Trapped

..::Parker’s P.O.V::..

I was so relieved to be back in the chaos of our Super store, even though I liked the quiet with Jimmy. Well, semi-quiet. I had some things I would have to tell Harper. I remembered seeing Johnny cuffed to an office chair, and Jimmy disappearing with him in the paint ball aisle. I would have to pray for him, because Jimmy wouldn’t show any mercy. Right when I was about to go and find Harper, I heard Zan and Terrance yelling out. I rolled my eyes, and started thinking of ways that I could shut them the hell up. Throwing them off of the building would be one glorious option with a happy ending, but it would also be homicide, and I didn’t want the blood of two worthless boys on my hands. I grabbed a roll of duct tape, and walked up towards them. I found a can of pepper spray, and the corner of my mouth went up. Perfect. I walked over to the screaming maniacs, and glared at them, and Zan fell silent.

“Par-“

“Shut the fuck up you worthless son of a bitch,” I started wrapping his face in duct tape, and the only thing I could see were his eyes. I grabbed the rope wrapped around his feet, and started dragging him to the back, where the freezer was, but I wasn’t going to put him in there. I propped him up against the wall, and kicked him in the balls as hard as I could. He groaned and doubled over, “You made my life a miserable hell hole,” I kicked him in the gut, “I lost my friends,” kick, “You raped me,” kick, “You hurt me,” kick. I stopped, and looked at his bloody beaten body. I didn’t want to look at him anymore, in fear of getting sick. I brought Terrance back here, too, so we would maintain some type of quiet, besides Johnny’s screaming. I was so close to tying him up and putting him back there, too.

“Parks,” I looked up at my entry to see Matt standing.

“Hey,” I said in a soft voice.

“Can I come sit with you,” he asked, and I nodded. He came over and plopped down a little bit too close for comfort.

“What’s up, big boy,” I asked, and I smile formed on his face, which I was happy to see.

“I just want to thank you so much for risking your life to take me to the hospital. It means so much to me, Parks,” there was a certain sincerity to his voice, and I felt nothing but calmness.

“Matt I love you – like a friend. My best friend. I missed you so much,” I threw my arms around him, and I felt his arms lift up to hug me back. He kissed me on the cheek, and I think it would be safe to say that I didn’t mind it at all. As long as we both thought of it as a friendly gesture and nothing more.

“I love you, too, Parks,” he whispered, but the way he said it was so much more different than how I had said it to him. I let go of him, an awkward feeling brushing over me, “I’m going to go to bed,” he said, and he looked and sounded like he was about to cry. I wanted so much to just hug him again, but he got up quickly, and like, flew out of my room. I gulped as a new feeling washed over me. Dread. Dread of any future things with Matt. I had a feeling this ‘love’ that Matt had hadn’t ended. Johnny came walking in, cuffed to the chair, and paintball marks all over his close.

“Look what the fucking Eiffel Tower did, Parker. Just look,” he used his free hand to lift up his shirt, revealing about 50 red marks. I put my hand over my mouth to try and stop my laughter.

“OH MIDGET,” I heard Jimmy yelling out.

“Oh fuck, hide me,” he pleaded, and looked genuinely scared.

“There’s not really anywhere I could hide you,” I giggled.

“Please, just help me,” he begged, and at the sound of Jimmy approaching, Johnny started running to the corner, and tripped over the chair, landing flat on his face. I burst out into laughter, any chances of keeping Johnny on a low profile gone. Jimmy rushed in, and looked everywhere, until he spotted the office chair, the smirk growing on his face. Johnny hadn’t moved, and his eyes were closed. He was either unconscious, or faking it. I had the feeling it was the latter one. Jimmy put the paintball gun down and lay down, putting his head in my lap.

“I got in a few shots for you, don’t worry,” he assured me, and I started playing with his hair.

“I was hoping one of those billions was for me,” I cracked a smile.

“All of them were for you, baby,” he picked his head up and kissed me briefly. I remembered that I still had to talk to Harper since I hadn’t talked to her in over a day. I stroked his hair more, and cherished the moment. I loved him so much, and I was happy that for once I could just sit here with him and be happy. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the office chair slowly moving out of the room, and tried to hold in my laughter. Jimmy looked up at just the right time, and picked up his paintball gun.

“OH MY GOD, NO, PLEASE,” I heard Johnny screaming, and thought that now would be a good time to go and find Harper. I got up and started looking through rooms until I spotted her petite figure with Zacky.

“Harp,” I said, and her head shot up, and she smiled. She shot up and ran over to hug me.

“Did you like what I’ve done,” she asked, referring to Johnny being cuffed to chair.

“You’re a genius,” I kissed her on the cheek, “I need to talk to you,” I told her, and a frown replaced the smile on her face.

“Shit,” she mumbled.

“No, it’s not bad! Well, it’s kind of irrelevant, but, I still need to tell you,” I grabbed her hand, and dragged her to the conference room.

“Okay, what’s up?” She asked me. This was the first actual girl talk conversation that we’ve had since the day we were on our way to work.

“Last night, at the hospital…Jimmy and I….we….” I started trailing off, hoping she’d get the hint.

“Oh my god! You used protection, right?” she asked.

“Er…,” I scratched the back of my neck, “Possibly not,” I muttered.

“I think you should maybe see if something’s up then,” she said, and I was thinking that she was completely right.

..::Matt’s P.O.V::..

I didn’t know what was happening to me. Parker risked her life for me; Harper’s reaching out to make amends with me. I think I had fallen for both of them, and I didn’t know what I was going to do, not to mention, they were both taken. I was up to my neck in frustration, and I didn’t know what I was going to do. Even if they were ever single again, I wouldn’t ever do that to Zacky and Jimmy. That’s something Brian would do, but I just couldn’t. I turned on my Playstation in a sorry attempt to escape my thoughts, and hoped I didn’t freeze up because of them. I had to get my game face on so I could concentrate. No matter what I did, though, it still haunted my mind. I had always loved Parker, there was no denying that. I always told myself differently. I hated Harper’s guts when she left us, but there was just something about her now. I had to forgive her; I had to start over with her. There was no other possibility. I had to move on from the past.

I got a pain in my side where I was stitched up, and tried to forget the events of what happened when I was drugged up. Perhaps I was a little to clingy towards Brian, then. I know that he was freaked out, and I decided that I would keep it up, and get some enjoyment out of it. I remembered what I had heard on the car radio. I was vibrant with hope, happiness flooding through me. When this was all over, I could escape all of this emotion, and concentrate on other things then the on two girls that I loved. That I was in love with. There was no denying it anymore. I tried to push the thoughts down, but I just couldn’t. I would probably have to get Jimmy and Zacky beat it out of me. Make them force me to stay away from them. Distance has proved itself disuseful, though. Just look at how long it’s been since I’ve actually loved Parks, and how long it’s been since I’ve seen her. I had never forgotten about her and Harper. The hurt of what happened would always be with me, but the truth made me feel just a little bit better. I always had dreams reminding me and taunting me about it. I wasn’t able to escape it. It was just like having a nightmare about clowns right after watching ‘It’, except the nightmares never went away, and I feared that they never would.

..::Jimmy’s P.O.V::..

I was getting way too much enjoyment out of the fact that Johnny was handcuffed to a chair. It was also far too convenient for me. I would have to throw Harper a party or something for doing this. It was pure evil genius. Then again, Johnny probably inflicted the punishment on himself, though with Harp, you never really know. She’s like a less annoying girl version of Johnny. I laughed at how I thought that they would be perfect together as I hit him with another paintball. We were running really low on them, but it was all for good use. They served a mighty great use.

I was surprised when I got bored of shooting them, and took a break from it. I put the gun on top of a high shelf; sure that Johnny wouldn’t ever get it. I would now have to think of new ways to torture him. There were too many things I could do with him stuck to a chair. I went back to my room, and crawled into bed. I really wished that I had Parker here with me, but I didn’t know where in the store she was, and quite frankly, I didn’t feel like walking around looking for her. Eventually she’d end up in my arms. I was frustrated when I found it difficult to fall asleep without her, and I deemed it necessary to find her. I looked in her room, Brian’s room, Matt’s room, Harper’s room, Johnny’s room, and Zacky’s room. I looked in the back room, the conference room, and through all of the aisles. She was absolutely nowhere to be found. I walked to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

“Yeah?” I heard her call out.

“I’m sleepy and I need you,” I complained like a five year old.

“I’ll be there in like, ten minutes,” she told me.

“But Jimmy wants Parker now,” I stomped my foot and emphasized ‘now’.

“Well Jimmy’s just going to have to wait for a little bit,” she said, and her voice was kind of harsh. I slouched over, and walked back to my bed. I could wait a few minutes for my bitch, no big deal. I counted the seconds in my head. Yeah, I counted each and every one of them until she walked into my room, and crawled into my arms.

“Jimmy happy now,” I smiled at her, and kissed the tip of her nose, and she giggled.

“Good,” there was a very uneasy expression on her face, and it immediately bothered me.

“What’s wrong,” I asked her. She gulped and look away from me.

“I’m pregnant.”

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