The Revelation
The following fan fiction contains characters owned by the writers and producers of Days of Our Lives. This fan fiction is purely for entertainment purposes.
Chloe hesitated. She glared at Phillip and returned her gaze to Brady.
Chloe: It happened on the night that I accused Phillip of rape. Not that I owe you an explanation, but I didn't feel comfortable, so we didn't do it. And couple that with your 'late' grandfather walking in on Phillip and me… The evening was memorable, but not in a conventional way. And thank you, Phillip, for embarrassing me, once again!
Phillip: I bet you didn't expect that, Brady.
C: Stop it, Phillip!
P: You thought that you could get to her, but I made it there, first.
C: God, Phillip! Get over yourself! Man, I didn't realize that a milestone in our relationship would be discussed in such a crass and obnoxious manner.
Brady grabbed Chloe's hand. He slowly turned Chloe around and lifted her chin.
Brady: Look at me, Chloe. I don't give a damn about what happened between you and Phillip. I know that handholding wasn't the extent of your relationship. I want to discuss how you feel about me. You already know how I feel. Do you have any feelings for me, besides friendship?
P: Yeah, boredom, and resignation…
Brady blasted Phillip an icy stare. He returned his gaze to Chloe.
C: Brady… I want to talk about this in private.
P: cough Burn! God Brady, you are such a loser! Burned by a seventeen-year old. How pathetic, for a worldly college dropout. And there is no excuse for it. You're not in a wheelchair anymore, so you can't tell yourself that paralysis is the reason you are alone. You have no job, except for Basic Black. Oh, wait. It isn't a company yet. I haven't seen any other girls buzzing around you. And me, well…
C: You have Cynthia, the skank bitch who has been used by more people and as often as toilet paper!
B:(frustrated) Okay. I see how things are. Chloe, you are locked in with Phillip, although you are miserable. Phillip, you want Chloe because she's your 'dream girl' and you suspected that I wanted her. What we have are two people, so determined to be together, in misery, that there isn't any room for anything or anyone else. Unless I am willing to join this production of Salem Dumb Donkeys, starring you and Phillip. I will be damned if I do that, so good news for you, Phillip. You don't have to worry about me 'tainting' Chloe. I'm finished. You've won. Chloe, good luck with everything. It's been cool, hanging out and getting to know you. I hope you will have success in your career.
C: So, you're ending our friendship? You didn't give me a chance to explain or anything.
P: Yeah, some friend!
Chloe glared at Phillip.
B: I think that your actions is the explanation. It's obvious that you love misery. This back and forth, between you and Phillip, is nauseating to watch, not to mention, detrimental to my morale. You love misery, Chloe, and boy, you have a knack for spreading it around. Instead of opera, maybe you should take that up as your vocation.
C: I can't believe that you're doing this, Brady. After all the time we've spent together, talking and laughing, you're abandoning me. I never expected this from you. You were the only person in this world I could depend on. And now, you're leaving me.
B: This is about my preservation. I cannot watch the woman, whom I love, destroy herself. It was wrong of me to think that I could be a lifeline to you, but I did. If it makes you feel better to think I'm abandoning you, go ahead. But I suggest you take your time and find the right person… to bitch about this to. Good evening.
Brady returned to the Dimera mansion.
P: You see, I told you that Brady wasn't your friend. He was only after one… make it, two things: he wanted to one-up me and to have you. I told you that he would hurt you. Friends don't desert you when you need them the most…
C:(turning to Phillip) No, boyfriends do. Especially first boyfriends, who give first kisses and make promises to never hurt you again. Promises that are forgotten within minutes. First boyfriends, with whom you nearly squander your virginity. First boyfriends, who are willing to believe that you could pose nude for money and later, placate you with videotape apologies.
P: Chloe, I said I was…
C: Sorry. I know, I know. But let me tell you something, Phillip. Even with all the arguments and insults Brady and I hurled at each other, he always had my back. On canes, he tried to spare me from humiliation. He failed, but he tried. He checked on me after Last Blast, although I berated him before the whole student body. Even after the rape allegation, he helped me escape from the hospital and interceded when Belle stopped talking to me. I have friends in Belle and Shawn, and to a lesser extent, you, but no one, I mean, no one has been to me what Brady has been to me.
P: Chloe, all I was saying was…
C: All you were saying was that everything that Brady did for me was a ploy to damage you, in my eyes. Brady has never said anything about you that I haven't thought. You would prefer me to be alone, with you, so you could make up for all the past mistakes you've made. I have made many mistakes too, mainly accusing you of rape, but I am not willing to punish myself, by way of being your girlfriend, again. We've loved each other once, Phillip, but it isn't worth it anymore. You waited all this time for me to say 'I love you'! Okay, I'll say it now. 'I LOVE YOU'! It doesn't ring true, does it? I suppose that timing is everything. 'I LOVE YOU', but if I see your face or hear your voice, I swear, I will claw you! Now, I have to find Brady…
P: So… you like guys who aren't available…
C: Maybe I do. Why don't you start dating someone else or travel Europe. And please, hold your breath until I come back to you!
Chloe re-entered the Dimera party, prepared to search for Brady.
-End of The Revelation-