Sometimes your worst enemy can be your best advice..
He sits with his hands delicately folded in his lap. His breathing is shallow and he appears to be very stressed. I fold my arms over my chest and impatiently tap my finger on my arm waiting for some sort of explanation.
He looks up at me and begins. "We have been on your case for about two years now. You're not particularly an easy case to follow, therefore we had to move bases from Arizona to Florida so we could be closer to you. You were a constantly changing soul and for about a month we questioned whether you were even right for the case, but the Head of our district insisted that you were the one." As the words are leaving Parker's mouth, I can feel my heart pounding against my chest. I swallow the fear and anxiousness and nod his way to continue.
"Jamie, you're not who you think you are anymore. You just have to trust me, okay? I won't let them do anything to you. What happened back then was because other districts of our realm are jealous of the chosen few. Stay with me and I can guarantee your safety, but the first time you cross my path, I am done."
I nod even though what he just said doesn't make even a little bit of sense to me.
"I have to take you to the Head tonight, but it will just be the two of us." A faint smile crosses his stressed face. I just nod again and tighten my hold on my arms and bit my tongue to keep from either crying or smarting off to this man who appears to be helping me at the moment.
I look over to the window that takes up a full wall of the tiny hospital bed. The sun is beginning to disappear behind the tallest buildings of the city. A city that I don't recognize right off the top of my head. That's when I remember the accents of the doctor and nurse. I abruptly turn to Parker who is already looking at me.
"Where did you bring me?"
His face softens a bit. "I brought you to my hometown. You're in the finest care of all England. Queen Elizabeth Hospital." I stare at him dumbfounded.
"How did you get me from Florida to here with a broken leg and with me being unconscious?!" I squeak.
"I have my ways that will all be revealed with time."
I turn away, once again annoyed with the limited answers I am receiving from the boy who technically saved me from a potentially deadly situation.
"Where exactly are we going?"
He looks up at me through jade eyes and shakes his head. "I can't tell you," he whispers.
"Then I am not going!" I yell again.
He stiffs at my words.
"You can either tell me, or I will buy the next plane ticket back to Miami and not think twice about whether or not William will be there to kill me. He is the one that caused all this so maybe by the time I get back, I will have mustered up enough anger to be able to attack him and his group of murders."
Parker snickers.
"What?!" I throw my hands up in exasperation and instantly regret it. Numerous waves of pain flood my body, causing me to convulse in a curled up ball, which only worsens it. I sit up and Parker lays a pillow against my stomach.
"Hug this as tightly as you can."
"I can't. I can't." I repeat shaking my head, and sobbing intently at the amount of pain flooding through me. "Why does it hurt so bad?!" I scream through the tears.
Parker is intently staring at the sheets covering my bed, he can't even look up at me!
"Jamie, he's on to us." He says so quietly I can barely make it out.
