Disclaimer: I do not have affiliation with NBC, Corday Studios or "Days of our
Lives". I do not own these characters, and never will.
Title: Time Between Trust
Chapter 2: Inside
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We walked up to John's penthouse. I had discovered John had a family. It was strange, he was
supposed to be a priest, yet he was married with two children. I pushed all that out of my
mind, though. John was still the same loving man he was years ago --- that had not changed.
"Oh, hello Hope...and Greta." John's wife Marlena said as she answered the door.
I don't think Marlena liked me very much. I didn't know why...I think she thought I was lying
about who I was, and lying about my mother. She seemed to be cold towards me, even though I
have never done her any wrong. I also believe she thinks I'm using Father John, which is so
far from the truth. I love Father John as if he was my very own family. I did my best to
prove to Marlena Evans Black that I was speaking the truth, and I just wanted to be friends
with John, nothing else.
"Please have a seat." Marlena said as she ushered us into the house. I smiled at her, but
all she did was stare at me with an expressionless face, as if she was trying to figure me
out. I knew I was wasn't hiding anything, so looking at me like that would prove nothing.
"So, what are you two doing here?" Marlena asked us. I got the feeling Marlena held
something against Hope as well. I think it had to do with the fact she had befriended John
and tried to help him regain his memories, which Marlena didn't believe was healthy for
him.
"I want to talk to Father John this morning." I blutered out.
"Oh really." Marlena replied.
"Marlena, I brought Greta over here...she just wants to talk to him, I didn't think it'll
be a problem." Hope said to her.
"It won't be a problem. Hello Greta." I smiled as a new voice entered the room, it was Father
John coming down the stairs. I quickly ran to him with open arms, and he embraced me like
old friends.
"Father John..." I wispered as we hugged.
"Hi, Greta, how are you this morning?" He asked me.
"I'm fine, now. You?" I asked.
"Good, I'm good." John said as he smiled.
"Hope, thanks for bringing her over. We have a lot to talk about." John said to Hope.
"I don't think this is a very good idea..." Marlena inturrupted.
"It'll be fine." Hope and John said together to Marlena.
"I just want to spend time with Father John...I want to help him in any way I can.." I
said truthfully.
"I guess I'm beaten." Marlena said as she shook her head and dissapeared into the kitchen.
"I'll go talk to her." Hope said.
"Thanks, Hope." Father John replied.
Hope left to tend to Marlena, who I hoped would come to her senses about me...maybe someday
her and I could be good friends, that was if I decided to stay in Salem. I was pretty sure
I was, now that I'd found Father John. I was surprised when I first saw Father John after
all those years we were sperated, he had a beard then, now he was clean shaven. He looked
the same either way to me.
"Greta, before we leave, would you like to meet my kids?" Father John asked me.
"Oh, yes! I'd love to meet them!" I said. I only knew a little about them, their names
for one; Brady and Belle, and their ages --- the boy was nineteen and the girl was sixteen.
I had been shocked to learn Father John had children at first, but now I accepted he was a
very different man from the priest I'd had known years ago.
"Brady! Belle! Get down here for a minute!" John yelled towards the stairs. I figured
everyone's bedrooms were upstairs in this penthouse. I also realized a place like this
must be very expensive, the furniture itself would cost thousands. I had talked to John
over the phone for the last few days since I'd been in Salem, and he told me he owned a
million dollar corporation called 'Basic Black', named after himself. I was surprised to
learn it was a fashion and modeling agency. Father John was never into fashion years ago,
and it had shocked me at first. I guess things really had changed. Anyway, he said he
ran the company with his son, Brady, who I was very excited to meet right now.
The first person to come racing down the stairs was a young girl. I immediately took notice
of the fact she looked exactly like a young version of Marlena, her mother. Belle had short
blonde hair and delicate features, and she definately had spunk in her step. She stopped at
the end of the stairs and looked at me. At first she had been smiling, but she took one look
at my face and looked down. I knew she either felt sorry for me or was scared of me. I knew
she knew who I was, Father John had told me over the phone he had informed his children of
me and our past...I just hoped they could learn to like and accept me just how I was.
"Belle, come here...I want you to meet Greta von Amburg, my dear friend." Father John said
as he smiled at me and put his hand on my shoulder. Belle walked slowly down the stairs and
approcahed my slowly, she finally gave a half smile and shook my extended hand.
"Hi Greta...I'm Belle...its nice to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you." Belle
said to me.
"Likewise." I replied with a small smile.
Belle seemed to back away a little, I think she didn't know what to say. I looked up at
Father John and he looked at the both of us and smiled.
"You know what? I have my three favorite ladies in my house today...Mom, Belle and Greta.
What a lucky guy I am." John said.
"I guess." Belle said.
"Father John..." I said softly. I was surprised a man with memory loss had already taken to
a scarred face girl so well. Belle seemed to stare at me after I said "Father John," I think
she knew about some of his past, yet like Father John she didn't understand it. I hoped she
didn't think I was trying to complicate the situation, John wasn't my father --- he was
Belle's. He was known to me as a priest, that was my only reason for calling him "Father."
"Well, I'm glad you two finally met. I'm sure with time you'll grow to be friends,"
Father John said simply, "Now, where's my son?"
"I think brady's busy working out, dad..."
John shook his head and said, "Is that all he ever does?"
"No, Dad, thats not all I ever do." A voice said from the hallway.
I looked up towards the staircase to see a blonde haird young man standing at its edge. The
man was obviously Brady, John's son. The boy was very chiseled in many areas, and had this
rough, yet, gentle look about him. He reminded me of Father John in many ways, yet a lot like
Marlena too. Brady came bounding down the stairs, and unlike his sister, he came straight
up to me with a smile and shook my hand. I guess he wasn't humanly cautious like Belle was.
I know he knew beforehand about my scars, so he wasn't shocked to look at me, either that or he was
just being nice.
"Hello, I'm Brady."
"Hi Brady..." I said as I released his hand. I noticed his shirt clung to his body with
sweat. I decided he was the type of guy who spent half his life in a gym, it was obvious
by his strong features.
"My dad has spoke nonstop of you since last week, its nice to finally meet his mystery
girl." Brady said to me.
"Brady, would you at least get changed? We have a meeting with Titan at two o'clock. I
need you to be ready when I get back from Salem Place after my chat with Greta." John
said sharply.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I will. Anyhow, Greta, it was nice to meet you. I hope you can help my father
with his past." Brady said. I suddenly realized he really cared for his father if he wanted me to
help so much. I could see the difference between him and Marlena already.
"I..I'll try..." I said.
John turned to me and asked, "Greta, you ready to go?"
"Wait..." Belle's meek voice said from her spot on the chair.
"What, tink?" Brady asked. I wondered what 'tink' meant? Belle stood up and walked towards
me, she looked up and me with big eyes.
"Can I ask you something?"
"....Sure." I said softly.
"Does it hurt?"
"Does what hurt?" I asked. I had a feeling I already knew the answer.
"Belle..." John warned.
"Its okay..." I said softly.
"Does your face hurt?" Belle finally asked. I saw Brady turn away, obviously embaressed by
his sisters comments. John looked down as well. I decided to answer truthfuly.
"Yes...it hurts. But only on the inside." I said as I broght a hand to my face and gingerly
touched one of the dark scars that lined my face.
"Oh..okay..well, I hope you feel better..." Belle said as she turned away, and before I
knew it she disapeard into the kitchen.
"I'm sorry about that." Brady said.
"Thats alright. I undersand." I said to him. Brady gave a half smile and walked halfway
up the stairs, turned and said:
"I hope you stay in Salem, I think you and Belle could be friends someday."
I didn't say anything, and Brady just dissapeared behind a door.
"Greta...you okay?" John asked me when we were alone again.
"Yeah..I'm okay...lets just go.." I said as I gathered my coat and walked towards the front
door. John took a minute to grab his coat, and we off to a mall called 'Salem Place.'
I knew today was the day to dicover lost identities.
Lives". I do not own these characters, and never will.
Title: Time Between Trust
Chapter 2: Inside
______________________________________________
We walked up to John's penthouse. I had discovered John had a family. It was strange, he was
supposed to be a priest, yet he was married with two children. I pushed all that out of my
mind, though. John was still the same loving man he was years ago --- that had not changed.
"Oh, hello Hope...and Greta." John's wife Marlena said as she answered the door.
I don't think Marlena liked me very much. I didn't know why...I think she thought I was lying
about who I was, and lying about my mother. She seemed to be cold towards me, even though I
have never done her any wrong. I also believe she thinks I'm using Father John, which is so
far from the truth. I love Father John as if he was my very own family. I did my best to
prove to Marlena Evans Black that I was speaking the truth, and I just wanted to be friends
with John, nothing else.
"Please have a seat." Marlena said as she ushered us into the house. I smiled at her, but
all she did was stare at me with an expressionless face, as if she was trying to figure me
out. I knew I was wasn't hiding anything, so looking at me like that would prove nothing.
"So, what are you two doing here?" Marlena asked us. I got the feeling Marlena held
something against Hope as well. I think it had to do with the fact she had befriended John
and tried to help him regain his memories, which Marlena didn't believe was healthy for
him.
"I want to talk to Father John this morning." I blutered out.
"Oh really." Marlena replied.
"Marlena, I brought Greta over here...she just wants to talk to him, I didn't think it'll
be a problem." Hope said to her.
"It won't be a problem. Hello Greta." I smiled as a new voice entered the room, it was Father
John coming down the stairs. I quickly ran to him with open arms, and he embraced me like
old friends.
"Father John..." I wispered as we hugged.
"Hi, Greta, how are you this morning?" He asked me.
"I'm fine, now. You?" I asked.
"Good, I'm good." John said as he smiled.
"Hope, thanks for bringing her over. We have a lot to talk about." John said to Hope.
"I don't think this is a very good idea..." Marlena inturrupted.
"It'll be fine." Hope and John said together to Marlena.
"I just want to spend time with Father John...I want to help him in any way I can.." I
said truthfully.
"I guess I'm beaten." Marlena said as she shook her head and dissapeared into the kitchen.
"I'll go talk to her." Hope said.
"Thanks, Hope." Father John replied.
Hope left to tend to Marlena, who I hoped would come to her senses about me...maybe someday
her and I could be good friends, that was if I decided to stay in Salem. I was pretty sure
I was, now that I'd found Father John. I was surprised when I first saw Father John after
all those years we were sperated, he had a beard then, now he was clean shaven. He looked
the same either way to me.
"Greta, before we leave, would you like to meet my kids?" Father John asked me.
"Oh, yes! I'd love to meet them!" I said. I only knew a little about them, their names
for one; Brady and Belle, and their ages --- the boy was nineteen and the girl was sixteen.
I had been shocked to learn Father John had children at first, but now I accepted he was a
very different man from the priest I'd had known years ago.
"Brady! Belle! Get down here for a minute!" John yelled towards the stairs. I figured
everyone's bedrooms were upstairs in this penthouse. I also realized a place like this
must be very expensive, the furniture itself would cost thousands. I had talked to John
over the phone for the last few days since I'd been in Salem, and he told me he owned a
million dollar corporation called 'Basic Black', named after himself. I was surprised to
learn it was a fashion and modeling agency. Father John was never into fashion years ago,
and it had shocked me at first. I guess things really had changed. Anyway, he said he
ran the company with his son, Brady, who I was very excited to meet right now.
The first person to come racing down the stairs was a young girl. I immediately took notice
of the fact she looked exactly like a young version of Marlena, her mother. Belle had short
blonde hair and delicate features, and she definately had spunk in her step. She stopped at
the end of the stairs and looked at me. At first she had been smiling, but she took one look
at my face and looked down. I knew she either felt sorry for me or was scared of me. I knew
she knew who I was, Father John had told me over the phone he had informed his children of
me and our past...I just hoped they could learn to like and accept me just how I was.
"Belle, come here...I want you to meet Greta von Amburg, my dear friend." Father John said
as he smiled at me and put his hand on my shoulder. Belle walked slowly down the stairs and
approcahed my slowly, she finally gave a half smile and shook my extended hand.
"Hi Greta...I'm Belle...its nice to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you." Belle
said to me.
"Likewise." I replied with a small smile.
Belle seemed to back away a little, I think she didn't know what to say. I looked up at
Father John and he looked at the both of us and smiled.
"You know what? I have my three favorite ladies in my house today...Mom, Belle and Greta.
What a lucky guy I am." John said.
"I guess." Belle said.
"Father John..." I said softly. I was surprised a man with memory loss had already taken to
a scarred face girl so well. Belle seemed to stare at me after I said "Father John," I think
she knew about some of his past, yet like Father John she didn't understand it. I hoped she
didn't think I was trying to complicate the situation, John wasn't my father --- he was
Belle's. He was known to me as a priest, that was my only reason for calling him "Father."
"Well, I'm glad you two finally met. I'm sure with time you'll grow to be friends,"
Father John said simply, "Now, where's my son?"
"I think brady's busy working out, dad..."
John shook his head and said, "Is that all he ever does?"
"No, Dad, thats not all I ever do." A voice said from the hallway.
I looked up towards the staircase to see a blonde haird young man standing at its edge. The
man was obviously Brady, John's son. The boy was very chiseled in many areas, and had this
rough, yet, gentle look about him. He reminded me of Father John in many ways, yet a lot like
Marlena too. Brady came bounding down the stairs, and unlike his sister, he came straight
up to me with a smile and shook my hand. I guess he wasn't humanly cautious like Belle was.
I know he knew beforehand about my scars, so he wasn't shocked to look at me, either that or he was
just being nice.
"Hello, I'm Brady."
"Hi Brady..." I said as I released his hand. I noticed his shirt clung to his body with
sweat. I decided he was the type of guy who spent half his life in a gym, it was obvious
by his strong features.
"My dad has spoke nonstop of you since last week, its nice to finally meet his mystery
girl." Brady said to me.
"Brady, would you at least get changed? We have a meeting with Titan at two o'clock. I
need you to be ready when I get back from Salem Place after my chat with Greta." John
said sharply.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I will. Anyhow, Greta, it was nice to meet you. I hope you can help my father
with his past." Brady said. I suddenly realized he really cared for his father if he wanted me to
help so much. I could see the difference between him and Marlena already.
"I..I'll try..." I said.
John turned to me and asked, "Greta, you ready to go?"
"Wait..." Belle's meek voice said from her spot on the chair.
"What, tink?" Brady asked. I wondered what 'tink' meant? Belle stood up and walked towards
me, she looked up and me with big eyes.
"Can I ask you something?"
"....Sure." I said softly.
"Does it hurt?"
"Does what hurt?" I asked. I had a feeling I already knew the answer.
"Belle..." John warned.
"Its okay..." I said softly.
"Does your face hurt?" Belle finally asked. I saw Brady turn away, obviously embaressed by
his sisters comments. John looked down as well. I decided to answer truthfuly.
"Yes...it hurts. But only on the inside." I said as I broght a hand to my face and gingerly
touched one of the dark scars that lined my face.
"Oh..okay..well, I hope you feel better..." Belle said as she turned away, and before I
knew it she disapeard into the kitchen.
"I'm sorry about that." Brady said.
"Thats alright. I undersand." I said to him. Brady gave a half smile and walked halfway
up the stairs, turned and said:
"I hope you stay in Salem, I think you and Belle could be friends someday."
I didn't say anything, and Brady just dissapeared behind a door.
"Greta...you okay?" John asked me when we were alone again.
"Yeah..I'm okay...lets just go.." I said as I gathered my coat and walked towards the front
door. John took a minute to grab his coat, and we off to a mall called 'Salem Place.'
I knew today was the day to dicover lost identities.