Carly folded her arms and stared out the window. Behind her she could hear
Lucas and Michael playing together in the living room. She'd been staying
with Bobbie since she was released from the hospital. When she arrived she
was surprised to see all her and Michael's things at the Brownstone.
Leticia was there also and she informed her that Mr. Corinthos had ordered
her to pack their things up and bring them over. Carly rolled her eyes. He
probably needed the privacy to go crazy and trash the place. Can't lose
control with a nanny and a toddler in tow.
She sighed and brushed her hair out of her eyes. Maybe it was better this
way. Maybe she and Sonny shouldn't see each other at all. The sight of him
would only remind her of what she lost and that would just hurt too much.
However Bobbie was still pushing for her to go to see him. Every morning
she would start in on Carly and every night they would be the last words on
her lips. It was so irritating and Carly knew Bobbie thought she would wear
her down after awhile.
"Carly, I'm home." Bobbie announced. She paused to drop a kiss on Lucas and
Michael before coming over to Carly. "How are you today?"
"I'm fine, Mom." Carly rolled her eyes. "You ask me that everyday. Let me
just let you know, the answers going to be the same tomorrow, the day after
tomorrow, and a week from tomorrow."
Bobbie pushed past her snarky remark. She was used to Carly's bad mood.
The only one Carly opened up to was Michael. "So…"
"I should go see Sonny, yadda yadda yadda. I already know what you were
going to say." Carly brushed past her and walked out of the room. Bobbie
followed behind.
"That's not what I was going to say. However…"
"You know what. Fine!" Carly threw her hands up in the air. "You want me to
go see Sonny? All right I will. I'll stop by later. We'll fight for a few
minutes, I'll come back and you'll be happy? Is that all?"
"Actually, I was just going to tell you that A.J. was released today."
Bobbie folded her arms.
At the mention of A.J.'s name Carly froze up. She forced herself to strike
a nonchalant pose. "And I care because?"
Bobbie studied Carly closely. "I just wanted to let you know just in case."
"Knowing he was somewhere out there didn't help before." Carly said
quietly. "Shouldn't he be in jail. I distinctly remember pressing charges
and if Sonny was able to drag himself out of his drunken stupor I bet he
did too."
"About that…" Bobbie licked her lips and hesitated.
Carly whirled around. "What happened?"
"Honey, you know how much power the Quartermaines wield in this town…"
"What happened!" Carly screeched.
"Shush. Keep your voice down." Bobbie hushed her.
Lucas ran into the room. "What's going on?"
"Nothing sweetie, go back to Michael, he's too little to be by himself."
Bobbie told him. She laid her hand on Carly's arm. "A.J. basically got a
slap on the wrist."
"That's all?" Carly's eyes widened. "That slime deliberately ran into me
and Sonny and he *walked*?"
"It's unfair, I know," Bobbie began.
"Unfair, it's f****** wrong!" Carly roared, this time a little lower. She
started pacing back and forth. "Does Sonny know?"
Bobbie shrugged. "I don't know. I haven't seen him since the night of the
accident. No one has."
"I told you he's locked up in that damn penthouse feeling sorry for
himself."
"And you're feeling sorry for yourself." Bobbie pointed out. "Hmm, I wonder
what's wrong with this picture."
"Don't be a smart aleck." Carly shot back. "It's not attractive on you."
"I'm just saying—"
"I know what you're saying." Carly interrupted. "You think one measly
little talk with Sonny is going to cure me and I'll forget all about *her*.
And what I did."
"It's not supposed to cure and you shouldn't forget. It's going to help.
It's going to get you started. Trust me." Bobbie vowed. "See him today,
tell him about A.J. and start a dialogue. This will be good for you two."
"So you say." Carly chewed her lip doubtfully.
~*~*~
Carly stepped off the elevator and walked over to the penthouse. She smiled
at Johnny who was on duty as usual. He smiled back. "How you feeling, Miss
Benson?"
"Carly." She corrected out of force of habit. She patted his cheek. "I'm
not a hundred percent better. Hell, I'm not even twenty percent but I know
it's going to take some time. Is Sonny in?"
"He hasn't left the penthouse at all." Johnny whispered in concern. "He's
not dealing with this well."
"Who is? I'm going in." Carly started to open the door but stopped her.
"Maybe that isn't such a good idea." Johnny said.
"Don't worry, I know how to handle him when he gets like this." Carly
swore. "But thanks for looking out for me."
She slowly opened the door and walked inside. As she looked around the
darkened destroyed room she felt her heart break. She had been expecting it
and she'd seen it before but the devastating impact was still the same. "Oh
Sonny…" She murmured.
"What is it?" His voice came from the couch.
He was stretched out on his back, one hand clutching a bottle of liquor and
his bloody shirt in the other. She took in the fact that he didn't look as
bad as she'd expected. He was wearing the same clothes and it was obvious
that he hadn't had a bath. But his eyes didn't have that wild out of
control look he had last time and for that she breathed a little easier.
She wouldn't have to be scared of what he might say or do this time.
"I knew you'd do this. I knew you'd get back on that self-destructive
track." Carly said as she stepped through the mess and came over to the
couch. She sat down on the coffee table and dropped her purse on the
floor. "You want something to eat? I was hoping I wouldn't have to make
cleaning up after your breakdowns a habit but you just can't help yourself,
huh?"
"You'll be proud of me then." He sat up with a loud groan. He passed the
bottle to Carly who placed it on the floor and he balled the shirt up in
his lap.
He rubbed his face over his hands and groaned again. "I was starting
to…come out of it I guess you could say before you showed up. The alcohol
was just so I could sleep with out having to see your face back in the
limo… And most of this was just my frustration about the situation."
Carly ignored his comment about her and curled her feet up under her. "So I
guess you heard about A.J. then?"
"A.J.? No, I haven't gone out. You know a sandwich would be good right
about now." He stood up and started to walk around.
"Get it yourself," Carly snapped. "This isn't like last time, this isn't
about just your pain. I have pain too. I'm not going to act like your
nursemaid. You're not desperate, you don't need my help."
Sonny gave her an odd look and rubbed the back on his neck. "Okay. I'll get
my own. What were you saying about A.J.?"
"He's free." Carly spat out.
"He's free?" Sonny repeated.
"Yeah, he got off scott free. It's really all about who you know." Carly
scowled.
Sonny scowled also. "Damn it. Don't worry, I'll—"He started to say he'll
take care of it but fortunately caught himself. He remembered the last time
he was supposed to 'take care of it' and look what happened that time. "So
that's why you came over?"
"That and Bobbie has this *wonderful* idea that we should deal with…things
together." Carly said sarcastically.
Sonny walked back over to the couch and sat in front of her. He nodded
slowly. "She's right."
"This is Bobbie we're talking about here." Carly pointed out. "And you need
a bath."
He grimaced. She was right but that wasn't the point. "During one of my few
lucid moments I realized that I can't do this alone again. I can't."
"And my talking to you is supposed to help." Carly said skeptically. She
started to rise from the coffee table but Sonny grabbed her arm and forced
her back down. "Hey!"
"Sit down. We need to talk about this. My way of dealing and I bet your way
of dealing isn't cutting it. We need to hash it out."
"I don't want to talk about it. Talking about it just makes it hurt even
more and I can't take anymore." Carly's voice broke.
Sonny rubbed his chest. "That's why we have to talk about this."
"And what happens after that? Am I supposed to forget about her?"
"No, it's just a way to get rid of the pain." Sonny closed his eyes.
"That's all I want, don't you want the same thing?"
Carly stared down at the floor. She mumbled. "I want the same thing. So
what do we do now?"
"We go to the island." Sonny said surprising her.
Her head snapped up. "What? Why?"
"I can't stay here in Port Charles. Can you?" He gave her a deep probing
look.
"But…" On the island she'd been happy, she and the baby. "No, uh-uh, not
the island. Why do we have to go away?"
"Carly…" He ran his hand through his hair. "A little talk this afternoon
isn't going to help. We need a lot of time together without any
distractions."
"But the island?" Carly protested weakly.
"Look, it'll be just for a few days."
Carly reluctantly gave in. "When do you want to leave?"
"I can have the plane ready by tonight."
"Tonight?" Carly frowned. "That doesn't give me enough time to get Michael
packed up."
"No Michael." Sonny said. "Michael's not coming with us and neither is
Johnny or any of the other guards."
Carly sat back. "I don't think I like this. A.J. is still out there."
"It'll be better if Michael stays with Bobbie. We need to focus on each
other. Look, I'll double his guard if it'll make you feel better." Sonny
held his breath. He knew he was in no position to promise her anytime after
failing her.
Carly sighed and rubbed her temples. The sooner they leave; they could come
back and never have to see each other again. "All right, all right. Just
take a shower, man."
He shook his head. "Come on, I'll walk you out."
Carly climbed off the coffee table and picked up her glass. "Watch your
step, there's glass over there."
Sonny opened the door and Johnny turned around expectantly. He passed by
him and went to the elevator. "How'd you get here?"
"Took a cab. I'll get one downstairs."
"No, go to the garage, tell the guys I said you could take the car."
"But—" She started to protest but he cut her off. "Just do it."
She sighed and got in the waiting elevator. Sonny waited until the doors
had closed before speaking to Johnny. "Find out where A.J. is. And I need
someone in here to clean up. Also get the plane ready to go tonight."
"Going somewhere boss?" Johnny asked.
Sonny stopped at the door and gave Johnny a long look. "Yeah, Carly and I
are going to Vieques. Alone."
Johnny stared at Sonny curiously as he made his way into the penthouse. He
wasn't sure what to make of the remark but he could tell that it was loaded
with a meaning that only Sonny understood.
~*~*~
"So how did it go?" Bobbie pounced on Carly as soon as she came into the
door.
"I have to pack. Sonny and I are going away." Carly muttered. She stalked
into her room.
"What?" Bobbie followed. "I said just talk to the man not go away with
him."
"Yeah well this is the way he wants to talk. Me, him, alone on a island."
Carly smirked. "Doesn't that sound great? We were barely able to keep from
killing each other before now that I'm not…this is going to be a disaster."
"Then maybe you shouldn't go with him." Bobbie reasoned.
"Make up your mind!" Carly stomped over to the closet and dragged out her
suitcase. "First you're all gung-ho about me and him talking and we when
finally do you change your mind."
"Honey I didn't mean it in that way. Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"If you think about it, it makes sense. The best way for us to deal with it
is to be locked in somewhere together. And it's either the island or the
penthouse and the penthouse is too confining."
"But," Bobbie sighed. "Okay, you need me to help with Michael's things?"
"Actually Michael is staying here. It's just me and Sonny."
"Carly, I can't take care of Michael." Bobbie protested.
"That's what Leticia is for." Carly sat down on the bed. "Okay, here are
the rules. No one is allowed to be alone with Michael. No one except you
and Leticia."
"I can't watch over Michael twenty-four hours a day."
"Like I said that's what Leticia is for. And Sonny's sending over guards so
that will control who gets in and out."
"Carly I think you're going too far."
"No, I'm doing what I have to do to protect my son. A.J. is out there, I
don't know where so you bet your ass I'm going to make sure he can't close
to Michael. So as I was saying no one gets in here. Especially the
Quartermaines."
"What about Lila or Emily? They wouldn't—"
"They would in a heartbeat. Lila loves A.J. and Emily hates me enough to do
anything for him. Don't even think about Monica either." Carly grabbed
Bobbie's hands and looked into her eyes. "Promise me that none of them will
get close to my son."
"Carly, I can't keep Michael locked up like a prisoner."
"This is just until I get back. Promise me, Bobbie. I don't care how sweet
Lila or Emily are to you or how long you and Monica have been friends.
Don't let them in."
Bobbie could tell that Carly wasn't going to give in on this. "Alright, I
won't let them in."
"Thank you." Carly hugged her. "Thank you for keeping my son safe."
~*~*~
Carly and Sonny arrived on the island late that night. The first thing they
did was go straight to bed. Carly graciously let Sonny claim the master
bedroom without a fight. The next morning Carly rose early and went into
town. Sonny was surprised to see her gone so early. He'd been hoping that
they would talk that day.
Carly spent most of the day in town doing what she loved, shopping. Sonny
discovered the shopping bags in the living room later that day. He
scratched the back of his head wondering where she could be. He glanced out
the window and it finally came to him.
Carly walked down the beach and hugged herself tightly. She remembered the
last time she walked on this beach. She, Johnny, Michael, the baby… She
took a deep breath. She hadn't thought being back would affect her so much.
But it did. Just passing by the room caused a deep pain in her heart.
That's why she ran into town first thing that morning. She couldn't stay
there and wait for Sonny to jump on her.
"Carly!" She turned around and saw Sonny coming out of the house.
She waited from him to reach her. She murmured. "Hello."
"How the hell are we supposed to get through this if you're avoiding me? I
didn't bring you down here for that."
"I needed some time…"
"Are we going to talk or not?"
Carly stood up straight and braced herself. "Alright, I'm ready. Let's go.
Let's get into how it's all my fault. I know you've been saving up for one
big rant."
Sonny looked at her stunned. "What are you talking about? That's not what
I'm thinking at all."
Lucas and Michael playing together in the living room. She'd been staying
with Bobbie since she was released from the hospital. When she arrived she
was surprised to see all her and Michael's things at the Brownstone.
Leticia was there also and she informed her that Mr. Corinthos had ordered
her to pack their things up and bring them over. Carly rolled her eyes. He
probably needed the privacy to go crazy and trash the place. Can't lose
control with a nanny and a toddler in tow.
She sighed and brushed her hair out of her eyes. Maybe it was better this
way. Maybe she and Sonny shouldn't see each other at all. The sight of him
would only remind her of what she lost and that would just hurt too much.
However Bobbie was still pushing for her to go to see him. Every morning
she would start in on Carly and every night they would be the last words on
her lips. It was so irritating and Carly knew Bobbie thought she would wear
her down after awhile.
"Carly, I'm home." Bobbie announced. She paused to drop a kiss on Lucas and
Michael before coming over to Carly. "How are you today?"
"I'm fine, Mom." Carly rolled her eyes. "You ask me that everyday. Let me
just let you know, the answers going to be the same tomorrow, the day after
tomorrow, and a week from tomorrow."
Bobbie pushed past her snarky remark. She was used to Carly's bad mood.
The only one Carly opened up to was Michael. "So…"
"I should go see Sonny, yadda yadda yadda. I already know what you were
going to say." Carly brushed past her and walked out of the room. Bobbie
followed behind.
"That's not what I was going to say. However…"
"You know what. Fine!" Carly threw her hands up in the air. "You want me to
go see Sonny? All right I will. I'll stop by later. We'll fight for a few
minutes, I'll come back and you'll be happy? Is that all?"
"Actually, I was just going to tell you that A.J. was released today."
Bobbie folded her arms.
At the mention of A.J.'s name Carly froze up. She forced herself to strike
a nonchalant pose. "And I care because?"
Bobbie studied Carly closely. "I just wanted to let you know just in case."
"Knowing he was somewhere out there didn't help before." Carly said
quietly. "Shouldn't he be in jail. I distinctly remember pressing charges
and if Sonny was able to drag himself out of his drunken stupor I bet he
did too."
"About that…" Bobbie licked her lips and hesitated.
Carly whirled around. "What happened?"
"Honey, you know how much power the Quartermaines wield in this town…"
"What happened!" Carly screeched.
"Shush. Keep your voice down." Bobbie hushed her.
Lucas ran into the room. "What's going on?"
"Nothing sweetie, go back to Michael, he's too little to be by himself."
Bobbie told him. She laid her hand on Carly's arm. "A.J. basically got a
slap on the wrist."
"That's all?" Carly's eyes widened. "That slime deliberately ran into me
and Sonny and he *walked*?"
"It's unfair, I know," Bobbie began.
"Unfair, it's f****** wrong!" Carly roared, this time a little lower. She
started pacing back and forth. "Does Sonny know?"
Bobbie shrugged. "I don't know. I haven't seen him since the night of the
accident. No one has."
"I told you he's locked up in that damn penthouse feeling sorry for
himself."
"And you're feeling sorry for yourself." Bobbie pointed out. "Hmm, I wonder
what's wrong with this picture."
"Don't be a smart aleck." Carly shot back. "It's not attractive on you."
"I'm just saying—"
"I know what you're saying." Carly interrupted. "You think one measly
little talk with Sonny is going to cure me and I'll forget all about *her*.
And what I did."
"It's not supposed to cure and you shouldn't forget. It's going to help.
It's going to get you started. Trust me." Bobbie vowed. "See him today,
tell him about A.J. and start a dialogue. This will be good for you two."
"So you say." Carly chewed her lip doubtfully.
~*~*~
Carly stepped off the elevator and walked over to the penthouse. She smiled
at Johnny who was on duty as usual. He smiled back. "How you feeling, Miss
Benson?"
"Carly." She corrected out of force of habit. She patted his cheek. "I'm
not a hundred percent better. Hell, I'm not even twenty percent but I know
it's going to take some time. Is Sonny in?"
"He hasn't left the penthouse at all." Johnny whispered in concern. "He's
not dealing with this well."
"Who is? I'm going in." Carly started to open the door but stopped her.
"Maybe that isn't such a good idea." Johnny said.
"Don't worry, I know how to handle him when he gets like this." Carly
swore. "But thanks for looking out for me."
She slowly opened the door and walked inside. As she looked around the
darkened destroyed room she felt her heart break. She had been expecting it
and she'd seen it before but the devastating impact was still the same. "Oh
Sonny…" She murmured.
"What is it?" His voice came from the couch.
He was stretched out on his back, one hand clutching a bottle of liquor and
his bloody shirt in the other. She took in the fact that he didn't look as
bad as she'd expected. He was wearing the same clothes and it was obvious
that he hadn't had a bath. But his eyes didn't have that wild out of
control look he had last time and for that she breathed a little easier.
She wouldn't have to be scared of what he might say or do this time.
"I knew you'd do this. I knew you'd get back on that self-destructive
track." Carly said as she stepped through the mess and came over to the
couch. She sat down on the coffee table and dropped her purse on the
floor. "You want something to eat? I was hoping I wouldn't have to make
cleaning up after your breakdowns a habit but you just can't help yourself,
huh?"
"You'll be proud of me then." He sat up with a loud groan. He passed the
bottle to Carly who placed it on the floor and he balled the shirt up in
his lap.
He rubbed his face over his hands and groaned again. "I was starting
to…come out of it I guess you could say before you showed up. The alcohol
was just so I could sleep with out having to see your face back in the
limo… And most of this was just my frustration about the situation."
Carly ignored his comment about her and curled her feet up under her. "So I
guess you heard about A.J. then?"
"A.J.? No, I haven't gone out. You know a sandwich would be good right
about now." He stood up and started to walk around.
"Get it yourself," Carly snapped. "This isn't like last time, this isn't
about just your pain. I have pain too. I'm not going to act like your
nursemaid. You're not desperate, you don't need my help."
Sonny gave her an odd look and rubbed the back on his neck. "Okay. I'll get
my own. What were you saying about A.J.?"
"He's free." Carly spat out.
"He's free?" Sonny repeated.
"Yeah, he got off scott free. It's really all about who you know." Carly
scowled.
Sonny scowled also. "Damn it. Don't worry, I'll—"He started to say he'll
take care of it but fortunately caught himself. He remembered the last time
he was supposed to 'take care of it' and look what happened that time. "So
that's why you came over?"
"That and Bobbie has this *wonderful* idea that we should deal with…things
together." Carly said sarcastically.
Sonny walked back over to the couch and sat in front of her. He nodded
slowly. "She's right."
"This is Bobbie we're talking about here." Carly pointed out. "And you need
a bath."
He grimaced. She was right but that wasn't the point. "During one of my few
lucid moments I realized that I can't do this alone again. I can't."
"And my talking to you is supposed to help." Carly said skeptically. She
started to rise from the coffee table but Sonny grabbed her arm and forced
her back down. "Hey!"
"Sit down. We need to talk about this. My way of dealing and I bet your way
of dealing isn't cutting it. We need to hash it out."
"I don't want to talk about it. Talking about it just makes it hurt even
more and I can't take anymore." Carly's voice broke.
Sonny rubbed his chest. "That's why we have to talk about this."
"And what happens after that? Am I supposed to forget about her?"
"No, it's just a way to get rid of the pain." Sonny closed his eyes.
"That's all I want, don't you want the same thing?"
Carly stared down at the floor. She mumbled. "I want the same thing. So
what do we do now?"
"We go to the island." Sonny said surprising her.
Her head snapped up. "What? Why?"
"I can't stay here in Port Charles. Can you?" He gave her a deep probing
look.
"But…" On the island she'd been happy, she and the baby. "No, uh-uh, not
the island. Why do we have to go away?"
"Carly…" He ran his hand through his hair. "A little talk this afternoon
isn't going to help. We need a lot of time together without any
distractions."
"But the island?" Carly protested weakly.
"Look, it'll be just for a few days."
Carly reluctantly gave in. "When do you want to leave?"
"I can have the plane ready by tonight."
"Tonight?" Carly frowned. "That doesn't give me enough time to get Michael
packed up."
"No Michael." Sonny said. "Michael's not coming with us and neither is
Johnny or any of the other guards."
Carly sat back. "I don't think I like this. A.J. is still out there."
"It'll be better if Michael stays with Bobbie. We need to focus on each
other. Look, I'll double his guard if it'll make you feel better." Sonny
held his breath. He knew he was in no position to promise her anytime after
failing her.
Carly sighed and rubbed her temples. The sooner they leave; they could come
back and never have to see each other again. "All right, all right. Just
take a shower, man."
He shook his head. "Come on, I'll walk you out."
Carly climbed off the coffee table and picked up her glass. "Watch your
step, there's glass over there."
Sonny opened the door and Johnny turned around expectantly. He passed by
him and went to the elevator. "How'd you get here?"
"Took a cab. I'll get one downstairs."
"No, go to the garage, tell the guys I said you could take the car."
"But—" She started to protest but he cut her off. "Just do it."
She sighed and got in the waiting elevator. Sonny waited until the doors
had closed before speaking to Johnny. "Find out where A.J. is. And I need
someone in here to clean up. Also get the plane ready to go tonight."
"Going somewhere boss?" Johnny asked.
Sonny stopped at the door and gave Johnny a long look. "Yeah, Carly and I
are going to Vieques. Alone."
Johnny stared at Sonny curiously as he made his way into the penthouse. He
wasn't sure what to make of the remark but he could tell that it was loaded
with a meaning that only Sonny understood.
~*~*~
"So how did it go?" Bobbie pounced on Carly as soon as she came into the
door.
"I have to pack. Sonny and I are going away." Carly muttered. She stalked
into her room.
"What?" Bobbie followed. "I said just talk to the man not go away with
him."
"Yeah well this is the way he wants to talk. Me, him, alone on a island."
Carly smirked. "Doesn't that sound great? We were barely able to keep from
killing each other before now that I'm not…this is going to be a disaster."
"Then maybe you shouldn't go with him." Bobbie reasoned.
"Make up your mind!" Carly stomped over to the closet and dragged out her
suitcase. "First you're all gung-ho about me and him talking and we when
finally do you change your mind."
"Honey I didn't mean it in that way. Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"If you think about it, it makes sense. The best way for us to deal with it
is to be locked in somewhere together. And it's either the island or the
penthouse and the penthouse is too confining."
"But," Bobbie sighed. "Okay, you need me to help with Michael's things?"
"Actually Michael is staying here. It's just me and Sonny."
"Carly, I can't take care of Michael." Bobbie protested.
"That's what Leticia is for." Carly sat down on the bed. "Okay, here are
the rules. No one is allowed to be alone with Michael. No one except you
and Leticia."
"I can't watch over Michael twenty-four hours a day."
"Like I said that's what Leticia is for. And Sonny's sending over guards so
that will control who gets in and out."
"Carly I think you're going too far."
"No, I'm doing what I have to do to protect my son. A.J. is out there, I
don't know where so you bet your ass I'm going to make sure he can't close
to Michael. So as I was saying no one gets in here. Especially the
Quartermaines."
"What about Lila or Emily? They wouldn't—"
"They would in a heartbeat. Lila loves A.J. and Emily hates me enough to do
anything for him. Don't even think about Monica either." Carly grabbed
Bobbie's hands and looked into her eyes. "Promise me that none of them will
get close to my son."
"Carly, I can't keep Michael locked up like a prisoner."
"This is just until I get back. Promise me, Bobbie. I don't care how sweet
Lila or Emily are to you or how long you and Monica have been friends.
Don't let them in."
Bobbie could tell that Carly wasn't going to give in on this. "Alright, I
won't let them in."
"Thank you." Carly hugged her. "Thank you for keeping my son safe."
~*~*~
Carly and Sonny arrived on the island late that night. The first thing they
did was go straight to bed. Carly graciously let Sonny claim the master
bedroom without a fight. The next morning Carly rose early and went into
town. Sonny was surprised to see her gone so early. He'd been hoping that
they would talk that day.
Carly spent most of the day in town doing what she loved, shopping. Sonny
discovered the shopping bags in the living room later that day. He
scratched the back of his head wondering where she could be. He glanced out
the window and it finally came to him.
Carly walked down the beach and hugged herself tightly. She remembered the
last time she walked on this beach. She, Johnny, Michael, the baby… She
took a deep breath. She hadn't thought being back would affect her so much.
But it did. Just passing by the room caused a deep pain in her heart.
That's why she ran into town first thing that morning. She couldn't stay
there and wait for Sonny to jump on her.
"Carly!" She turned around and saw Sonny coming out of the house.
She waited from him to reach her. She murmured. "Hello."
"How the hell are we supposed to get through this if you're avoiding me? I
didn't bring you down here for that."
"I needed some time…"
"Are we going to talk or not?"
Carly stood up straight and braced herself. "Alright, I'm ready. Let's go.
Let's get into how it's all my fault. I know you've been saving up for one
big rant."
Sonny looked at her stunned. "What are you talking about? That's not what
I'm thinking at all."