Ch8 Is She Real?
He'd assumed the letters were from Hannah until he'd gotten the call today telling him that Brenda's dream house had been broken into. They didn't know when it had happened because no one really went out there except him. He assumed then that some of his enemies wanted him back in PC, probably because they couldn't get to him on the island. He was trashed already by the time he'd made his way down to the bar. He didn't remember anything between his first shot of vodka to the time he woke up to the brunette asleep on his bed. Actually he didn't awake to her; he awoke to his urgent need to puke. By the time he returned she was gone. She was just another in the long line of women he had slept with on the island. They were all brunettes with brown eyes, all between five feet and five four because that combined with all the alcohol he consumed he believed it was Brenda in his arms until he woke up again.
Three weeks later he got another letter.
IMy dearest Sonny,
Please return home, I need you. I know you need me too. The dreams of our life together are getting more intense. I sleep all day, waiting for you to awake me. You're never there though. I've been patient, but no more. Come home now, I need you.
I love you,
Brenda/I
This last letter was cruel; they signed her name to the typed sheet of paper. Of course a signature wasn't a particularly hard thing to fake unless it was closely examined. He tossed the letter on top of his desk and went about looking for the alcohol Maria had hidden from him.
Three and a half weeks later he got another letter, everything was written in what appeared to be her scrawling script.
IMichael Corinthos,
I asked you nicely to get that beautiful behind of yours home, yet for some reason you don't listen to me. I wanted you to come home on your own, but you aren't coming. I don't know why, you're just not. I'm alive Sonny; I'm waiting for you in our house. How clear do I have to be, how do I get through that thick skull? I'm afraid that you don't feel me anymore, I still feel you though and I know you're hurting. It doesn't hurt when we're together though, only when we're alone and then it rips out your insides and it hurts so badly you want to die. I want our future, I want you. Please come home. I beg you; I can't go on without you.
I love you more than life itself.
Brenda/I
Sonny still convinces himself that as much as he wanted it to be Brenda it wasn't, it was a hit as simple as that. He couldn't go back to Port Charles not now, not ever.
Another letter came anyway two weeks after the last
ISonny,
I guess I should give up, you're not coming home. I don't know why, but you're not. I've waited patiently in this house for months; I've waited in my dream house. Did I ever say thank you for building it? It's perfect, I can see them here in every place I look. I dream of Stone throwing food at you when you cook, I dream of me doing the same. /I
Sonny freezes there in the letter, Stone, that was their son's name in his dreams. "Brenda" he softly says to himself, but then he realizes that Stone is an obvious first name for his child. He continues reading the letter.
II can't stay here though without you, it's not the same. I can't go back to Port Charles, they think I'm dead and I don't want to be there without you. I'm gonna join my mom in France, I'm gonna get a little place by her hospital. I'm afraid to give you the name though; I don't want your enemies to find me. I just wish more than anything that Melissa had a chance at life. Forever, Brenda/I
It hit Sonny seconds after he read "Melissa" that the letter was from Brenda, that she was alive. No one else could come up with that name. He didn't even know how she would because it was his dream. It was Brenda, she knew things like that, just like she knew when he was in trouble. He called and ordered a plane, it was to be ready to take him to the mainland before he got down there. He only hoped he wasn't too late.
He'd assumed the letters were from Hannah until he'd gotten the call today telling him that Brenda's dream house had been broken into. They didn't know when it had happened because no one really went out there except him. He assumed then that some of his enemies wanted him back in PC, probably because they couldn't get to him on the island. He was trashed already by the time he'd made his way down to the bar. He didn't remember anything between his first shot of vodka to the time he woke up to the brunette asleep on his bed. Actually he didn't awake to her; he awoke to his urgent need to puke. By the time he returned she was gone. She was just another in the long line of women he had slept with on the island. They were all brunettes with brown eyes, all between five feet and five four because that combined with all the alcohol he consumed he believed it was Brenda in his arms until he woke up again.
Three weeks later he got another letter.
IMy dearest Sonny,
Please return home, I need you. I know you need me too. The dreams of our life together are getting more intense. I sleep all day, waiting for you to awake me. You're never there though. I've been patient, but no more. Come home now, I need you.
I love you,
Brenda/I
This last letter was cruel; they signed her name to the typed sheet of paper. Of course a signature wasn't a particularly hard thing to fake unless it was closely examined. He tossed the letter on top of his desk and went about looking for the alcohol Maria had hidden from him.
Three and a half weeks later he got another letter, everything was written in what appeared to be her scrawling script.
IMichael Corinthos,
I asked you nicely to get that beautiful behind of yours home, yet for some reason you don't listen to me. I wanted you to come home on your own, but you aren't coming. I don't know why, you're just not. I'm alive Sonny; I'm waiting for you in our house. How clear do I have to be, how do I get through that thick skull? I'm afraid that you don't feel me anymore, I still feel you though and I know you're hurting. It doesn't hurt when we're together though, only when we're alone and then it rips out your insides and it hurts so badly you want to die. I want our future, I want you. Please come home. I beg you; I can't go on without you.
I love you more than life itself.
Brenda/I
Sonny still convinces himself that as much as he wanted it to be Brenda it wasn't, it was a hit as simple as that. He couldn't go back to Port Charles not now, not ever.
Another letter came anyway two weeks after the last
ISonny,
I guess I should give up, you're not coming home. I don't know why, but you're not. I've waited patiently in this house for months; I've waited in my dream house. Did I ever say thank you for building it? It's perfect, I can see them here in every place I look. I dream of Stone throwing food at you when you cook, I dream of me doing the same. /I
Sonny freezes there in the letter, Stone, that was their son's name in his dreams. "Brenda" he softly says to himself, but then he realizes that Stone is an obvious first name for his child. He continues reading the letter.
II can't stay here though without you, it's not the same. I can't go back to Port Charles, they think I'm dead and I don't want to be there without you. I'm gonna join my mom in France, I'm gonna get a little place by her hospital. I'm afraid to give you the name though; I don't want your enemies to find me. I just wish more than anything that Melissa had a chance at life. Forever, Brenda/I
It hit Sonny seconds after he read "Melissa" that the letter was from Brenda, that she was alive. No one else could come up with that name. He didn't even know how she would because it was his dream. It was Brenda, she knew things like that, just like she knew when he was in trouble. He called and ordered a plane, it was to be ready to take him to the mainland before he got down there. He only hoped he wasn't too late.
