Debra Parker Club
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“Aren’t te going to let me in?” Susan asked, and before Deb could react, Susan pushed her aside. She walked straight into the living room, where Mike was setting the table. He looked up and frowned at the unfamiliar woman, then looked at Deb.
“Shall I put a third plate?” he asked uncertain.
“No” Deb replied hastily. “She, eh,…she can’t stay”
“Of course I can stay” Susan protested and she walked towards Mike to shake his hand. “I’m Susan. I’m an old friend of Deb’s”
“Really?” Mike asked slowly, flashing his eyes at Deb, who helplessly pulled up her shoulders....
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7 months later…
It was a long drive from Nottingham to Woodbridge, but since Emma hadn’t replaced Simon’s phone, and he hadn’t seen an opportunity to steal someone else’s, this was the only option left. Max wanted inside information, and she was going to get it.
He figured his best chances at finding her were at agent Weston’s house, where Deb also lived. He half and half hoped Deb would be home. It would be nice to talk, like they used to.
He parked his car in front of the house, got out and rang the bell.
A couple yards further Alex was looking through a fieldglass, and talking on...
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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 te doing here?”
“That is no way to say hello to your parents, Michael” Mrs. Weston reproached him. “Fortunately your girlfriend is much politer”
“My...
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Rob entered the ‘Blueberry Cafe’ and scanned the entire spazio with his eyes, until he noticed Annabel sitting at the bar. Her boyfriend wasn’t there.
He walked up to the bar, and coughed to get her attention. “Evening, Anna” he said.
Annabel gasped as she recognized his voice, but focused on her drink rather than to face him.
“I can’t help but notice Little John is nowhere to be seen” Rob noted, his voice so low only Annabel could hear it.
“What do te want, Rob?” Annabel hissed, feeling her body tense from head to toe. “Vincent will be back any minute”
“You have something...
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Rob parked his car across the ‘Dahlia Dancers’, tapping the steering wheel anxiously. A police furgone, van was parked right in front of the club.
His phone rang in his pocket, and he pulled it out quickly.
“What’s going on?” he asked nervously.
“You don’t want to come in here” Claudia replied vaguely. Then she elaborated: “One of the girls talked. The feds are all over the place. They want to talk to you”
“I’ll talk to them, alright?” Rob promised. “I just need to get something first. Can te buy me some time?”
“What about tonight? We’re supposed to open in an hour” Christina...
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Max frowned. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve sworn Mike’s eyes were shining. “I’m sorry te had to hear this”, she detto carefully.
“Yeah” Mike said. “Thank you. I’ll take care of it. I’ll see te tomorrow”
“Really? I thought I was fired” Max muttered surprised.
“Just don’t pull out your gun” Mike warned her. “Unless it is to protect her, of course” He thought about that for a second, and added: “Don’t tell her I detto that. I don’t think she would appreciate it”
“My lips are sealed” Max commentato dry. “See te tomorrow, then” She walked...
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For several minuti Deb’s breathing was the only sound she heard, until she heard the front door open. She froze, and waited for footsteps to echo down the hall. As detto footsteps became louder, as they approached the kitchen, Deb turned around, and braced herself.
Max stood a few meters away from her, her hands up in a surrendering gesture. “Mike called me. detto he’d left”
She took up the courage to sposta a little closer, and as she did, she noticed the key on the ground. “You dropped something. Hold on, I got it” Before Deb could respond, Max had already dived for the key. “Here...
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Deb and Mike’s lips were still locked to one another’s when the door opened, and Claire walked in.
“Oh, God, I’m so sorry” she apologized, when she realized what she had interrupted.
Deb and Mike let go of each other, and looked at Claire, anticipative. “No problem” Mike said. “You have any news on Ryan?”
“Actually, that’s what I came for” Claire replied. “He’s awake. I, uh, I thought you’d like to know”
“Thanks, Claire” Mike answered. “How’s he doing?”
“He’s still sore” Claire replied, with a grimace. “Those…people” She spit the word out...
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A week had passed, and no one had come to visit Deb. Because Deb hadn’t told anyone.
“Why not?” Susan asked one day, during lunch. “I mean, I get that it’s not something to be proud of, but…don’t te miss them? Don’t te want to see them?”
“I don’t miss my parents” Deb said, irritated. “But, I guess I miss my sisters. I haven’t seen Beth in four years. I want to know how she’s doing”
Susan nodded understandingly. “I miss my brother all the time. We write a lot, but it’s difficult for him to get here. He’s the reason I’m here”
“What do te mean?” Deb...
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As soon as Deb lay down the pen, and closed the notepad, Rob snatched it out of her hand.
“I’m sorry” he hurried to say. “I just want the police to get this as soon as possible. The sooner we can set things in motion, the sooner te will be exonerated from this nonsense”
Deb nodded, nervously, but with high hopes. If Rob would take care of it, she wouldn’t have to worry.
Rob gave her a soft baciare on the cheek, and then left. In the hallway he encountered a man in a suit, heading for Deb’s room.
“I’m sorry, who are you?” Rob asked suspicious.
“James Hyland, attorney” Mr....
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Rob returned with a notepad, and a pen. He gave both items to Deb and sat down. “They’ll be here soon” he explained. “They asked if te could write your statement down, and sign it. It would save them some time, and they would see it as a sign of cooperation. It’s really important that te cooperate, Deb. Do te understand that?”
Deb nodded scared. What the hell had she gotten herself into?
Rob nodded at the notepad. “Just remember what I told you, and write it down”
Deb gazed at the notepad, swallowed, and opened it. The blank page, staring back at her, looked so uninviting she wanted to shut the book, and smash it against the wall.
“You can do it” Rob encouraged her softly. “I’ll be with you, every step of the way”
Those words seemed to do the trick, because Deb conjured a faint smile, and started writing…
Deb witnessed how a police officer was staring at the back of her car. She was hiding behind the corner of the building.
She had resumed her waiting duties, hoping Rob would still pay her for them. Every now and then Christina would shake her head at her, as if she wanted to say: ‘Girl, te have no idea of the trouble te put yourself in’
Deb had started to wonder what took Rob so long-surely he wasn’t finishing the job himself, was he?-when he returned to the lounge, just when sirens, right outside the building, were heard.
Deb’s eyes had widened in panic, and Rob had responded with...
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Rob stopped the car outside a small restaurant. “Are te hungry?”
Deb looked at the restaurant. “Rob, this looks really expensive”
“Hey, nothing is too expensive for my girl” Rob protested. “Besides, it’s your birthday”
Deb rolled her eyes and laughed. “Okay, fine, then” She let Rob walk her to the restaurant, and he ordered a tavolo for two.
“I owe te an explanation” Rob said, as they both picked up a menu. “I didn’t want to fall off the face of the earth like that. But I really didn’t have a choice”
“I understand” Deb smiled. “You’ve explained it all in...
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Deb’s happiness was short lived. That evening she witnessed Rob being arrested, and the staff members that were on that hallway, rotated their heads to her, and she stood there in shock.
“Debra, can I talk to te for a moment?” Miranda asked, kind, but insisting. She lay her hands on Deb’s shoulder and pushed her inside her office.
“Have a seat” Miranda gestured at the chair in front of her desk. Deb sat down and nervously played with her fingers. “I know this won’t be easy for you, Debra” Miranda started, folding her hands. “But I need to know exactly what happened between...
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A while later Deb got another visitor, her mother this time. She put her hands on her sides and looked reproaching at Deb.
“Get up, child, and get dressed” she ordered. “Dale is expecting you. He wants to have breakfast with you”
“Mom” Deb moaned, holding her stomach. “Can te please tell Dale I’m really not up for it? I feel sick” She had barely detto it, when a new portion of vomit escaped her throat. “You have to take me to the hospital. Please, I won’t try to run”
“Nonsense” Mrs. Parker shook her head. “I will discuss this with Dale. He’ll tell us what to do”...
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Because Deb hadn’t slept at all, she had no idea what time it was. All she knew, was that her stomach protested heavily, and she had to push herself up, in order to get, whatever it was that was upsetting her stomach so much, out.
She wiped her mouth, with the back of her hand, and then wiped her hand on what was left of the dress.
The basement door slammed, and she sat up, her eyes wide in fear. She recognized Agnes’ voice as Agnes was Canto and humming a song.
“Because I’m happy. Clap along if te feel like a room without a roof. Because I’m happy. Clap along if te feel like...
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The dripping noise, that had sounded for about three minuti so far, was driving Annabel crazy.
“Did te forget to close the tap?” she asked annoyed. There was a washing tavolo against the wall, opposite Deb’s bed.
Deb didn’t reply.
“Great” Annabel mumbled, and she swung her legs off the bed, and put her feet on the ground. She cursed, when she stepped into something wet and tepid.
She reached for her lamp, and switched it on. When she realized she was standing in a puddle of blood, and Deb’s bleeding wrist hung lifelessly over the edge of the latter’s bed, she moaned.
She strolled...
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The successivo morning someone knocked softly on the door of the storage room. Deb slowly opened her eyes and sat up.
“Come in” she detto sleepy.
The door opened and a girl entered the room.
“Mom says te have to get up” she detto sweet. She was blond, too, but hers was a darker, a warmer shade.
Debra nodded and got out of bed. She turned to the letto and made it up. That was one of the house rules.
She walked to the door where the girl took her hand. She was a little surprised with the gesture, but smiled gratefully.
“My name is Lana” the girl introduced herself. “You’re Debra, right?...
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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 da the car, while he would take a look at what was going on.
But it was cold outside and so five minuti later Deb snuck inside...
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It was the middle of the night and Mike lay fast asleep in Deb’s bed. He was snoring loudly, even drowning out the sound of footsteps coming closer with every second.
However fast asleep Mike was, he was wide awake when a bucket of ice cold water poured down on his face like a brick.
He sat up bolt right, shouting and sputtering. He looked up and his eyes widened.
“Deb” he swallowed. He looked at the soaked sheets. “I promise I can explain” he laughed nervously.
Deb quickly walked towards him and before he knew it she slapped him hard across the face.
“Aaahh!” Mike yelled offended....
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