What Women Want
9 – I hate the world today – 9
He had been trying all day – since he discovered his newfound abilities, that is – to find Elizabeth and was not having much luck at all. She'd checked out of the hospital and presumably gone home, except for the fact that Max told him she hadn't returned to the cute little house on Cherry Blossom Lane that she rented and that her son was picked up from daycare by Audrey, meaning that whatever she was doing and wherever she was, Elizabeth wanted some time to herself.
Well, that was too damn bad.
Thanks to his abilities, Jason had learned more about Elizabeth in the past few hours than he'd figured out on his own these past few weeks. Obviously, she needed him. And more important, she needed to tell him something, she needed to talk to him about something. And he wasn't going to give up until he found her and they hashed everything out.
He supposed it was possible that he was cheating with this new skill of his. After all, he'd be able to read Elizabeth's thoughts once they were face to face, but she wouldn't be able to read his. And it wasn't like one could censor one's thoughts; he'd get a clear, unadulterated, entirely genuine look into her mind and heart once they were face to face and started talking.
And whereas Jason honestly would have deliberated over the ethics of such a thing in the past, he found today that he just didn't care. Because he was sick of having half-conversations with her, where he knew that something so profoundly important was lurking under the surface but had been unable to get at it. He was sick of ambiguous remarks and veiled smiles.
Today, one way or another, he'd get to the bottom of it.
He figured that the best place to check, since she wasn't at the hospital or on the docks or at home, was Kelly's. After he broke the news to his sister about Spencer's nanny being in cahoots with Helena, Jason waited around just in case anything happened to Emily's almost-stepchild. Once Nikolas and his men showed up to apprehend Colleen and get Spencer away from her, he was free to leave and so Jason doubled back through the alley around to the main street and headed down the cobbled walk to the diner.
Elizabeth had always loved Kelly's ever since she came to Port Charles. When she was younger, she and Emily used to have cheese fries here after school; just last week, he saw them here eating brownies and drinking milk. Elizabeth always took such good care of herself when she was pregnant.
What is it with all the women in this town being adulterous whores?
Jason turned around and spotted Georgie Jones, no longer Hornsby, getting a patron a soda refill. She had been married to his cousin, Dillon, and Jason had heard that the marriage had been rocky even before Dillon slept with Lulu and Georgie demanded a divorce. Obviously, though she seemed to be a very sweet, forgiving girl, she was still bitter. And Jason didn't blame her.
It must be something in the damn water.
One thing that Jason had learned today, during the short time in which he'd been aware of his abilities, was that women's thoughts were much dirtier than whatever came out of their mouth. So many women that never swore aloud certainly used choice words inside their heads. And Georgie was no exception as she glared at Lulu, who was at present messing up someone's order.
Honestly, what is it with all the women in this town deciding that it would be a great idea to whore it up and skank this town up? Aren't they thinking of the property values? Won't someone PLEASE think of the property values?!
Jason moved to the side as she blew past him, huffing her bangs out of her face. There was another girl that was very quiet in person but obviously not so much on the inside.
I bet I can make a list, too. Let's see, Lulu. Goddamn hussy tramp. Her mother, too, actually. Mom said that she slept with her mother's husband just because she was bored. Too bad that if Lulu used the excuse 'but it runs in the inbred collection of hacks I call a family' on me, it wouldn't wash.
He watched in amazement as she smiled prettily at a customer while thinking all that. Girls must have been specially equipped with some sort of switch that enabled them to look happy and sweet out the outside while they were just seething on the inside. He couldn't decide if that was one of the primary strengths or defects of their kind.
Carly came into town with the express and singular goal of spreading her legs with Tony. Always the classy one. And of course, that's part of her charm. Oh, that's Carly, she'll sleep with anyone, it's just what she does. Yay, isn't Carly beautiful and smart and strong? We should all be like her and probably catch every venereal disease known to man.
Jason frowned at that but Georgie didn't even notice him.
Let's see…even my own sister bartered drugs for sex with that putz Lucky. God, what a waste of a man. And somehow she's the only one to get the bad rep for it? He slept with a minor…in his wife's bed! If he loses his family and Elizabeth never gets back with him, it still wouldn't be all that he deserved. Oh, and of course we can't forget Sam. It's so obvious what she's been doing with first Mister Jacks and then Sonny and then Jason. Having that many boyfriends in that short amount of time? How do these idiot men not see it?
She shook her head while she filled up the sugar shakers.
They think with their dicks, that's why.
Jason didn't quite like that characterization, for obvious reasons.
All they see is a pair of boobs and their scepter with the family jewels is raised for the proclamation. All they need are boobs and a look that says, 'get it here.' And the worst part is…
Her thoughts trailed off as Georgie looked at Lulu, who was breezing past her from the kitchen into the restaurant, humming under her breath.
…they never have to pay for it. They never have to own up to what they did. Not Carly – she's the town heroine, for crying out loud. Not Laura – she's the beloved matriarch, whatever that's supposed to mean. Not Sam – she's miss Everyday Hero. Everyday Hooker is more like it. She lives off of Jason Morgan, who's too dumb to realize that she's probably just using him, and she contributed nothing until someone came along and practically begged her to do this TV show job. Useless, useless women.
"Mike." She undid her apron and folded it, placing it under the counter. "My shift's over. I'm out for the day."
"Have a great day, hon," came the reply from the kitchen.
"Yeah, I bet," Georgie growled, stalking past Jason on her way out of the diner. He let her go without a second glance, careful to keep to himself, and tried not to puzzle over her words.
She was wrong about Sam. She knew nothing about her. Sure, Sam's romantic entanglements with Jax and Sonny had been complicated, but she wasn't using him. And he honestly didn't mind that she spent her days in his home – in their home – and didn't work. It didn't bother him. If anything, she was actually safer if she spent all day in front of the television instead of out and about, so things worked out.
He had just finished convincing himself of this when Lulu spotted him and walked over.
"Hey, Jason." She flipped her bangs out of her face. "Can I get you something? Coffee?"
"Coffee," he nodded. "Black, no sugar."
"Be right back." She went over to the counter, filled him up a paper cup of freshly brewed coffee, sealed the lid in place, and returned. "Here you go. You paying for that now?"
"Just put it on my tab."
"Gotcha."
"Also…" He started to tug on his ear, then remembered what Alexis said about that making him look like a child. "Have you seen Elizabeth around?"
Lulu blinked. "Elizabeth?"
You mean my stupid whore of a sister-in-law who lied to me about being pregnant when I was going through the same thing? That heinous bitch?
Jason gritted his teeth, trying not to let his anger flare up so she could see. "Yeah, Elizabeth."
"Not today. Not here."
Damn it.
"But my shift just started, so she might have been in
here earlier, getting something to go."
God
knows she's always here with Emily or Cam, drinking all that milk.
Way to flaunt a pregnancy, guzzling down a gallon of milk in front of
everyone. Tacky. Thank God that's not me, some mindless frump
schlepping around two kids that do nothing but drain all the energy
out of me, with no life of my own to speak of.
Thank freaking God.
Jason rolled his eyes as he turned to leave. "Yeah. Thanks. I'll find her myself."
You would, he heard her think as he pushed the door open, coffee in hand. You've never been able to let Elizabeth go.
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