Disclaimer: I hope you are enjoying this story as much as
I am writing it. Sonny is, by far, my all-time favorite character on GH. That's
really all I wanted to say here, since you all know that I don't own any of the
GH characters, except for Angel. LOL.
Rating: R, for one intense love scene
True Love Never Dies
Chapter Three: Choices Made
Sonny wasn't going anywhere in particular. Sometimes when he had a lot on his
mind, he took long rides in the car. In the front seat, Francis knew better
than to interrupt his boss when he was in one of his moods. The partition was
up between them to give Sonny the privacy he desired. As the car rode along in
silence, Sonny let his mind wander.
Flashback, February, 1980
Angel clung to Michael. She knew that after tonight, their lives would never
be the same. He was leaving home. Angel didn't know if they would see each
other again. She needed something to keep him in her heart forever.
"Michael?" she whispered into his ear, as she held onto him.
"Make love to me?"
Michael pulled away and looked into Angel's eyes. He was going to ask if she
was sure, but looking into her beautiful brown eyes, he knew the answer. He
kissed her, softly at first, and then as his passion built up, his kisses
intensified.
Angel broke off the kiss. Taking Michael by the hand, she led him upstairs to
her bedroom. Closing the door behind her, Angel led him to the bed. Michael
watched her closely. 'God, I love her,' he thought, 'how am I supposed to leave
her?'
He continued to watch her as she took off her blouse and skirt. Standing in
her bra and panties, she threw her clothes on the floor. Reaching for Michael,
she tugged his shirt out of his jeans and pulled it over his head. Unbuttoning
his jeans, she helped him take them off.
Leaning toward her, Michael kissed her again. It took Angel's breath away. They
fell onto the bed with Michael on top. He leaned back and pulled her on top of
him. Brushing her hair out of her face, Michael smiled. "You are the most
beautiful woman in the whole world."
Angel blushed. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head onto his chest. Inhaling
his scent, she almost cried. Picking up her head, Angel put her finger on his
lips, "no more words tonight, ok?"
She kissed him deeply and they rolled over on the bed. Michael began
trailing kisses down Angel's body, sending her into ecstasy. Reaching her
panties, she lifted her hips off the bed and let him slide them off. Shedding
his own briefs, Michael climbed on top of her and entered her, careful not to
hurt her. Angel moaned her pleasure as Michael thrust deeply inside of her.
When he was spent, Michael rolled off of her. Lying on his side, he watched
Angel for any sign that she regretted their actions.
She didn't say anything. She smiled and traced his face with her finger.
"I love you, Michael," she said, finally.
Smiling, Michael took her hand and kissed it. "I love you too,
sweetheart," he said, quietly, "till my dying day."
End flashback.
***
Zander drove for another hour. He was starting to get tired and his back hurt
from sitting at the wheel for so long. Looking over at Emily, he saw that she
was looking out the window. "You hungry?" he asked.
Emily looked over at him and laughed. "You must have been reading my
mind," she said, "I'm starving!"
Zander laughed. They seemed to be laughing together a lot lately, he thought.
"There's a truck stop coming up in a few miles," he said, "we'll
stop there."
Emily nodded. Things were different between her and Zander than when he first
grabbed her. Before, if he were to suggest stopping anywhere, Emily's first
thought would be of escape. Now, she had no thought of leaving him. She had
promised to help him cross the border safely and that's what she was going to
do.
"You mind if I turn on the radio?" she asked, reaching for the knob.
She flipped on the power and classical music filled the car. Looking at Zander,
she remarked, "I think we can do better than this."
She fiddled with the radio until she heard a familiar melody. 'Heart and Soul'
was playing. "Oh, my God," she whispered.
Zander looked over. "What's wrong?" he asked.
Emily didn't say anything. She sat quietly as the song played. Hearing Juan's
voice coming from the radio brought up so many feelings in her. They had
written the song together. Well, not together. She had written a poem for him
and he set it to music. It was their song and now it was in the airwaves for
the whole world to hear. She was so proud of him. He had done it. He had gotten
a song on the radio. His dream was coming true for him.
Where did that leave her, she thought. Did she want to share it with him? Emily
thought she did, but in the last few months, she and Juan had been drifting
apart. He was changing, as all people do, she supposed, but they weren't
supposed to change away from each other, were they?
The song ended and the DJ's voice came on. "That was Juan Santiago, boys
and girls," he started, "a new artist from L&B Records from right
here in good-old Port Charles. That was his premiere single "Heart and
Soul" by Juan Santiago. It was
dedicated to his girlfriend, Emily Quartermaine. Emily, where ever you are,
Juan is thinking of you."
The DJ went on but Emily stopped listening. Juan had dedicated the song to her.
She didn't know what to think. He really did love her, she thought. After
everything they had gone through this summer, since the rave when she caught
him kissing Alison Barrington, Juan really did love her.
Zander took the next exit off the highway. He pulled into the parking lot of
the truck stop. Stopping at a parking spot in front, he turned to Emily. She
was still lost in thought. Zander cleared his throat, "Emily? Are you
okay?"
Emily came out of her daze. She noticed that Zander had stopped in front of the
diner and was staring at her with concern. Smiling, she assured him,
"don't worry, I'm okay, Zander." Unbuckling her seatbelt and opening
her door, she told him, "let's go. I'm still hungry."
Zander hurried to catch up with her as she got out of the car and walked to the
door of the diner.
***
While Nicholas was down in the lobby, Angel kept herself busy by going through
some of the boxes in the living room. She decided to set up her kitchen first.
She loved to cook and felt that a house wasn't a home unless it had a fully
functioning kitchen. She carried a box into the kitchen and began unpacking it
and putting the items where she had designated. Walking back into the living
room, she opened another box. It was filled with things she had kept from her
children's' childhood. Smiling, she spotted Nicholas' baby book. Pulling it
out, she opened it to the first page. Something fell out onto the floor.
Reaching down to pick it up, Angel saw that it was a sonogram picture. Looking
closely, Angel's smile faded. It wasn't a sonogram of Nicholas. It was the baby
she lost.
Flashback, November 1980
Angel sobbed at her funeral. Her husband, Deke Woods, had killed Michael's
mother, Adele. She cried for Adele, she cried for Michael, and she cried for
the baby she was carrying. Rubbing her stomach, she thought about the baby who
would never grow up to know and love, and be loved by, his grandmother. She
cried for herself too, for she knew that now that Adele was gone, she was not
in a position to care for her child.
Angel looked down at her grandmother, Maria Ramirez. She had known Adele for
years and was crying openly as well.
Knowing that her grandmother was 80 years old, Angel knew that she couldn't ask
her grandmother for help in raising her baby. Who knew how long she had to
live? Angel had no choice. At 16, she was alone. She had no idea where Michael
had gone. She hadn't seen him since the last night they spent together. So, she
had contacted a lawyer to arrange an adoption for her baby.
All of a sudden, Angel doubled over in pain. The pain was so bad, Angel felt
like she was being torn in two. Maria turned around in her chair.
"Mija?" she asked, when she saw Angel's face. Everyone gathered
around her. Angel tried to wave them away so she wouldn't disrupt the funeral,
but she knew that the time had come for her to give birth.
She was rushed to the hospital where she gave birth to a boy six hours later.
He was beautiful, Angel cried, as she held him. The lawyer came to see her two
days later. She only had one request of the lawyer. She asked that whoever
adopted the baby named him "Michael".
End Flashback.
Nicholas broke into her thoughts as he opened the door. "Mom, pizza's
here!"
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