If
Lucky, Lucky, Lucky. It still came back to Lucky. Why did she choose Lucky? For just a moment, she had a chance to
take what she wanted. Jason stood in the park, offering to make all of her
dreams come true, but instead she chose to stand by Lucky. I don't want to be free, I want to be with Lucky. The words echoed
in her head.
"Well, you have the chance to be with Lucky," she said to herself bitterly. The
hot tears splashed down her face, ruining her perfect make up. "Stupid, stupid Elizabeth."
"If you want to be with Lucky so badly, why aren't you at that church? Huh?"
she asked herself. "Why did you crawl
out the bathroom window and run like hell to get away from that place?" She
reached up to wipe the tears as they spilled out of her eyes. "Why are you here
come here?"
She looked at the sign and her gaze lingered on his name. Morgan. "Why didn't
you take his hand,
"Why?" she sobbed.
wouldn't cry anymore tears for him.
"He left," she whispered to herself. "He moved on, without you. Now, you have to move on without him. You have to live
with the life that you choose for yourself. You can't have Jason. You want Lucky, remember?"
She laughed bitterly as the reality of the situation set in. ...I want to be with Lucky. "Stupid
Elizabeth. Jason was only doing what you told him you wanted. You told him to
stay away; you told him that he was someone you didn't even know. You hurt him,
Elizabeth. You told him that you didn't want to be free. He only gave you what
you said you wanted."
"I want you, Jason," her tortured soul whispered. "I want you."
"You made your bed,
She took one shaky step away from the bench, in the direction of the church,
before she wheeled around and ran full-force towards the coffee warehouse.
Throwing open the door, she looked for the nearest worker. His eyes were wide
as he took in this mad-woman in her wedding gown.
"A phone?" she demanded. "I need a phone!"
"I'm sorry miss but-" he started.
"You're sorry? Give me a damn phone!" she cut him off. "I need a phone."
"The phones are for business use only, miss," the foreman tried again.
"Your boss would let me use the
phone," she said through clenched teeth. If threatening this man with Sonny and
Jason would get his cooperation, she would do it gladly.
"My boss?" he stuttered. Surely this small, crazed young lady in front of him
would not know either of his bosses.
"Mr. Corinthos and Mr. Morgan. I know both of them, in fact, I'm calling one of
them." She turned, put her hands on her hips and stared him down. "Now, are you
going to let me use the phone?"
The foreman moved away from the desk, away from the phone. "Be my guest, Miss?"
"That's none of your business," she snapped. She cradled the phone between her
shoulder and her ear and desperately tried to remember the number Jason drilled
into her head. The number that he made her promise to remember, just in case
something bad happened. When the number came to her, she dialed quickly.
After four rings she was about to give up and take it as a sign. Maybe God was
punishing her for the choice that she made.
"Corinthos," he snapped into the
receiver.
"Sonny!?" she whispered.
"
"Sonny, it's me. I need you to send someone for me. I need to see you Sonny."
Her mind raced with possibilities. Would he tell her no? Would he help her?
"
"I couldn't do it," she whispered into the phone. "I couldn't do it." She stopped
when she felt the tears start to well in her eyes again. Taking a moment, she
composed herself.
She would not cry anymore. "Sonny, you once told me that if I needed anything,
that you would help me. I need help Sonny. Will you send someone for me?"
She sounded so tortured, he thought. How could he tell her no? "Where
are you
Relief flooded through her as she heard him say the words. He was going to help
her. "Your coffee warehouse," she laughed into the phone. "I'm at the
Corinthos-Morgan Warehouse."
"Stay right there, I'll
have a driver there in a few minutes."
"Thank you Sonny," she said to herself, because he'd already hung up.
