To Love or To Kill
Chapter 8: Startling Discovery
It was quiet a car ride to her house. The only chattering that had been going about was when Philip's mother, Kate, had been riding along and keep up a talk with her son about his life. Bringing up things from the past and present which seemed to be the most embarrassing things especially with the presence of Chloe in the backseat smirking along the way as Philip would catch when he looked into the rear view mirror.
Definitely a sight to behold was the smile of Chloe. It just seemed to brighten the whole outside world even though it had become quite dark.
Now the ride back to the Penthouse had been one of silent torture for the two. It was very awkward for Philip since he barely knew her but was more than willing to get to know the mystery behind the new girl who eyes captured you when you attempt to looked past them.
They carried questions and some answers, but the number of questions would appear to outnumber what he would find of interest in reference to her.
Her body positioned in the passenger seat seemed to be one of a bored expression yet she looked so deep into thought, sending John Lennon to retrieve her wouldn't have helped. She was in her own world. And Philip looked at her once again and began to realize he desperately wanted to be in that world with her. To share it with her since there hadn't been anyone in his life since Belle. For the longest time it had only been her in his thoughts and it had only resided around her.
But when he discovered the fact he wanted more than friendship with her he was scared to death of having to share it with her. But that no longer would be an issue, because when he found out where her feelings lay, he placed his own a back burner and allowed her to feel freely about his best friend, Shawn Brady.
It had been a year since the incidental confrontation between him and Belle. One he didn't even want to reiterate the memory back into his mind. In time they got over it, or at least he did since it was more of him not trying to lose their friendship whereas she was…She had been something that Philip couldn't understand and wouldn't be able to understand to this day. Whether or not she had shared her feelings for him as well left his mind because through time they did regain their friendship and it had been stronger than what it was before.
Leaving the endless thoughts of last year alone, Philip turned and watched Chloe again. She was so beautiful it hadn't made any sense. So close yet so distant. Thinking of ways to spark some conversation, and as if she read his mind began talking to him.
"How would you describe Salem to a quiet New Yorker" she said as her dazed eyes transformed into one's of interest and she turned her body to face him.
Philip smiled then replied, "Well, I don't know exactly how to describe it to a quiet New Yorker, but I can describe it for the common person. Salem to me has always been the place of a strong family based community you know. I mean everyone knows like the major or core like families. Tight knit relationships and very friendly. Take in mind you come across the normal irate person or two or the guy that has that look of "duh". But other than that Salem is quiet but has its loud uproars with certain people or events."
Chloe shook her head in having understood what he saying, but then she asked, "When you say certain people, like who?"
Raising an eyebrow Philip thought on this one, "Hmm, I can't think of one of the top of my head, but why do you ask?"
Feeling as if she was becoming close to being found out she quickly replied, "Oh, nothing at all. I'm just a Curious George type but in this case Georgia."
Phillip accepted the answer as is without thinking of going into the fact of how quickly she jumped to answer it, or the goose bumps that popped upon her arm as she anticipated his answer. When out of nowhere Philip said, "But you know what. There has always been this one guy no one really liked. I mean he is hated by most in the town, I mean and even especially by Belle's father who departed over the summer" Philip said as he lowered his head quickly in respect and quickly went back to staring at the road.
Chloe's eager ears got the best of her as she practically shot straight up to hear who it was.
"So, who is this guy, Philip?"
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"What's wrong, Brady?" Belle asked as she stepped over hovering over Brady as he picked up one document from the briefcase and walked off reading it.
Belle had just was about to go following him trying to read it when a document up under it had caught her eye. Belle's eye began to become wide in shock, disbelief, and utter terror if Brady had read the contents of it. And without hesitation, she snatched up any and all documents that contained the information on Chloe's past.
Belle had just about to gain the last paper and stuff it into her back pocket when Brady began to turn red and fume out loud in rage.
"What the hell! Why does she have Stefano down as her reference!? How does she know him? HOW!" he yelled as Shawn stood up and tried to walk over to a shivering Belle and caught onto what she was attempting to do. He saw her reaching for one more and saw how her hand had stopped in mid air and began to tremble. He took over for her with his intuitions by taking the paper out the case for her and folding it into his pocket.
"Brady, calm down! She and Phillip will be back in any minute. And Mom is right upstairs, you don't want to get her worked up as well do you?" Belle said as her lower lip quivered; not understanding how the words were able to fly out her mouth even though her brother's stance was scaring her.
Shaking his head in shame, Brady walked over and placed his loving arms around her, "I'm sorry Belle, it's just you know how I feel about DiMera, and the minute I saw his name attached to her name I thought something suspicious was going on with him and Kate. I don't know why, I just felt that way. Then I linked Chloe into the duo's planning as well. Something about her isn't right to me."
Belle knew Brady had a good nose for smelling something fishy but she didn't know how accurate and precise he could hit the nail on the head with his thoughts.
"Well, I'd suspect Kate or DiMera for that matter about anything but most definitely Kate since she's on the inside but Chloe, no, never her she'd be the clueless one in the whole mess" Belle stated quietly cascading her eyesight downward.
Not even looking at Belle he knew what she meant, "Yeah, I can see where you would be coming from, I don't believe too much into Chloe being involved but there is something about her that I can't place yet and it keeps going back to her dark hair. It's all I've ever seen of her in the flesh besides the photos I saw today. Something about it that is exciting yet unnerving."
Belle shrugged not knowing what to say.
"You know what I need right about now, a cappuccino. I think I'm going to run by dot.com real quick and by the time I get back, she and Phillip should be back so me and her can FINALLY meet, okay Belle," Brady said smiling to her as he grabbed his jacket and walked out.
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Brady drove in silence upon pulling onto the side of the street and grabbing a parking spot without paying the meter. He hoped into the store as he could where there stood someone already in line.
The place had been pretty empty except for the usual bunch lined around the music station scanning music in so it would play out onto the earphones. Brady reached the cash register where the girl still looking up to the menu just kept staring at it. After a minute, Brady became frustrated and stated, "Look, can I just zip past you since I already have my mind made up as to what I want."
Turning in slow motion to face him she gave him a look to kill, "No" she stated flatly.
Brady watched as she turned back around and began reading the menu again. Ruffling his hair up quickly in frustration he asked her again, but more politely this time, "Excuse me, Miss… But it would really be doing me the biggest favor if you would just let me order since you seem to be undecided at the moment which is okay, it takes girl a little longer to make a final decision on things since it has to be right for them. It just can't be any old coffee it has to be the right one, almost as if it was the perfect one" he smiled sweetly to her.
Rolling her eyes again she listened half heartedly but when he came to the girl's being picky she shifted her gaze back onto him, "Where do you get off saying it takes US girls longer to make a decision? Or you trying to imply I'm picky? And not only am I picky with my drink but with the guy I choose to bring home to father?"
"No and yes. You act as if there's something wrong with being a little choosy, geesh lighten up a bit and lose the stick that's rooted up you're a**" Brady said bitterly.
"You egotistical jackass" she shouted.
"And not once did I mention how highly I thought of myself. But seeing as I'm in this position talking to someone rude, I think I'm handling myself quite well to the sight for someone who might as well be blind. For a girl who's cute your not too pretty in the inside."
"And who are you? You don't even know me, so don't say anything about what's going on with my insides unless you've been in there"
"Well, I'd feel sorry for the person who did travel that route" Brady mumbled under his breath.
As she no longer replied to him and just stared at him as if she had been seeing him from the first time.
"Oh my, it's you" she said.
"Yeah it's me, I'm glad your finally noticing I'm a human being and not your mother because you would hate to be my daughter with that type of lip," he said staring back to her and then beginning to see something he hadn't noticed before.
"Your Brady?" she questioned as she felt her hands rising to touch to the side of his cheek softly but stopped when she remembered who she was and what she was all about..
"Well, thank you Miss Cleo for telling me my name" sarcastically he said leaving the thought he had been previously leading to, to hang in the air.
"No, actually it's Chloe"
TBC……
Chapter 8: Startling Discovery
It was quiet a car ride to her house. The only chattering that had been going about was when Philip's mother, Kate, had been riding along and keep up a talk with her son about his life. Bringing up things from the past and present which seemed to be the most embarrassing things especially with the presence of Chloe in the backseat smirking along the way as Philip would catch when he looked into the rear view mirror.
Definitely a sight to behold was the smile of Chloe. It just seemed to brighten the whole outside world even though it had become quite dark.
Now the ride back to the Penthouse had been one of silent torture for the two. It was very awkward for Philip since he barely knew her but was more than willing to get to know the mystery behind the new girl who eyes captured you when you attempt to looked past them.
They carried questions and some answers, but the number of questions would appear to outnumber what he would find of interest in reference to her.
Her body positioned in the passenger seat seemed to be one of a bored expression yet she looked so deep into thought, sending John Lennon to retrieve her wouldn't have helped. She was in her own world. And Philip looked at her once again and began to realize he desperately wanted to be in that world with her. To share it with her since there hadn't been anyone in his life since Belle. For the longest time it had only been her in his thoughts and it had only resided around her.
But when he discovered the fact he wanted more than friendship with her he was scared to death of having to share it with her. But that no longer would be an issue, because when he found out where her feelings lay, he placed his own a back burner and allowed her to feel freely about his best friend, Shawn Brady.
It had been a year since the incidental confrontation between him and Belle. One he didn't even want to reiterate the memory back into his mind. In time they got over it, or at least he did since it was more of him not trying to lose their friendship whereas she was…She had been something that Philip couldn't understand and wouldn't be able to understand to this day. Whether or not she had shared her feelings for him as well left his mind because through time they did regain their friendship and it had been stronger than what it was before.
Leaving the endless thoughts of last year alone, Philip turned and watched Chloe again. She was so beautiful it hadn't made any sense. So close yet so distant. Thinking of ways to spark some conversation, and as if she read his mind began talking to him.
"How would you describe Salem to a quiet New Yorker" she said as her dazed eyes transformed into one's of interest and she turned her body to face him.
Philip smiled then replied, "Well, I don't know exactly how to describe it to a quiet New Yorker, but I can describe it for the common person. Salem to me has always been the place of a strong family based community you know. I mean everyone knows like the major or core like families. Tight knit relationships and very friendly. Take in mind you come across the normal irate person or two or the guy that has that look of "duh". But other than that Salem is quiet but has its loud uproars with certain people or events."
Chloe shook her head in having understood what he saying, but then she asked, "When you say certain people, like who?"
Raising an eyebrow Philip thought on this one, "Hmm, I can't think of one of the top of my head, but why do you ask?"
Feeling as if she was becoming close to being found out she quickly replied, "Oh, nothing at all. I'm just a Curious George type but in this case Georgia."
Phillip accepted the answer as is without thinking of going into the fact of how quickly she jumped to answer it, or the goose bumps that popped upon her arm as she anticipated his answer. When out of nowhere Philip said, "But you know what. There has always been this one guy no one really liked. I mean he is hated by most in the town, I mean and even especially by Belle's father who departed over the summer" Philip said as he lowered his head quickly in respect and quickly went back to staring at the road.
Chloe's eager ears got the best of her as she practically shot straight up to hear who it was.
"So, who is this guy, Philip?"
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"What's wrong, Brady?" Belle asked as she stepped over hovering over Brady as he picked up one document from the briefcase and walked off reading it.
Belle had just was about to go following him trying to read it when a document up under it had caught her eye. Belle's eye began to become wide in shock, disbelief, and utter terror if Brady had read the contents of it. And without hesitation, she snatched up any and all documents that contained the information on Chloe's past.
Belle had just about to gain the last paper and stuff it into her back pocket when Brady began to turn red and fume out loud in rage.
"What the hell! Why does she have Stefano down as her reference!? How does she know him? HOW!" he yelled as Shawn stood up and tried to walk over to a shivering Belle and caught onto what she was attempting to do. He saw her reaching for one more and saw how her hand had stopped in mid air and began to tremble. He took over for her with his intuitions by taking the paper out the case for her and folding it into his pocket.
"Brady, calm down! She and Phillip will be back in any minute. And Mom is right upstairs, you don't want to get her worked up as well do you?" Belle said as her lower lip quivered; not understanding how the words were able to fly out her mouth even though her brother's stance was scaring her.
Shaking his head in shame, Brady walked over and placed his loving arms around her, "I'm sorry Belle, it's just you know how I feel about DiMera, and the minute I saw his name attached to her name I thought something suspicious was going on with him and Kate. I don't know why, I just felt that way. Then I linked Chloe into the duo's planning as well. Something about her isn't right to me."
Belle knew Brady had a good nose for smelling something fishy but she didn't know how accurate and precise he could hit the nail on the head with his thoughts.
"Well, I'd suspect Kate or DiMera for that matter about anything but most definitely Kate since she's on the inside but Chloe, no, never her she'd be the clueless one in the whole mess" Belle stated quietly cascading her eyesight downward.
Not even looking at Belle he knew what she meant, "Yeah, I can see where you would be coming from, I don't believe too much into Chloe being involved but there is something about her that I can't place yet and it keeps going back to her dark hair. It's all I've ever seen of her in the flesh besides the photos I saw today. Something about it that is exciting yet unnerving."
Belle shrugged not knowing what to say.
"You know what I need right about now, a cappuccino. I think I'm going to run by dot.com real quick and by the time I get back, she and Phillip should be back so me and her can FINALLY meet, okay Belle," Brady said smiling to her as he grabbed his jacket and walked out.
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Brady drove in silence upon pulling onto the side of the street and grabbing a parking spot without paying the meter. He hoped into the store as he could where there stood someone already in line.
The place had been pretty empty except for the usual bunch lined around the music station scanning music in so it would play out onto the earphones. Brady reached the cash register where the girl still looking up to the menu just kept staring at it. After a minute, Brady became frustrated and stated, "Look, can I just zip past you since I already have my mind made up as to what I want."
Turning in slow motion to face him she gave him a look to kill, "No" she stated flatly.
Brady watched as she turned back around and began reading the menu again. Ruffling his hair up quickly in frustration he asked her again, but more politely this time, "Excuse me, Miss… But it would really be doing me the biggest favor if you would just let me order since you seem to be undecided at the moment which is okay, it takes girl a little longer to make a final decision on things since it has to be right for them. It just can't be any old coffee it has to be the right one, almost as if it was the perfect one" he smiled sweetly to her.
Rolling her eyes again she listened half heartedly but when he came to the girl's being picky she shifted her gaze back onto him, "Where do you get off saying it takes US girls longer to make a decision? Or you trying to imply I'm picky? And not only am I picky with my drink but with the guy I choose to bring home to father?"
"No and yes. You act as if there's something wrong with being a little choosy, geesh lighten up a bit and lose the stick that's rooted up you're a**" Brady said bitterly.
"You egotistical jackass" she shouted.
"And not once did I mention how highly I thought of myself. But seeing as I'm in this position talking to someone rude, I think I'm handling myself quite well to the sight for someone who might as well be blind. For a girl who's cute your not too pretty in the inside."
"And who are you? You don't even know me, so don't say anything about what's going on with my insides unless you've been in there"
"Well, I'd feel sorry for the person who did travel that route" Brady mumbled under his breath.
As she no longer replied to him and just stared at him as if she had been seeing him from the first time.
"Oh my, it's you" she said.
"Yeah it's me, I'm glad your finally noticing I'm a human being and not your mother because you would hate to be my daughter with that type of lip," he said staring back to her and then beginning to see something he hadn't noticed before.
"Your Brady?" she questioned as she felt her hands rising to touch to the side of his cheek softly but stopped when she remembered who she was and what she was all about..
"Well, thank you Miss Cleo for telling me my name" sarcastically he said leaving the thought he had been previously leading to, to hang in the air.
"No, actually it's Chloe"
TBC……