My Life Closed Twice
Chapter 14: Lunch With a Side of Family
Disclaimer: General Hospital and all its characters belong to ABC, Disney, etc.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my faithful beta reader. Please read and review!
Michael took me back to Kelly's. We grabbed the same outdoor table we had sat at the day before and ordered.
"So do you want to tell me or should I guess?" I asked.
"He donated some chromosomes and thinks that makes him a father," Michael reluctantly said.
There was more to the story, but families had secrets. "Junior thinks a lot of things," I said. Still, Junior probably wasn't totally lying. If popular belief held Mr. Corinthos responsible for Aunt Kristina's death it would explain Mom's reaction to the name.
"What does your father do for a living," I asked.
Well that certainly didn't improve Michael's mood, "He rapes and pillages unsuspecting men, women, and children. Didn't you know?"
"No, I didn't know he was royalty," I answered.
Michael laughed. Then he looked at me seriously, "Dad made some tough choices and does have some enemies. They can be less then careful in getting their revenge."
"Their carelessness can cause collateral damage. I'm not an idiot. I know anyone who has bodyguards is not a choirboy. Neither are the Cassadines." I said. I nodded my thanks to the waitress who returned with our food.
"I heard what AJ said about your aunt," Michael said.
"I am not trying to be best friends with your father. Remember I don't like anybody," I said.
Michael leaned back and smiled. "Not even me?"
"Especially not you Spencer," I answered.
"So sad to see one so young so crazy," he sighed.
"With Mr. Spencer in your gene pool I wouldn't toss the word crazy around," I said.
"Did Uncle Luke really kidnap you?" Michael asked.
"It was a mutual decision," I said.
"So that is how the old geezer made it past the bodyguards," Michael said.
"No, we only have bodyguards when the twins visit," I told him. "Although after Dad died it took me three years to convince Uncle Stephan that the daughter of a record executive and a lawyer didn't need them."
"How did you convince him? I had to lose the guards three times a day for months before Dad agreed to loosen up," Michael said.
"Easy, I took martial art classes and beat up two of the guards," I said. "With Uncle Stephan actions speak so much louder then words and nothing speaks louder then a body hitting the floor."
"I had to get Jason to teach me self defense," Michael said.
"Get your money back," I said.
"Just cause I am respectful of little girls doesn't mean I couldn't kick your butt," he justified.
"Right, you couldn't even take care of the little old lady with the shoe," I returned.
Michael sighed, "What are we going to do about her now?"
"I will try and get some information from Aunt Emily," I told him.
"Emily is trustworthy," Michael agreed.
"I thought you were afraid of the Qs Spencer," I questioned.
"Emily is my godmother and not really a Quartermaine," he said.
"Yes she is," I argued. "She just takes after Great-Grandmother Lila."
Michael nodded, "Yeah, she was one great lady."
"You need anything else," the waitress asked.
"No," Michael answered.
I dug into my pocket for some money. "Hey, I promised you lunch," he said.
"No you promised your Grandmother you would get me lunch; you promised me a ride," I told him. "Besides it will do you good not to get your way."
"You are going to become the bane of my existence aren't you?" Michael asked as we started back to his car.
"Think of me as a permanent teacher," I said.
We both reached for the passenger side door handle at the same time. I sighed, "Boy scout I can open my own door." I gave him a slight shove to move him out of my way. He grabbed me with one arm to swing me away from the door in a supposedly impressive display of strength. Then he tripped and we both landed on the sidewalk.
"Graceful," I told him. I hit his chest to get him to let me go. My hand came back red.
Chapter 14: Lunch With a Side of Family
Disclaimer: General Hospital and all its characters belong to ABC, Disney, etc.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my faithful beta reader. Please read and review!
Michael took me back to Kelly's. We grabbed the same outdoor table we had sat at the day before and ordered.
"So do you want to tell me or should I guess?" I asked.
"He donated some chromosomes and thinks that makes him a father," Michael reluctantly said.
There was more to the story, but families had secrets. "Junior thinks a lot of things," I said. Still, Junior probably wasn't totally lying. If popular belief held Mr. Corinthos responsible for Aunt Kristina's death it would explain Mom's reaction to the name.
"What does your father do for a living," I asked.
Well that certainly didn't improve Michael's mood, "He rapes and pillages unsuspecting men, women, and children. Didn't you know?"
"No, I didn't know he was royalty," I answered.
Michael laughed. Then he looked at me seriously, "Dad made some tough choices and does have some enemies. They can be less then careful in getting their revenge."
"Their carelessness can cause collateral damage. I'm not an idiot. I know anyone who has bodyguards is not a choirboy. Neither are the Cassadines." I said. I nodded my thanks to the waitress who returned with our food.
"I heard what AJ said about your aunt," Michael said.
"I am not trying to be best friends with your father. Remember I don't like anybody," I said.
Michael leaned back and smiled. "Not even me?"
"Especially not you Spencer," I answered.
"So sad to see one so young so crazy," he sighed.
"With Mr. Spencer in your gene pool I wouldn't toss the word crazy around," I said.
"Did Uncle Luke really kidnap you?" Michael asked.
"It was a mutual decision," I said.
"So that is how the old geezer made it past the bodyguards," Michael said.
"No, we only have bodyguards when the twins visit," I told him. "Although after Dad died it took me three years to convince Uncle Stephan that the daughter of a record executive and a lawyer didn't need them."
"How did you convince him? I had to lose the guards three times a day for months before Dad agreed to loosen up," Michael said.
"Easy, I took martial art classes and beat up two of the guards," I said. "With Uncle Stephan actions speak so much louder then words and nothing speaks louder then a body hitting the floor."
"I had to get Jason to teach me self defense," Michael said.
"Get your money back," I said.
"Just cause I am respectful of little girls doesn't mean I couldn't kick your butt," he justified.
"Right, you couldn't even take care of the little old lady with the shoe," I returned.
Michael sighed, "What are we going to do about her now?"
"I will try and get some information from Aunt Emily," I told him.
"Emily is trustworthy," Michael agreed.
"I thought you were afraid of the Qs Spencer," I questioned.
"Emily is my godmother and not really a Quartermaine," he said.
"Yes she is," I argued. "She just takes after Great-Grandmother Lila."
Michael nodded, "Yeah, she was one great lady."
"You need anything else," the waitress asked.
"No," Michael answered.
I dug into my pocket for some money. "Hey, I promised you lunch," he said.
"No you promised your Grandmother you would get me lunch; you promised me a ride," I told him. "Besides it will do you good not to get your way."
"You are going to become the bane of my existence aren't you?" Michael asked as we started back to his car.
"Think of me as a permanent teacher," I said.
We both reached for the passenger side door handle at the same time. I sighed, "Boy scout I can open my own door." I gave him a slight shove to move him out of my way. He grabbed me with one arm to swing me away from the door in a supposedly impressive display of strength. Then he tripped and we both landed on the sidewalk.
"Graceful," I told him. I hit his chest to get him to let me go. My hand came back red.