Chapter 6: The Truth and Nothing But the Truth So Help You God
"Rolf's gone," Brady shook his head, not believing it. "How can he-I mean, how is it.what the hell?"
John swallowed the sense of dread pooling into his stomach. "Someone else is in the house. Everybody back to the living room! Now!" The group scurried back to the living room, their footsteps burning a path along the carpet.
"This is crazy and creepy and I just want to get the hell out of here," Sami screeched, as Lucas tried to calm his wife down.
"What? What is it?" Belle put down her cup of ice.
John sighed. "It's Rolf, honey. His body is missing."
Shawn eyes widened as he massaged Belle's shoulders. "But he's dead."
"Don't you think we know that," Lucas snapped.
"Look don't you start taking your frustrations out on me, you sonovabitch!"
"Oh, put a sock in it Shawn before I come over there and kick my foot up your Tom-Cruise-wannabe, brief-wearing, foot-kissing, pansy ass!"
Shawn pulled away from his wife and removed his tux jacket. "Oh, you wanna take this outside man?"
"What? What are you gonna do? You gonna kill me now too man, huh?"
John had had enough. "Lucas, Shawn, cool it! We're all a little agitated here. Nerves are frayed and we're all on edge! But we have to calm down here! We have to stick together! I don't know what the hell is going on tonight! I don't know why we ever came to this godforsaken house either. Something is going on here. Someone is in this house. And it's the same person that killed Rolf tonight and the same person that just took his body from the dining room. It's not safe here and I think we'll all be better off if we stick together."
Belle began to sob. "I just want to get out of here! I think we should just wake Bart up and give him whatever the hell he wants."
Brady scoffed. "And let him control how we dictate the rest of our lives? I don't think so."
"Well then big bro, why don't we just let him reveal our secrets then hmm? Mine's not that bad frankly. And I don't think my husband's could be all that bad either. Unless you're so adamant about keeping your secret because it's as bad as I think it is."
Brady gritted his teeth. "Close your mouth Belle, before I-"
"Before you what Brady?" She pulled herself off of the couch and approached her brother challengingly. "You know your face got a little pale when Rolf mentioned something to you earlier. Someone's initials actually. What was that about? Or should I say who?"
All eyes were on Brady as his deeply hurt eyes bore into his sister's. His features slowly turned icy in the dim room as his defenses snapped up. "Is that what you really think of me Belle? Do you really believe that I would do something like that? Cheat on my wife?"
It was silent in the room for a few moments; the only sound was the pattering of the rain on the windows. Belle swallowed hard and averted her gaze away from her brother's intense stare, suddenly feeling ashamed. "No, Brady. I'm sorry. I-I was just.with hormones and everything. It was stupid. I-"
His gaze softened as he wrapped his sister into a hug. "It's okay Belle. We're all a little shaken up. It's been a long night and with you in labor- - What are you doing standing anyway? You should be sitting down and relaxing. And pushing or something."
"Hardly." Belle laughed. "These contractions are few and far between. Frankly, I'm just bored. This is a piece of cake really."
"No problem, huh?" Brady laughed and kissed his sister tenderly on the forehead as he walked her back to her place onto one of the couches. Everyone took their seats as they found the touching scene before them calmed them immensely. Everyone except one person: Chloe.
"Would you Brady?" Chloe stood by the punch bowl and eyed her husband despairingly from his place on the couch as he stood slowly, meeting her heated gaze.
"Would I what Chloe?" His brow was knit with confusion.
"You know.cheat on me." She crossed her arms over her chest, anger begin to grow within her. The lights flickered back on.
"Oh Chloe." Brady sighed. "Not you too? Of all the people in the world.how could you, off all people, ever doubt me or my love for you?"
"Well you didn't answer Belle's question and you're still not answering mine."
"Because that question is ridiculous!" He laughed lightly as he nervously tugged on his earlobe. "I mean, come on." He prattled on a bit as he walked behind the couch Belle and Shawn were seated on, putting even more distance between Chloe and himself. All eyes were on this very tense couple, but Brady and Chloe felt as if no one but each other was in the room, no one in this moment but them.
"Who is she Black?"
"What?" He scoffed and ran a hand through his hair nervously. "Who?"
"Miss S.R.! What's her name Black!?"
"Oh, Chloe shut up before you say anything you'll regret. You're making a fool out of yourself if you could even think that I could ever look at, let alone lay a hand on another woman!"
"Susan? Sandy? Sonya?" She picked up a crystal vase from the table.
Brady's eyes widened as he clutched the back of the couch. "Now, be reasonable Chloe. I would never! Could never! Ever do that to you or to us! I love you, you idiot!"
"Liar!!!" She hurled the vase at his head, missing her target; it splattered against the wall instead as he quickly ducked behind the couch.
"Get up you coward!" She yelled as picked up the sterling silver ladle from the punch bowl.
He rose cautiously and threw himself back down as he saw the ladle being flung his way. "You're insane Chloe! Get a hold of yourself," he shouted from his place behind the couch.
"Oh, I'll get a hold of myself alright. Right after I beat your head in," Chloe stated as she gripped a brass candleholder and proceeded to make her way over to her husband as he rose from his place behind the couch.
Brady held up his hands in protest. "Chloe.Chloe, knock it off. This isn't funny." He began to back up as she pointed the holder at him, rage bursting from her eyes. "You're a dog, Black."
"I did not cheat on you, you silly fool!"
"You cheat on me and now I'm the fool Brady? That's rich!" She successfully hit him over the head with the brass candleholder when she threw it at his forehead. Brady turned around to kick it away from them, in case she got any other ideas when she jumped on his back and proceeded to attack him. "You assh*le! I loved you so much and you go and screw us over! Five years! Five years for what!?"
"Ow.ah.. Chloe stop!" Brady tried to get her off his back as she bit down on his ear. "Ow!!! Don't just stand there! Help!" Brady shouted at the other people in the room who had apparently been finding great enjoyment in his predicament.
John stood reluctantly, nervous about interfering with his son's and Chloe's fight. Plus Chloe was mad and when she was mad, there was no helping anyone. "Chloe, calm down sweetie." John tried to reason with her.
Chloe glared at John from her place on Brady's back, as her arm was tightly wrapped around his throat. "This is none of your business John!" John sat down abruptly, leaving his son to fend for himself.
Brady felt light-headed from Chloe's arm constricting his throat, cutting off his air supply. He knew he was stronger than her and could probably fling her off of him with no problem but there was no way in hell he'd hurt her. Plus, she'd feel so much worse later on when she found out how wrong she really was. He didn't want to miss that. Not to mention the fact that Chloe could be absolutely scary sometimes. "Chloe, I did not cheat on you once and for all!" He wheezed.
"Oh yeah," she challenged. "Well, who the hell is S.R. then?" They were in the center of the room now. "Who is she?"
"Sami alright! Sami Roberts!" He felt Chloe still from her place on his back, her grip on his neck loosening...a little. She dropped to her feet and he turned around and tenderly gripped her shoulders. He felt his heart break from the tears that welled in her already red eyes. "It was Sami. Alright?"
"But I thought you hated Sami." The tears fell, leaving lines of mascara down her flushed cheeks.
"I did. I do." He brushed away her tears with the pads of his thumbs. "I didn't sleep with her," he said so softly that only Chloe could here. "I could never imagine myself being with anyone but you, don't you know that?" He felt a tap on his left shoulder and turned around. He felt a fist connect with his face as he stumbled to the ground. "What the---"
"Damn it Lucas!" Chloe screamed as she knelt down to cover her husband's hand that cupped his jaw. "Oh Brady honey."
"He slept with my wife!" Lucas stood, hovering over the couple on the ground.
He rubbed his jaw, grimacing at Lucas' cheap shot. "No offense, but the simple idea of doing anything remotely romantic with Sami repulses the hell out of me."
"Get up, you piece of sh&t liar!"
Brady stood slowly, defying Lucas to use that tone with him now, on two solid feet. "What was that Lucas?"
Lucas cleared his throat. "Uh.nothing man."
"I didn't sleep with Sami. She's a mutant. There was never and will never be anything romantic between us. In fact, it was just the opposite."
Lucas sneered. "Opposite? What the hell are you talking about?"
"It was strictly professional Roberts. Sami and I were working together."
Chloe was confused. "Working together?"
He nodded to Chloe and turned back to Lucas. "To bring you and Titan down. She was a spy for me against your company Lucas."
"What!?" Lucas couldn't believe this.
"Titan and Basic Black have been at each other's throats since their inception. You'd done a lot of sneaky things in the past to try and sink Basic Black and I'd always tried to play fair but it never really helped in the end. The business world is a shrewd place; I learned that from you. So when Sami came to my office one day, offering to help, how could I refuse?"
Lucas turned to his wife. "Is this true Sami?"
She tossed her head back defiantly. "Yes, it is."
"But you hate Brady!"
"Yes, I do but I found out your secret Lucas. I know you're sleeping with that slut Nicole! And what better way to get my revenge than going to your only rival: Brady Black of Basic Black? I told him facts and figures and clients and campaigns and I don't regret one single word of it." She took a seat and Lucas sighed heavily as he sat in a chair in the corner of the room, spent. The room was silent again except for the sound of the rain as it began to pick up.
Chlow swallowed nervously and spoke. "I.uh.I lip sang at the Salem Tree Association's Arbor Day Save the Trees Celebration. You know the one they made into a live music CD? They wanted me to sing on that platform outside at the picnic. I insisted there was no way my voice could carry unless I lip sung but they were just as unrelenting. So I asked for more money to sing live. They obliged, but I lip sung anyway without their knowledge." The room was silent a few beats before uproarious laughter filled the air.
Brady smiled as the group's laughter subsided. "You know Chloe, I was a little suspicious at the time. But I just figured that health kick you were on at the time just really, really worked." She elbowed him in his side, causing him to mock injury. "Okay, will no one beat me up anymore tonight please?"
Belle chuckled and finished breathing through a contraction. "I get free groceries at the Food Palace. One of the managers there sells brownies filled with a little something-something if you know what I mean. I found out one day when I went to buy an ice cream cake and when I dropped my purse behind the counter, I sort of leaned over the counter to see if I could reach it because the baker had gone back to get my cake from one of the freezers. That's when I saw dozens of packages marked 'Dave's and Mary Jane's Brownies.' Turned out it was the bakery manager, Dave Hunt, was packaging and selling the brownies for individual profit. If you quote unquote knew about the brownies, you sort of had to ask for them you know? Well, I told him about my husband being a cop and well sort of negotiated a deal. It's just that tomatoes were getting so expensive at the time and well I was into a lot of salads then. So free groceries ever since."
The group laughed again prompting Marlena to reveal that sometimes she fudged her timer during patient sessions, making the hour about 45 mins instead, still charging them for the hour. Suddenly encouraged, John revealed to the group that he'd wracked up frequent flyer miles years before under various names to use now and avoid having to use his jet, now that he and Marlena were quite the avid travelers. The group laughed some more and relaxed, feeling completely at ease for the first time this entire night. Shawn chuckled ready to reveal his secret. "You're going to love this Belle. You really are.I mean.you'll just freak out." He laughed nervously causing Belle to eye him suspiciously.
"Just say it Shawn. You're worrying me more than anything." The group was silent, awaiting Shawn's answer.
He half smiled. "Uh.a few months ago Cynthia came into my office at work. You remember her, don't you honey?" He tenderly wiped her forehead with a cool cloth.
"Unfortunately," she lightly smacked Shawn's hand away from her sweaty forehead. "What about her?"
"Well, she was kind of down in the dumps. She discovered she was pregnant and needed a little help with things financially. She came to me as a friend because she didn't have anybody and she needed a friend and I---"
"Just spit it out Shawn."
"Right.right. Well, I've sort of been supporting her the past few months and she's gotten it in her head somehow that I'm in love with her and that I'm going to leave you."
"What!?" Belle smacked her husband's chest. "I wonder how she could have ever gotten that idea into her head Shawn," she bit out sarcastically.
"It's only financial support Belle. You have to believe me!"
"So when we couldn't go on that vacation to Florida, it was all because you were too busy supporting that.that.woman!?"
The group was in chaos now, as John had to be held back by Marlena and Brady by Chloe, the two men wanting to punch a hole through Shawn's face. But Belle was holding her own as she berated her imbecile of a husband. "First the thing with Jan when we were in high school and now this! I can't believe you Shawn!"
"I'm going to kill you for hurting my baby, Shawn," John roared as Marlena put a restraining arm on his chest.
Brady nodded. "First the thing in high school Shawn and now this. Don't you ever learn!?"
Chloe tugged at her husband's arm. "Brady, stop it! You're overreacting!"
"Overreacting!? Are you nuts! The guy has proven over and over how absolutely moronic he is! You know what Chloe, just stay out of this!"
"Don't you dare ever talk to me that way or I'll knock you over the head again, you jacka$$!"
By this time, all guests were fighting amongst themselves; apparently all of them had reached their boiling point with being stuck in a house and were out for blood.
"What the hell's going on here," came a voice from the entrance of the living room, causing all of the guests to turn and discover who had just arrived.
"Rolf's gone," Brady shook his head, not believing it. "How can he-I mean, how is it.what the hell?"
John swallowed the sense of dread pooling into his stomach. "Someone else is in the house. Everybody back to the living room! Now!" The group scurried back to the living room, their footsteps burning a path along the carpet.
"This is crazy and creepy and I just want to get the hell out of here," Sami screeched, as Lucas tried to calm his wife down.
"What? What is it?" Belle put down her cup of ice.
John sighed. "It's Rolf, honey. His body is missing."
Shawn eyes widened as he massaged Belle's shoulders. "But he's dead."
"Don't you think we know that," Lucas snapped.
"Look don't you start taking your frustrations out on me, you sonovabitch!"
"Oh, put a sock in it Shawn before I come over there and kick my foot up your Tom-Cruise-wannabe, brief-wearing, foot-kissing, pansy ass!"
Shawn pulled away from his wife and removed his tux jacket. "Oh, you wanna take this outside man?"
"What? What are you gonna do? You gonna kill me now too man, huh?"
John had had enough. "Lucas, Shawn, cool it! We're all a little agitated here. Nerves are frayed and we're all on edge! But we have to calm down here! We have to stick together! I don't know what the hell is going on tonight! I don't know why we ever came to this godforsaken house either. Something is going on here. Someone is in this house. And it's the same person that killed Rolf tonight and the same person that just took his body from the dining room. It's not safe here and I think we'll all be better off if we stick together."
Belle began to sob. "I just want to get out of here! I think we should just wake Bart up and give him whatever the hell he wants."
Brady scoffed. "And let him control how we dictate the rest of our lives? I don't think so."
"Well then big bro, why don't we just let him reveal our secrets then hmm? Mine's not that bad frankly. And I don't think my husband's could be all that bad either. Unless you're so adamant about keeping your secret because it's as bad as I think it is."
Brady gritted his teeth. "Close your mouth Belle, before I-"
"Before you what Brady?" She pulled herself off of the couch and approached her brother challengingly. "You know your face got a little pale when Rolf mentioned something to you earlier. Someone's initials actually. What was that about? Or should I say who?"
All eyes were on Brady as his deeply hurt eyes bore into his sister's. His features slowly turned icy in the dim room as his defenses snapped up. "Is that what you really think of me Belle? Do you really believe that I would do something like that? Cheat on my wife?"
It was silent in the room for a few moments; the only sound was the pattering of the rain on the windows. Belle swallowed hard and averted her gaze away from her brother's intense stare, suddenly feeling ashamed. "No, Brady. I'm sorry. I-I was just.with hormones and everything. It was stupid. I-"
His gaze softened as he wrapped his sister into a hug. "It's okay Belle. We're all a little shaken up. It's been a long night and with you in labor- - What are you doing standing anyway? You should be sitting down and relaxing. And pushing or something."
"Hardly." Belle laughed. "These contractions are few and far between. Frankly, I'm just bored. This is a piece of cake really."
"No problem, huh?" Brady laughed and kissed his sister tenderly on the forehead as he walked her back to her place onto one of the couches. Everyone took their seats as they found the touching scene before them calmed them immensely. Everyone except one person: Chloe.
"Would you Brady?" Chloe stood by the punch bowl and eyed her husband despairingly from his place on the couch as he stood slowly, meeting her heated gaze.
"Would I what Chloe?" His brow was knit with confusion.
"You know.cheat on me." She crossed her arms over her chest, anger begin to grow within her. The lights flickered back on.
"Oh Chloe." Brady sighed. "Not you too? Of all the people in the world.how could you, off all people, ever doubt me or my love for you?"
"Well you didn't answer Belle's question and you're still not answering mine."
"Because that question is ridiculous!" He laughed lightly as he nervously tugged on his earlobe. "I mean, come on." He prattled on a bit as he walked behind the couch Belle and Shawn were seated on, putting even more distance between Chloe and himself. All eyes were on this very tense couple, but Brady and Chloe felt as if no one but each other was in the room, no one in this moment but them.
"Who is she Black?"
"What?" He scoffed and ran a hand through his hair nervously. "Who?"
"Miss S.R.! What's her name Black!?"
"Oh, Chloe shut up before you say anything you'll regret. You're making a fool out of yourself if you could even think that I could ever look at, let alone lay a hand on another woman!"
"Susan? Sandy? Sonya?" She picked up a crystal vase from the table.
Brady's eyes widened as he clutched the back of the couch. "Now, be reasonable Chloe. I would never! Could never! Ever do that to you or to us! I love you, you idiot!"
"Liar!!!" She hurled the vase at his head, missing her target; it splattered against the wall instead as he quickly ducked behind the couch.
"Get up you coward!" She yelled as picked up the sterling silver ladle from the punch bowl.
He rose cautiously and threw himself back down as he saw the ladle being flung his way. "You're insane Chloe! Get a hold of yourself," he shouted from his place behind the couch.
"Oh, I'll get a hold of myself alright. Right after I beat your head in," Chloe stated as she gripped a brass candleholder and proceeded to make her way over to her husband as he rose from his place behind the couch.
Brady held up his hands in protest. "Chloe.Chloe, knock it off. This isn't funny." He began to back up as she pointed the holder at him, rage bursting from her eyes. "You're a dog, Black."
"I did not cheat on you, you silly fool!"
"You cheat on me and now I'm the fool Brady? That's rich!" She successfully hit him over the head with the brass candleholder when she threw it at his forehead. Brady turned around to kick it away from them, in case she got any other ideas when she jumped on his back and proceeded to attack him. "You assh*le! I loved you so much and you go and screw us over! Five years! Five years for what!?"
"Ow.ah.. Chloe stop!" Brady tried to get her off his back as she bit down on his ear. "Ow!!! Don't just stand there! Help!" Brady shouted at the other people in the room who had apparently been finding great enjoyment in his predicament.
John stood reluctantly, nervous about interfering with his son's and Chloe's fight. Plus Chloe was mad and when she was mad, there was no helping anyone. "Chloe, calm down sweetie." John tried to reason with her.
Chloe glared at John from her place on Brady's back, as her arm was tightly wrapped around his throat. "This is none of your business John!" John sat down abruptly, leaving his son to fend for himself.
Brady felt light-headed from Chloe's arm constricting his throat, cutting off his air supply. He knew he was stronger than her and could probably fling her off of him with no problem but there was no way in hell he'd hurt her. Plus, she'd feel so much worse later on when she found out how wrong she really was. He didn't want to miss that. Not to mention the fact that Chloe could be absolutely scary sometimes. "Chloe, I did not cheat on you once and for all!" He wheezed.
"Oh yeah," she challenged. "Well, who the hell is S.R. then?" They were in the center of the room now. "Who is she?"
"Sami alright! Sami Roberts!" He felt Chloe still from her place on his back, her grip on his neck loosening...a little. She dropped to her feet and he turned around and tenderly gripped her shoulders. He felt his heart break from the tears that welled in her already red eyes. "It was Sami. Alright?"
"But I thought you hated Sami." The tears fell, leaving lines of mascara down her flushed cheeks.
"I did. I do." He brushed away her tears with the pads of his thumbs. "I didn't sleep with her," he said so softly that only Chloe could here. "I could never imagine myself being with anyone but you, don't you know that?" He felt a tap on his left shoulder and turned around. He felt a fist connect with his face as he stumbled to the ground. "What the---"
"Damn it Lucas!" Chloe screamed as she knelt down to cover her husband's hand that cupped his jaw. "Oh Brady honey."
"He slept with my wife!" Lucas stood, hovering over the couple on the ground.
He rubbed his jaw, grimacing at Lucas' cheap shot. "No offense, but the simple idea of doing anything remotely romantic with Sami repulses the hell out of me."
"Get up, you piece of sh&t liar!"
Brady stood slowly, defying Lucas to use that tone with him now, on two solid feet. "What was that Lucas?"
Lucas cleared his throat. "Uh.nothing man."
"I didn't sleep with Sami. She's a mutant. There was never and will never be anything romantic between us. In fact, it was just the opposite."
Lucas sneered. "Opposite? What the hell are you talking about?"
"It was strictly professional Roberts. Sami and I were working together."
Chloe was confused. "Working together?"
He nodded to Chloe and turned back to Lucas. "To bring you and Titan down. She was a spy for me against your company Lucas."
"What!?" Lucas couldn't believe this.
"Titan and Basic Black have been at each other's throats since their inception. You'd done a lot of sneaky things in the past to try and sink Basic Black and I'd always tried to play fair but it never really helped in the end. The business world is a shrewd place; I learned that from you. So when Sami came to my office one day, offering to help, how could I refuse?"
Lucas turned to his wife. "Is this true Sami?"
She tossed her head back defiantly. "Yes, it is."
"But you hate Brady!"
"Yes, I do but I found out your secret Lucas. I know you're sleeping with that slut Nicole! And what better way to get my revenge than going to your only rival: Brady Black of Basic Black? I told him facts and figures and clients and campaigns and I don't regret one single word of it." She took a seat and Lucas sighed heavily as he sat in a chair in the corner of the room, spent. The room was silent again except for the sound of the rain as it began to pick up.
Chlow swallowed nervously and spoke. "I.uh.I lip sang at the Salem Tree Association's Arbor Day Save the Trees Celebration. You know the one they made into a live music CD? They wanted me to sing on that platform outside at the picnic. I insisted there was no way my voice could carry unless I lip sung but they were just as unrelenting. So I asked for more money to sing live. They obliged, but I lip sung anyway without their knowledge." The room was silent a few beats before uproarious laughter filled the air.
Brady smiled as the group's laughter subsided. "You know Chloe, I was a little suspicious at the time. But I just figured that health kick you were on at the time just really, really worked." She elbowed him in his side, causing him to mock injury. "Okay, will no one beat me up anymore tonight please?"
Belle chuckled and finished breathing through a contraction. "I get free groceries at the Food Palace. One of the managers there sells brownies filled with a little something-something if you know what I mean. I found out one day when I went to buy an ice cream cake and when I dropped my purse behind the counter, I sort of leaned over the counter to see if I could reach it because the baker had gone back to get my cake from one of the freezers. That's when I saw dozens of packages marked 'Dave's and Mary Jane's Brownies.' Turned out it was the bakery manager, Dave Hunt, was packaging and selling the brownies for individual profit. If you quote unquote knew about the brownies, you sort of had to ask for them you know? Well, I told him about my husband being a cop and well sort of negotiated a deal. It's just that tomatoes were getting so expensive at the time and well I was into a lot of salads then. So free groceries ever since."
The group laughed again prompting Marlena to reveal that sometimes she fudged her timer during patient sessions, making the hour about 45 mins instead, still charging them for the hour. Suddenly encouraged, John revealed to the group that he'd wracked up frequent flyer miles years before under various names to use now and avoid having to use his jet, now that he and Marlena were quite the avid travelers. The group laughed some more and relaxed, feeling completely at ease for the first time this entire night. Shawn chuckled ready to reveal his secret. "You're going to love this Belle. You really are.I mean.you'll just freak out." He laughed nervously causing Belle to eye him suspiciously.
"Just say it Shawn. You're worrying me more than anything." The group was silent, awaiting Shawn's answer.
He half smiled. "Uh.a few months ago Cynthia came into my office at work. You remember her, don't you honey?" He tenderly wiped her forehead with a cool cloth.
"Unfortunately," she lightly smacked Shawn's hand away from her sweaty forehead. "What about her?"
"Well, she was kind of down in the dumps. She discovered she was pregnant and needed a little help with things financially. She came to me as a friend because she didn't have anybody and she needed a friend and I---"
"Just spit it out Shawn."
"Right.right. Well, I've sort of been supporting her the past few months and she's gotten it in her head somehow that I'm in love with her and that I'm going to leave you."
"What!?" Belle smacked her husband's chest. "I wonder how she could have ever gotten that idea into her head Shawn," she bit out sarcastically.
"It's only financial support Belle. You have to believe me!"
"So when we couldn't go on that vacation to Florida, it was all because you were too busy supporting that.that.woman!?"
The group was in chaos now, as John had to be held back by Marlena and Brady by Chloe, the two men wanting to punch a hole through Shawn's face. But Belle was holding her own as she berated her imbecile of a husband. "First the thing with Jan when we were in high school and now this! I can't believe you Shawn!"
"I'm going to kill you for hurting my baby, Shawn," John roared as Marlena put a restraining arm on his chest.
Brady nodded. "First the thing in high school Shawn and now this. Don't you ever learn!?"
Chloe tugged at her husband's arm. "Brady, stop it! You're overreacting!"
"Overreacting!? Are you nuts! The guy has proven over and over how absolutely moronic he is! You know what Chloe, just stay out of this!"
"Don't you dare ever talk to me that way or I'll knock you over the head again, you jacka$$!"
By this time, all guests were fighting amongst themselves; apparently all of them had reached their boiling point with being stuck in a house and were out for blood.
"What the hell's going on here," came a voice from the entrance of the living room, causing all of the guests to turn and discover who had just arrived.