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Chapter 1
She practically stomped down the stairs to meet the rest of her family waiting at the front entrance of their home. She wasn't in a good mood since her parents were forcing her to go to another stupid party. She noticed her siblings waiting by the door, eager to get going. She wasn't shocked by their anxiousness, they both loved attending these events just like their parents did. Her parents were so proud of them, mingling, rubbing shoulders with the other rich kids of the town. Especially their mother, who was a social butterfly herself and just rejoiced that her children were keeping good company among the other spoilt brats, as Elizabeth would call them.
Well Caroline was proud of at least two of her children. Her 22 year old brother Steven, who was their perfect first born son and Sarah, the 19 year old perfect first born daughter. Which left her, Elizabeth Webber, the third born screw up, which meant the second born screw up daughter. Which actually meant, in her mother's own words, the 17 year old devil who was sent to punish her for some unknown reason. The devil's spawn who was sent to make her life hell. Elizabeth was a big disappointment to her mother, not because she didn't resemble her siblings with their intelligence, popularity, good looks. No, it was apparently because Elizabeth didn't follow rules, her rules, she didn't fall in line with how a Webber should act, dress or speak. To Caroline Webber, Elizabeth was a difficult child who refused to act accordingly within their society. The elite society that tended to charity balls, high class functions and perfectly organized events of the rich and powerful.
Just as Elizabeth hit the bottom step her mother practically growled, "You are not leaving the house dressed like that" eyeing her daughter's short skirt with disgust
Elizabeth stood straight with arms crossed and spoke with sarcasm, "oh! Damn it, and I was really looking forward to going"
"Don't get smart with me young lady" Caroline pointed up the staircase and demanded, "You go right back up there and change this minute" her hand waved frantically up and down Elizabeth's outfit, "That is not appropriate"
"She looks hot" came from Steven who was standing behind Caroline, his mother turns to glare at him causing him to shrug, "She does"
Seeing Sarah waiting impatiently to the side she informed the red-faced woman, "There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing" she slaps her hands down onto the front of her thighs indicating her black skirt, "This! $300 Gucci" flipping the black shirt front she adds, "$450 Versace" then lifting her leg to give her mother a closer look at he knee high black leather high heeled boots, Elizabeth says, "$800 pair of..." narrowing her eyes in contemplation her mother interrupts...
"Do not do that, you will get worry lines way too early"
Losing her patience Sarah steps forward, "Mother, there is nothing wrong with what Elizabeth is wearing" pointing at her younger sister explaining, "She looks fine, now we need to go. Daddy is waiting in the car"
"For God's sake, Sarah! She looks like she's going to a funeral" Caroline replies as Sarah guides her by the elbow towards the door, "a hookers funeral" she mumbles with disgust while Steven holds the door open for his sisters and mother to pass through.
The Quartermaine's were one of the elite & powerful families of Port Charles and were hosting one of their annual parties tonight. A party to celebrate the 16th birthday of one of their own, Emily Quartermaine. Birthdays at the Quartermaine mansion were always an over the top affair. Always in attendance were their elite circle of friends that consisted of business men and doctors along with their families.
The mansion was filled with family members. Lila Quartermaine's family. She was in charge of the house hold while her husband Edward was in charge of the business and with their children, Alan and Tracy along with their own families all lived under the same roof.
Alan and his wife with their three children, AJ, Jason and Emily occupied four rooms on the east side of the mansion. Tracy, a single mother at the moment, had two sons Ned, with his wife Lois, and her youngest Dillon were also living with her on the west side of the property. Everyone had their own room and privacy but Lila's rules of the home was for the whole family to be joined together at breakfast and dinner times, no questions. The house hold ran like clock work at Lila's directions with kitchen staff, a butler, gardener and a few maids.
Tonight was perfectly organized with the main room decorated beautifully. Fairy lights with pink and silver balloons floated across the ceiling. Pink and white flower centre pieces sat on all tables that would seat the 200 guests, which some had arrived already, congregating in the party room.
Jason was sitting alone at one of the tables with a beer in hand watching his brother and sister conversing with the guests as they arrived. He didn't want to be there, he was forced to attend his sister's birthday bash by his parents who thought it was a better choice than hiding away in his bedroom. They told him that ignoring his life within the Quartemaine family wasn't going to change anything, even though he changed his last name to Morgan. He was still a part of their family and was expected to be at any family functions. They had gone on and warned him that if he thought about leaving to go hang out at the local dive of a bar he frequented, it wouldn't be appreciated or tolerated either, especially by Emily, since it was her special day. And they had insisted that both her brothers needed to be here. But Jason thought differently though, he thought either would have been a better choice than having these people, his parents friends and associates either stare at him all night waiting for one of his outbursts or hounding him with question after question on what it was like to lose all his memories.
He came to the conclusion that these people weren't asking him just to be polite or genuinely cared for him. No, they were full of questions only curious to see how brain damaged he really was. They would assume he didn't know much of anything and once their interrogation was shot down they were all shocked to find out his intelligence was still intact but apparently his manners and temper weren't. If it wasn't one of those kind of people that Jason had the displeasure of meeting it was another kind. This kind pissed him off the most, the ones who had idolised Jason Quartermaine, the ones who would go on and on about how fucking wonderful he used to be. Apparently Jason Quartermaine was a saint. The golden boy who did no wrong. It made Jason sick every time he heard how terrific he used to be. He had heard many words to describe the old him, awesome, brilliant, honourable, loyal, just to name a few. Jason had other words in mind though, dick head, ass licker, suck up, moron, dumb fuck, and they were just the nicer words he used. But forgetting about all that for now and putting all his anger and emotions aside for tonight because he had to be here for Emily and the family, especially at his grandmother's heartfelt request.
Jason came out of his thoughts when someone sat down across the table. Taking a sip of beer he watched her, all prim and proper in her designer label outfit, no doubt that's what she was wearing like every other girl there. She politely says hello and pours herself a soda after Jason had acknowledged her with a nod. He doesn't know her or recognise her but wonders why she would sit at his table on purpose. All teenaged and single women have been told to stay away from him, their parents had warned their daughters that they were to keep right away from the brain damaged delinquent. Jason would laugh, could he actually be described as a delinquent when in fact he was a legal adult at 21. He glanced up in the women's direction when another person stood next to her by the table. Steven greeted Jason, "Hey, mind if we sit at your table?"
Knowing who Steven was, Jason responds, "Sure" he didn't mind. Steven was AJ's best friend so he got to know him when he came around to hang out with his brother. At least he had the decency to ask before he sat, unlike the rude woman Steven sat beside.
Steven grabbed the wine from the ice bucket situated in the middle of the table and poured himself a glass, directing his question to Jason, "Have you met Robin, my girlfriend?" Indicating the rude woman beside him
Robin replied for him, "We just did" telling Steven while ignoring Jason
Jason had automatically promoted Robin from a rude bitch to a snot nose bitch. He was sure by the end of the night she would be promoted again. Not to make a deal about it and embarrass Steven, Jason agrees, "Yeh we did" then turned away to look elsewhere so he wasn't tempted to say more and cause any drama. Glancing around the room he noticed the room was quite full and all 200 guests must have arrived by now.
Over the next half hour or so Jason was forced to keep his opinions to himself as he watched the guests coming and going by his table until all the remaining seats were filled. He was stuck at a table with Steven, Robin, who Jason had promoted again to a selfish controlling SheDevil. He felt sorry for Steven but it was his choice, and he wasn't involved in their lives so he didn't care. AJ was also at his table with his girlfriend Carly. Jason didn't mind Carly either, she wasn't like the other spoilt bitches in their family circle she was more down to earth and had a sense of humour. The rest of the seats were occupied by AJ's friends all chatting away about their perfect lives and what was to be their perfect future's. Jason had tried to tune them out but in between the appetisers and the entree's one by one started questioning him on what he wanted to do with his life, where did he want to work, did he want to study blah blah blah. AJ had even tried to redirect the discussion a couple times knowing how Jason felt but that only led them to mention Jason Quartermaine and start informing him how Mr Fucking Wonderful really was, like Jason hadn't heard it two thousand times over. Jason had enough and left the table quietly with out a word. He needed air, fresh air to be able to breathe and think clearly. Heading towards the back doors he makes his escape.
Elizabeth sat wondering how the hell she got stuck on a table with Sarah and her stuck up friends and their sleazy boyfriends. Well it could have been because she didn't have any other choice other than her parents table. And that definitely wasn't going to happen or she had her brothers table where that snot nose girlfriend of his was sitting and if Elizabeth had to sit in public with that bitch there was certainty that a fight would break out and police called so trying not to embarrass her mother anymore than she has Elizabeth thought Sarah's table was the better choice. That was until Lucky, Sarah's boyfriend Nikolas's brother, stuck his hand on her thigh while leaning closer, "Make sure you save a dance for me..." Sliding his hand down to her knee, "a slow dance" he winked and then squeezed lightly
Elizabeth didn't want to cause a scene and have the paramedics called so she leans over and whispers, "Not on your life Sucky" she quietly gets up and squeezes his shoulder as tight as she can and says, "especially with that booger hanging from your nose" glancing back as she makes her way to the exit doors Elizabeth sees Lucky weaving through, very quickly, between the tables with a hand over his nose. She was pretty sure he went in search for a mirror.
Just as Elizabeth was about to reach the exit she spots a bottle of tequila on the bar. Making a slight detour to grab it then continues on her trek that would get her away from the stuffy crowd.
