Another challenge from the one and only Deb! She really is the sole reason I have got back in to the swing of things. She's amazing! Another huge thanks for my Beta Rachel. This will be another, every other day type of posting, except it will be posted the day after Do You Dare? posting schedule, so it means you'll end up waiting an extra day for this one, to begin with. Again the schedule will be followed as closely as possible, but my dad will always be first, he needs me more :) Hope you enjoy and will let me know what you think!
I've Gone Awry
Prologue
"Angel, my ass"
She knew going to this wedding was a bad idea, even more so than faking it for people she no longer felt remotely close to.
If she was honest with herself, something she hadn't been in a really long time, she would have understood, back when Lucky came back, that her love, her ties were barely on the surface, a sense of obligation not love, if you would.
At first she didn't even register the disturbance in the room, so caught up in her own thoughts. It wasn't until she saw people surrounding the newcomers that she finally became aware of anything other than her thoughts.
Ric stood in front of the open door, openly watching her, belatedly, Elizabeth figured he must have said something and was expecting some kind of reaction; her woolgathering had prevented one thus far.
She could tell though, that whatever he had said deserved something, because his smile was practically that of the Joker from Batman, it was predatory.
"Ric, what the hell are you doing here, Luke and Laura are trying to make new memories, to pledge their lives to one another. Don't you think, whatever it is you 'Just Have' to say, could wait till morning."
Perhaps those other ties she thought she had, that held her to this city, were in fact gone as well.
"I am sure it could wait till morning but I thought this group would like to know that Jason and Sam are on the run supposedly, but some think they might be dead…"
Nope, not all ties are dead and gone, not at all.
Suddenly the room felt forty degrees hotter, the miniscule amount of food she had manage to force down at this sham of a wedding, was quickly revolting.
The light in the room was fading from bright to dim with lighting speed. Trying her damnedest to keep her knees locked, proved to be an effort in futility. No sooner had she thought it was working, than she was slumped on the hard tiled floor.
For a few blissful moments, nothing and no one existed, just her and a black void that held her like a lover, its embrace fully welcomed.
All too soon, Elizabeth was being pulled from the dark recesses of her mind and the oblivion where there was no certainty that Jason was either dead or quite possibly on the run for the rest of his life.
Her next cognisant thought was, that Lucky Spencer was once again too close, his fetid breath making her already unsettled stomach roll more so.
"Liz, how do you feel, is everything alright?"
"I am sprawled out on the floor genius, what do you think? Furthermore, why are you the uselessly inept police officer trying to help me, when one with any brains would think that someone with medical knowledge would be the smarter choice?"
"Gosh, cranky much, I am your fiancé; I am doing what I can for the love of my life, the key to my lock…"
Not thinking about what she had promised, even though said promise was made under coercion, so should be null and void…
In a firm and unmistakable voice Elizabeth said, "We are not engaged, we will never be engaged again. We are over, caput, done, finished, ended, terminated, completed, concluded, finalized. There is nothing to beat of this dead horse. Are you understanding me, do you compute what I have just told you?"
The shocked intakes of breath from around the room and the muted tones that soon followed, was akin to the stupid, blonde, big breasted girl running up the stairs, when the killer is right behind her, instead of out the front door.
Of course there are always one or two fools per crowd, maybe more here in Port Charles.
Batter up, Elizabeth thought as Laura made her way to the front of the room, directly in front of her.
"Liz, I am positively horrified that you would talk to Lucky like that, you love him and need to apologize before he won't marry you and be a father to your illegitimate brat."
No sooner did Laura finish than Lulu just had to have her say. "You ungrateful tramp, you'd be nothing without Lucky, he is the only strong man left in the city who would want your useless ass."
Enter the bumbling, inept father, Elizabeth thought to herself. "Liz Webber, I don't what the hell is wrong with you, but you need to figure it out soon. My cowboy has been a saint waiting around on you to get better after that dirty business of your rape…"
Before she allowed him to finish his thoughts, Elizabeth held her hand up, demanding silence.
"I see you and the rest of the Spencer's are as delusional today as you were twenty years ago or more. Firstly, Laura, people in glass houses, should not throw stones or would you like to talk about your illegitimate brat, hmm? Lulu, I'd suggest keeping your lips zipped, but like all Spencer's; your lips are never closed for long. Ever heard of breathing through your nose? Plus, aren't you the one who just got done killing a Quartermaine heir? Luke, poor pitiful Luke…You really feel that confident in bring up my rape, shall we dance out your transgressions, you raping your mentally challenged wife, but wait, she isn't your wife, that would be Tracy wouldn't it?"
Noticing she had everyone's attention, whether she wanted it or not, Elizabeth continued. "There is not enough drugs, liquor or shackles that could keep me cuffed to you or your narcissistic family. I'd rather battle a giant T-Rex, a great white shark or even alien invaders. At least with them, a battle of wits might actually turn into one, not a kindergarten schoolyard tantrum."
Elizabeth looked at Lucky as he was once again getting ready to not impart his wisdom… "You can't leave me that is my baby you are carrying." He said it with a great big smile, so heaven forbid, she must have to listen…
"Aww, poor delusional Lucky, are you talking about this baby?" She asked as she rubbed her slightly rounded belly.
"No, the one the stork is going to bring us."
"Lucky, seriously, lay off the drugs! Whatever passed for a brain, no longer exists. Nevertheless, this baby I am carrying isn't yours. You have no claim on it, Cameron or me, so kiss me goodbye you pathetic fool."
Elizabeth sniggered as the idiot tried to do just that. After junk punching him and watching him howl like a dying animal, she turned, looked everyone in the eyes, gave them a middle finger salute and walked out of the house.
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She stood in front of her vehicle for a few minutes, trying to calm her thoughts, nerves and heart, it wouldn't be smart to tear out of here and end up injured. God, she thought, could you imagine the ignorance of the Spencer's trying to care for me… A loud guffaw of laughter spilled from her lips, tinged with just a trace of hysterics.
"Miss Webber, I don't mean to interrupt, but Mrs. Monica asked me to let you know that Reginald or I would be happy to keep Master Cameron for the night, if you would like."
Her laughter slowed but the hilarity of the situation didn't abate completly, but enough to sound like a rational thinking person. "Alice, thank Doctor Quartermaine for me. I think that is the best offer I have received in years. I can't thank you enough, tonight I fear is not even over for me yet. Can you let them all know – not the Spencer's though – that I will be back in the morning.
She turned away but quickly moved back to the large woman. She hugged the burly maid in thanks before rushing to her car and away.
Once a suitable distance away, she pulled over to the side of the road and finally let the tears come. They blinded her in their intensity. Now, she felt a completely different type of hysterics overtake her. Screaming into the quiet car to quell some of her nerves, she whispered vehemently. "You bastard, you better be alive or I'll kill you myself!"
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