Broken (Edited edition)

Suits

I wake up in the living room, a blanket laying over my body.  Beer cans and bottles are all over the floor, and movie cases are all over as well.  People lay everywhere.  On the floor, the couch, the chairs, and stairs, on the second floor.  I sit up carefully, and wrap the blanket around my shoulders.  My head aches from drinking so much soda last night, my throat aches from talking so much.  Then I start feeling nauseous, and run to the bathroom.  I start puking up whatever was in my stomach into the toilet.  I hold my stomach as I get sick, and wipe my mouth afterwards.  I stand up, deciding I need some water.  I put on the tap, and drink a lot of water.  I shut the tap off afterwards, and wipe my mouth off with a towel.

I go into the living room, deciding to clean up before the rest of the group wakes up.  I grab a garbage bag, picking up the beer cans.  Mark is sleeping on the couch, drool dripping from his mouth.  I cover the blanket that was on me over him, and push his hair out of his face.  God he needs a haircut.  But he won't get one, what a lazy bum.  I go into the kitchen, and start making some breakfast.  I crack open some eggs, start making some scrambled eggs.  After that, I make some pancake batter.  I make twenty pancakes, and a bowl of eggs.  I take out plates, mugs, and utensils.   I fill the mugs up with coffee, setting them down on the kitchen table.  I fill the plates up with food, then go to wake up the others."  Hey...Hey!"  I whisper in Mark's ear, and he wakes up suddenly."  Huh?  What?  What's going on?  Ow!  My fucking head."  He groans out, rubbing his eyes."  Come on, breakfast."  I say, and start kicking the others.  One by one, they all get a seat at the table, eating their breakfast."  Thank the heavens for coffee."  Jack says, drinking his black coffee."  Yep, or I would be killing all of you."  Suzy says, and Arin grins at her.  Danny lays his head on the table after finishing his food, shutting his eyes for more sleep.

Jack, Wade, and Bob talk about last night like we went to the greatest party ever.  When we actually went to dinner and came back here."  I haven't drunken that must in a very long time."  Jack says, and Mark grins."  I'm not suppose to get that drunk, but I guess I'm experimenting."  He says, I just shake my head with a grin on my face."  You doofus."  I say, and we all start laughing.  A knock on the door stops our laughter short, and Danny gets up to answer it."  Hello....oh yes come on in officers."  He says, and he comes back in to the living room.  Following him are two men in suits.  Both black suits, both white males.  One gentleman has blonde hair, the other has brown.  The brown haired man looks over at me, and grins."  Hello, my name is detective Grace.  This is my partner detective Duncan."  The brown haired man says, or detective Grace.  Detective Duncan nods his head at us, and continues to stand there."  We are here to speak with a Ms. Sarah Parker."  Mr. Grace says, and Danny looks confused."  Sarah?"  He mouths at Mark, and Mark looks over at me.

"Why do you need to speak with her if I may ask?  I'm her guardian."  He says, holding my hand under the table."  We're here to discuss the death of her brother, it has come up in the last month.  We've been meaning to come speak with you.  We apologize for the wait."  Mr. Grace says, sitting down on the couch."  I know you may have busy but I'm still trying to get over the lose of my brother."  I say, standing up."  Look Ms. Parker, we just want to figure out something that has been puzzling us."  I stand in front of them, holding my arms behind my back."  What would that be exactly?"

"We have been told by several police officers that you spoke with that you passed out during this attack.  We were also told that you said you found yourself holding the knife, but had no idea how.  So we wanted to discuss with you how that happened."  Mr. Duncan says, putting out a folder on the coffee table."  We asked your physiatrist, and she said that you have some type of unexplained 'ability'.  We're not sure if we should call it an ability, but that's what we'll call it for now.  Could you expand to us on this 'ability' of yours?"  He asks, and I nod."  Sure, it's kind of like a protecting mechanism of mine.  It's when I'm under a great deal of stress or when my family is threatened.  It's hard to explain , it's just some type of trigger.  I just discovered it this year, I don't even know what it is."  I say, clutching at my hand behind my back.  My nails dig into my skin, ripping into myself to feel anything like pain. "  Could you show us?"  Mr. Grace asks, and I stare at him."  Sir," Mark says standing up from the table," she can't do it on demand.  Only when she feels she's in danger."

Mr. Grace looks angry, and Mr. Duncan places his arm across his chest."  Calm Grace.  Ms. Parker, we are just trying to figure this situation out.  You see, our boss has become very set about watching you.  He wants to know how you're able to do this, and he's seen some videos of it.  Some kids have video taped you at school, and some have taped you at conventions.  He's very impressed that a girl your age has that strength.  He's very keen on meeting you, but we had to observe your different side before allowing you to meet him."  Mr. Duncan seems the more calm man of the two, Mr. Grace twitches as he speaks."  Sir, I would love to show my little gift.  But, I cannot.  It only happens when....bad things happen to my family.  Please sir, don't make me go dark.  It's not a very good experience for me or the person who made me go dark."

"What do you mean not a good experience for you?"

"I usually wake up with blood on my hands, usually it's not my blood.  That's very traumatizing to a girl like me."  I tell him, and he grins."  I can understand that, and I...."

"Oh for Fuck sakes Duncan; this girl is a demon!  Get that through your skull!"  Mr. Grace shouts, standing up.  He comes over to me, grabs the front of my shirt.  I scream a bit, and shows his teeth to me."  Show me this ability, now!"  He screams at me, and I punch him hard in the face.  He stumbles back, and Mr. Duncan grabs him by the arms."  The hell is wrong with, get out of here now!"  He says, shoving his partner to the door.  Mark is next to me, and holds me tightly.  I turn so I'm facing his chest, and hold onto his shirt tightly."  Ms. Parker, I'm sorry for my partner's actions.  If he bothers you or your family anymore, call me."  Mr. Duncan says, and I see him place something on the coffee table.  He then leaves, and I hear him yelling in the hallway."  Lyca...are you..."

I push my way out of Mark's arms, and run up the stairs.  I run to my bedroom, slamming the door behind me.  I jump onto the bed, crawling under the covers, shivering there with a pillow in my arms.  I lay there, tears running down my face.  The way he grabbed me, reminded me so much of Todd.  I hold in my anger, and take in deep breaths.  No one should touch me like that, not without my permission.  I breathing become frantic, and my heartrate rises.  I start having a panic attack.  I wheeze as I start to shake, holding tightly onto the pillow.  I pull the blanket off of my head, somewhat clawing at my face as tears continue to run down my face.  I grab my lion stuffed animal, and hold him close to my chest."  It's okay, I'm okay.  It's okay, I'm okay."  I continue to say this for almost an hour, then my body stops having an attack.

There's a knock at my door, and it opens without me responding."  Lyca?  You awake?"  It's Mark, and I feel him sit down on the bed.  He sees that my eyes are opened, and rubs my side."  Hey, you are not any different than everyone else.  You understand that?"  He asks, and pulls me up into his arms.  He hugs me around the waist, and kisses my cheek. "  I will protect you from those assholes, don't you forget that!"  I say at him,  tears running down my face.  He just smiles, rubbing my cheek gently."  I know you will, and I will protect you no matter what.  Because you are my daughter, and I will protect you.   You are my responsibility."  He says, he continues to smile as he speaks."  I love you darling."  He says, and holds me tightly.  I hold his arm tightly, and tears drip down my face.

As the night stretches on, and the others leave, Jack comes into the room."  Hey sweetie, want some dinner?"  He asks, and I nod."  Yeah sure, that sounds good."  I say, and we take a few minutes before going down to the kitchen.  Jack makes some pizza, I sit on the counter while the boys sit on the chairs."  Why don't you stay home tomorrow?"  Mark says and I shrug."  I don't care, if you want me to."

"I think that would be the best thing to do.  I don't want them to find you at school."  Mark says, biting into his slice of pizza."  If that's what you want, I'll stay home."  I tell him, taking his empty plate to put another slice on it."  Thank you, that makes me feel incredibly better."  He says, taking his plate back.  I look at the clock, it's almost midnight."  I'm going to bed."  I say, and he nods."  Okay, goodnight."  Mark says, and kisses my cheek.  Jack kisses the top of my head before I walk off, and smiles."  Goodnight sweetie."  He says, and I nod.  I leave them alone, and walk up to my bed.