closet and walked to the drawer next to her bed.
“Good afternoon, sir” a woman said downstairs. She seemed a little nervous. Her eyes were red as if she’d been crying.
“Can I help you with something?” Wayne asked suspicious, while the woman searched her purse....
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Debra had no sense of time when she walked into the kitchen, listless, like a dead girl walking. Her eyes were thick and bloodshot. There were stains from grass and earth on her clothes and in her hair, that fell down her shoulders in tangles.
She heard someone call her name, but she was so far gone in her own mind, it sounded like it came from a bad adjusted radio. She started when two hands grabbed her shoulders.
“Debra!” Abigail called concerned.
Debra blinked, the only response she was prepared to give. Abigail sighed and let go. “Go get yourself cleaned up. You look like a mess. Lunch...
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