Summary: Ridge was always underestimated because of his family. He couldn't disown the fact that he enjoyed the power and respect, but like everyone, he wanted a chance. Now, after deciding to go against his mother's wishes, Ridge goes to Port Charles to get his second chance, and reunite his parents. Is the really hope for Ridge and his mission to find himself?
Title: Love Lockdown
Chapter 1: When Your Mind's Made Up
Author: Ms. Charity Howard (Mob Princess)
~Story~
He practically danced around the room as he packed his things. Everything he did was in a rhythm that couldn't be stopped. His mother stood at the door, shaking her head to its sides.
As he walked passed her for the millionth time, she finally became annoyed and grasped his arm, pulling him into a hug. For someone in her early fifty's, she still looked amazing. Her hair was still taken care of, silk black, but with a long gray stripe in the front, much like Stacey London. Her complexion was kept the same from since before he was born. While her eyes were still filled with an indescribable emotion.
Unlike her, he had his father's eyes, which his much like his mother's as well: extremely dark and distant. He had heart throbbing dimples, just like his father as well. His ebony tresses were like a million dollars to all the woman, especially hairstylist. They were perfect, natural ringlets that her groomed neatly and combed back to make their length seem shorter. All his dark looks went perfectly with his sun-kissed skin, making everyone weak at their knees.
"Why are you doing this?" Her voice was a tortured whisper. Everyone inch of her body was shivering with a mother's worry. "You know you don't have to…Ridge…"
Ridge pulled her back after giving her a brief hug, their hands were linked together. "Mom, you can come with me, but you can't keep me here forever. I appreciate everything you've ever given me; especially you're part of the family business…" There was a pause, and then she put her hand to his cheek. "I have siblings out there that deserve to finally get to know me while I'm older—"
"I'm still so sorry that Sonny and I split up, Ridge. I tried to give you everything, right down to a family that loves you…" He let her go, and then looked at a photo on his dresser that hadn't been packed yet. On the back it read the names: Michael Corbin (56), Michael 'Sonny' Corinthos Jr. (38), Claudia Antonia Zacchara-Corinthos (33), Dante Angelo Falconeri (23), Michael Morgan Corinthos III (17), Kristina Adela Davis-Corinthos (16), Morgan Stone Corinthos (12), and Ridge Antonio Zacchara-Corinthos (18 months).
That picture was the first and last picture he ever had of him, his siblings, his parents, and grandfather. Not even his Uncles Johnny, Rudy, and Ric were in there, nor his cousins Spencer and Molly. Thankfully though, his grandfather Anthony was out of it and had died before he was born. But still, he wanted all his family in there, though, he was grateful to have even a picture with all his siblings in it.
"Mom, it's not your fault. I've heard the epic story of you and Dad. There are just things we can't get passed, remember? You told me that a long time ago. I don't blame you or Dad for getting a divorce. Just right now, I need to get to know my brothers and sister. They deserve to see how big I've gotten over the past twenty years." Ridge sat at the foot of his striped bed, Claudia going to sit beside him and put her arm around him. Her lips planting a kiss on the top of his head.
"I'm so proud of you baby boy. You've turned out to be the best in your father, and much like your Uncle John…" Both of them studied the picture of when they were all one big, happy family. There was a long silence, but it still wasn't silent at the same time. It was as if they could communicate without words. "Okay…Go to Port Charles, and prepare your old Momma place to live for a while." His matching pools shifted to hers, completely stunned at her choice of words.
"You're seriously gonna come to Port Charles with me?" He set the photo aside, and then turned his body to face hers. It seems like he had done that so many times, especially because of his teen years, and all the times they had gotten in trouble with the law, which probably explained why they didn't have to talk to speak.
"I'm not coming with you. Just give me a couple of weeks or so, and then I'll be over before you know it. Alright?" Claudia took her only son's rough hands, transfixed by all the scars he had gathered over the years.
"Mom…" Ridge called out to her after a while of thinking.
"Yes baby boy?" He rolled his eyes and bit his tongue.
"Why did you leave Port Charles with me, even when you knew I had a lot of family there?" Tears threatened to fall from her pools as she finally came face to face with the one question she didn't want to ever face.
"Ridge," Claudia began after taking her time to think, "I brought you with me back to Italy because not only are you my pride and joy, but I was afraid you would be judged for mine and Sonny's sins…"
"Mom, I already do here!" He quickly lowered his voice after realizing his mistake of yelling. "I love the power, the rush, the respect; I love everything about the mob, except the consequences. But I still want my chance to prove I can be better and that I'm not worse than you and Dad. That I'm not some demonic spawn…"
"I wish I could stop them Ridge…I really do…But it'll be worse in Port Charles!" Claudia folded her arms and counted the tiles on the floor.
"I know it'll be worse in the States, but I still have to get to know my family." His pools showed how much alike they were to that of his father's: dead.
"I understand. And I'm sorry I made you move with me to Italy. But I just didn't want you to stay with Sonny. You're my special little boy, no matter how old you get on me. You can be a grandfather and you'll still be my Baby boy!" The aging woman got up and walked over to her flesh and blood and gently grasped his chin and made him face her. "Now finish getting ready. Remember; find me a decent place to stay when I arrive." Ridge rolled his eyes.
Claudia wiped away a tear as she watched her only child step unto the private jet. She knew it wasn't the end, but she was a mother and she reserved the right to worry. Her body guards didn't question her; common sense had answered them already. "Ms. Zacchara, we should get going by now. It's getting late and you know th---"
"I know Alfonso, I know…" The broad turned on her red stiletto, which surprised everyone that she could still walk in them, and began to walk to the parked vehicle.
So,
If you want something
And you call, call
Then I'll come running
To fight
And I'll be at your door
When there's nothing worth running for
She sat in the window sill of the giant kitchen. Her Uncle Rudy was well on his way to finding himself in a grave with his age, but there he stood, in the doorway, watching his niece. At first, he thought he should have just left her alone, but he knew she needed him. After all, she didn't have anyone else. "Claus, it's gonna be okay, I promise." He came over and sat by her feet.
"What makes you say that?" She sniffled, wiping away another tear.
When your mind's made up
When your mind's made up
There's no point trying to change it
When your mind's made up
When your mind's made up
There's no point trying to stop it
"Cause there was a little girl in red shoes that lived here a long time ago, and she came back and is just fine…" The older Zacchara told about her to her. "Besides, Ridge knows a lot and is a strong kid. He'll be okay without his mom for a few weeks."
Claudia chuckled then leaned over and gave her father figure a weak hug. "You're right; Ridge is a lot like his daddy when it comes to survival, he'll be perfectly fine."
"His dad? Ridge is so much like you Claus, that it ain't even funny." Rudy laughed.
You see
You're just like everyone
When the shit falls all you want to do is run... away
And hide all by yourself
When you're far from me there's nothing else
Finally, she was all alone. No one was able to disturb her. She had no clue why Ridge going to Port Charles was so bad; he had been gone for longer periods of time. But then his question hit her again: "Why did you leave Port Charles with me, even when you knew I had a lot of family there?"
The coldness of the shower smiting her naked body became more intense as she finally collapsed. Claudia felt like a terrible mother. Like she had failed.
It's so hard to swallow your pride, and even worse when you have an ego.
When your mind's made up
When your mind's made up
There's no point trying to change it
When your mind's made up
When your mind's made up
There's no point trying even talking
Morning had come, and she still hadn't received a phone call from Ridge. Her body was in the form of a ball, which wasn't good for a woman in her fifties.
But, his question still rang in her head. Even though she had answered him, she hadn't answered herself. "Why did I take you from your family Ridge? I promised you when you were born that you would always be around your siblings because I got kept away from John…" Claudia said aloud.
When your mind's made up
When your mind's made up
There's no point trying to fight it
When your mind's
Your mind's
Made.....up......
Ah
There's no point trying to change it
When your.....
Oh
Ohh, Ohh
It had been the first time in a very long time that she had sat alone at the table. She was used to even a body guard sitting with her for a meal. But today was different; they all wanted to keep their distance so she could figure things out on her own.
After thirty minutes of just staring at her food, she received a text message saying "Hey mom, made it 2 PC safe. I'll call u at noon. Love ya!" Her lips curled from ear to ear. And her heart felt like it had been lifted.
So
If you ever want something
And you call, call
Then I'll come running.
Ridge observed his surroundings. He had only spent two years of his life here, and didn't remember a thing. The first place that he had gone to was the docks, which stunk ferociously. So bad that he almost regretted wanting to go there.
"New in town?" A feminine voice asked him from behind. When he turned to face the woman, he put on his most devilish and cunning smile and turned to her. She was almost completely opposite of her: Sandy blond hair, Southern accent, baby blue eyes, and a pale complexion.
"Ah, Josslyn, nice to finally meet you!" Ridge's voice was loud and Anthony Zacchara like.
A/N: "When Your Mind's Made Up" is owned by Glen Hansard. I own no legal rights to General Hospital and its characters; however, I do own Ridge. Thanks for reading and keep a look out for updates! Please review and have a blessed day.