Over the next few chapters I will include what is going on with our girl
revealing some of the 'mysteries' as well as cover what everyone in Port
Charles is doing in reaction to her departure. Time will pass at various
intervals; sometimes the chapter will be brief, such as this one, to set
you up for the next, while other times the chapters will be long covering
very little actual time at all. I will veer off the normal point of views
to bring in others, present flashbacks and do things perhaps unexpected or
seemingly pointless. I ask you to have faith I do have a plan (some where
in the confines of my mind G), and bear with me as with spring break over
and many end of the year projects to do the chapters wont be out as quickly
as you'd like.
~Blood Rose~
It was so hard to let it show,
so hard to let you go
Pay close attention to the scars
Not to the lonely man caged in bars
Turn away 'cause the feeling has died
But before then, it was inside that I cried
(From Inside that I cried, writer unknown)
Chapter 9:
A small beach house stood solemnly against a gray sky. Beyond it the Pacific's slow, rolling movement could be seen matched by all the proper sounds and smells. Dark and lonely the house had sat uninhabited for over a decade but that was about to change.
Antoinette drove up a sandy road towards the house, stopping in front of it. Leaning back in her seat she sighed. It had been a long day of traveling and covering her tracks; she'd sold her car to a small dealership outside Port Charles, hoped long flights from Port Charles to Seattle under a name none would look for, then bought a new car to bring her here, to this secluded place, a place she never thought she'd return to.
She had to force herself to get out of the car and ascend the old wooden steps to the front door. Bending down she loosened a familiar board so she could retrieve an old key suspended from a hiding hook. Antoinette inserted the key, turned, and paused. She had never thought she'd come back here, to this house filled with so many memories, memories she would rather forget.
Pulling herself together she pushed forcing the stubborn door open and walked in to a room void of life.
She made her rounds about the house quickly, opening windows to get rid of the stale air, checking to make sure the electricity, phone, and water had been turned on, as they should have been. The place was clean, she'd picked a good maid, and obviously taken care of. Any damage that would have occurred through storms or simple age had been attended to as needed; she'd seen to it that it been cared for through all the years that had passed. Silly that she'd held onto the place, that she paid for it to be kept up. A symbol perhaps that she never really had let go, that there were things here she didn't want to let go of, parts of herself and her past.
Taking several trips from the car and back, bringing in her clothes, some food she'd picked up as well as other things she suspected she'd need. Well into the night she went about the house, putting things away. Though tired she dared not rest, it would be better if she pushed herself to a point where anything beyond the deepest sleep would be impossible. Strange she chose here to come to rest and hide when here lay the very cause of why she couldn't rest and what she had of long hid from.
There was one room, however, she did not touch, one room she did not enter. When she passed its closed entrance she skirted it as if out of habit. Though it was apart of the house she treated it as separate, something not there, something to be ignored. It was in that room that she most feared, dreaded, and wished to forget.
Meanwhile….
It hadn't taken long for Skye's departure to be spread to all those that mattered. After Jax, Rae had been to first to find out. When she'd gone to the townhouse she'd expected to find Jax hovering about Skye, waiting on her hand and foot, not staring blankly at a wall. He hadn't even gotten up to answer the door leaving her to come in on her on.
Upon seeing the lost look about him she'd immediately become worried, she'd frantically asked him what was wrong and in response he'd simple handed her the letter.
It didn't escape Rae's notice that the letter was neither addressed nor signed but she saw no significance in it reasoning that Skye had probably felt no need to, she didn't see that there might be a reason beyond the obvious.
Rae had quickly called Alan, who'd informed the rest of the Quartermaines who in turn informed others. Before noon had come and gone a gathering had descended upon the Quartermaine mansion to decide how to track Skye down, a task that would prove to be very difficult and perhaps outside of their reach.
~Blood Rose~
It was so hard to let it show,
so hard to let you go
Pay close attention to the scars
Not to the lonely man caged in bars
Turn away 'cause the feeling has died
But before then, it was inside that I cried
(From Inside that I cried, writer unknown)
Chapter 9:
A small beach house stood solemnly against a gray sky. Beyond it the Pacific's slow, rolling movement could be seen matched by all the proper sounds and smells. Dark and lonely the house had sat uninhabited for over a decade but that was about to change.
Antoinette drove up a sandy road towards the house, stopping in front of it. Leaning back in her seat she sighed. It had been a long day of traveling and covering her tracks; she'd sold her car to a small dealership outside Port Charles, hoped long flights from Port Charles to Seattle under a name none would look for, then bought a new car to bring her here, to this secluded place, a place she never thought she'd return to.
She had to force herself to get out of the car and ascend the old wooden steps to the front door. Bending down she loosened a familiar board so she could retrieve an old key suspended from a hiding hook. Antoinette inserted the key, turned, and paused. She had never thought she'd come back here, to this house filled with so many memories, memories she would rather forget.
Pulling herself together she pushed forcing the stubborn door open and walked in to a room void of life.
She made her rounds about the house quickly, opening windows to get rid of the stale air, checking to make sure the electricity, phone, and water had been turned on, as they should have been. The place was clean, she'd picked a good maid, and obviously taken care of. Any damage that would have occurred through storms or simple age had been attended to as needed; she'd seen to it that it been cared for through all the years that had passed. Silly that she'd held onto the place, that she paid for it to be kept up. A symbol perhaps that she never really had let go, that there were things here she didn't want to let go of, parts of herself and her past.
Taking several trips from the car and back, bringing in her clothes, some food she'd picked up as well as other things she suspected she'd need. Well into the night she went about the house, putting things away. Though tired she dared not rest, it would be better if she pushed herself to a point where anything beyond the deepest sleep would be impossible. Strange she chose here to come to rest and hide when here lay the very cause of why she couldn't rest and what she had of long hid from.
There was one room, however, she did not touch, one room she did not enter. When she passed its closed entrance she skirted it as if out of habit. Though it was apart of the house she treated it as separate, something not there, something to be ignored. It was in that room that she most feared, dreaded, and wished to forget.
Meanwhile….
It hadn't taken long for Skye's departure to be spread to all those that mattered. After Jax, Rae had been to first to find out. When she'd gone to the townhouse she'd expected to find Jax hovering about Skye, waiting on her hand and foot, not staring blankly at a wall. He hadn't even gotten up to answer the door leaving her to come in on her on.
Upon seeing the lost look about him she'd immediately become worried, she'd frantically asked him what was wrong and in response he'd simple handed her the letter.
It didn't escape Rae's notice that the letter was neither addressed nor signed but she saw no significance in it reasoning that Skye had probably felt no need to, she didn't see that there might be a reason beyond the obvious.
Rae had quickly called Alan, who'd informed the rest of the Quartermaines who in turn informed others. Before noon had come and gone a gathering had descended upon the Quartermaine mansion to decide how to track Skye down, a task that would prove to be very difficult and perhaps outside of their reach.