Chapter 2
Carly walked into the Quartermaine mansion and immediately saw the butler, Reginald. She smiled at him. He was the one truly nice person in that house besides Lila.
Carly: Hey Reggie.
Reginald: Mrs. Quartermaine.
Carly: How many times have I told you to call me Carly?
Reginald: Sorry.
Carly laughed.
Carly: It's okay. Is my husband home?
Reginald: No. He went out.
Carly: Good.
Reginald knew that Carly couldn't stand AJ, but he'd never tell.
Carly: Maybe I'm not going out to lunch with him after all.
Reginald: I don't know. He looked determined to go out drinking.
Carly: I hate how he does that. He's supposed to be a recovering alcoholic. But he blames me for making him fall off the wagon.
Reginald shrugged.
Reginald: I don't see how being married to you would make him drink.
Carly grinned.
Carly: Aww, thank you Reggie.
She climbed the stairs and headed into her and AJ's bedroom. She immediately saw a beautiful red gown lying on the bed. She walked over and saw that a note was lying on it. It read: To my beautiful wife. I'll pick you up at noon. Wear this.
Carly nearly gagged. But it was a beautiful dress. She would wear it to please him. She hated to do it, but she knew he'd hurt her if she didn't. She sat down on the edge of the bed and shook her head. She was so ashamed of herself. She used to be so strong. She used to be able to stick up to him. But now he would beat her unconscious if she didn't obey him.
She looked at the clock. It was only nine-thirty. She had a little free time to herself. She smiled and walked over to her favorite place in the room. It was the balcony. She looked out the doors onto the snow covered ground. It was the beginning of January, 2004. She was happy that a New Year had been brought in, but she wished that the year could've been rung in with Jason at his home above Jake's. But no, she had to spend it with a bunch of snooty people at the Quartermaine's. That entire night had been full of wine, finger foods, a way-too-fancy dinner, and dancing. God, it had been so boring.
Carly sighed and walked over to her vanity dresser. She sat down and looked into the mirror. The bruise was getting darker and she knew that she'd not be able to hide this one without a lot of work. First, she just needed a warm bath.
She got out of her clothes and walked into the bathroom that was part of her and AJ's room. She started a nice bubble bath and got in. She soaked in the hot water, indulging herself in the way it made her feel.
Carly didn't feel so great. Her stomach was killing her and she knew why. She didn't want to think about it though. The thought of having AJ's child made her feel even worse.
Carly suddenly felt like she couldn't breathe. She started to panic. She was most likely pregnant with a Quartermaine baby and she didn't want to be. She was carrying the child of a man who made her wretch. She jumped out of the bathtub and put on her bathrobe. She hurried over to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a pregnancy test. She had to know for sure.
*~*
Sonny Corinthos had had a hard life. He had lived with his mother from the time he was born to the time that he killed stepfather Deke. Sonny was a major claustrophobic because he would be locked in closets and was forced to hear Deke beat up Adella. But once Sonny turned sixteen and felt brave, he actually killed his stepfather in self-defense. He was never even arrested because the city knew that the good cop, Deke Woods, was in no way a good guy.
Sonny's mother was young when he was born. She was twenty and she was just weak when it came to Deke. But she was alive today because Sonny had saved her life.
There was a knock on Sonny's door. His bodyguard Johnny walked in.
Johnny: Your mother is here.
Sonny: Let her in! Don't keep my mother waiting.
The sweet laugher of Sonny's mother was heard and she walked in. She patted Johnny on the back and just shook her head.
Adella: Johnny, thanks for informing my son that I'm here.
Johnny blushed and walked back out into the hallway to do his job. Sonny smiled at his mother. She was beautiful. She had long black hair and she was definitely of Puerto Rican descent. She had beautiful chocolate eyes and she was just a very petite woman.
Sonny: What are you doing here, mom?
Adella: Well, I would have thought that you'd be happier to see your old mom.
Sonny: I'm sorry, mom.
Adella: Michael, I know. You're a very busy man. I just had to tell you something.
Sonny: What?
Adella: I got a postcard from your father.
Sonny: You did? Where's Mike at now?
Adella: He's in California.
Sonny: Big surprise.
Adella: Yeah. He says he's going well. But I really don't believe that. His handwriting was really messed up. I think he's been drinking.
Sonny shook his head.
Sonny: Well, it's his own fault. We haven't seen him in how long now? Five years? I think that was the last time he visited. Right after I killed Deke.
Adella sighed.
Adella: Your father never has been one to settle down.
Sonny: I know. Luckily, I'm not like him.
Adella smiled.
Adella: You're my perfect son.
Sonny laughed.
Sonny: Perfect? Right . . .
Jason walked in. Adella turned around.
Adella: Hi Jason!
Jason: Hello Ms. Corinthos.
Adella: Call me Adella!
Jason smiled at her and he handed Jason a packet of papers.
Jason: These are what you wanted.
Adella: Oh! The other reason I came over . . . was to tell you that I heard about Brenda. I'm so sorry.
Sonny: It's okay, mom.
Adella: Well, I'll leave you boys to your business. I have some shopping to do. I'll be expecting you to dinner sometime soon.
Sonny: Okay mom.
Adella waved goodbye to Jason and she left.
Sonny: What's all in here?
Jason: Signed witness reports. Fifteen witnesses saw Brenda go into Alcazar's home and the same fifteen saw Alcazar leave with blood all over him.
Sonny: Okay. Good work.
Jason: Now we just have to wait for Alcazar?
Sonny: Yes. And I'm sure he'll make his appearance known.
*~*
Carly sat staring at the test that she had in her hands. It was positive. She was pregnant. She knew it, but it didn't hit as hard until she actually saw the test. She threw it into the trashcan and looked skyward.
What was she going to do? She was having the next Quartermaine baby and she didn't want to. But she wasn't going to get rid of it because she had had friends who had had abortions and they all said that it was the biggest mistake they'd ever made.
She felt the tears starting to flow.
Carly: What am I going to do?
She sniffled and Emily Bowen-Quartermaine walked into the room. She was AJ's adopted sister. She was sixteen-years-old. She was another of the Quartermaine's. She didn't like Carly too much, and it was likewise with Carly. But they did get along sometimes when things got bad. Emily was really close to her brother, Jason.
Emily: Hey Carly.
Carly scoffed.
Carly: What do you want?
Emily: Look . . . I was just about to make a bad remark, but I held back . . . cause I saw that you're crying. What's wrong?
Carly shook her head.
Emily sat down on the side of the bed.
Emily: Come on. Tell me. You know I'll find out anyway. I live here, you know.
Carly: Okay. Okay! I'll tell you . . . Go shut the door.
Emily walked over and shut Carly's bedroom door. She came back over and sat down beside her.
Emily: Okay. What's wrong?
Carly: I'm pregnant with AJ's baby.
Emily's eyes went wide.
Emily: Oh my God!
Carly: Shh!
Emily: Oh God. Grandfather is going to try to get his hooks into that kid.
Carly: I know. I don't want this baby.
Emily: Are you going to have an abortion?
Carly: No. I can't do it. I know that I can't. I am going to have the baby, but . . . I can't let AJ take it from me.
Emily: Why would he? He loves you.
Carly shook her head and buried her face in her hands.
Emily: Is that bruise? Did he hit you?
Carly slowly nodded.
Carly: Don't tell anyone! Please!
She raised her shirt a little and there were bruises all over her side, stomach, and back. Emily covered her mouth with her hand.
Carly: Don't tell anyone about the baby either. Please, Emily. I know you hate me, but AJ can't know yet. Nobody in this house can.
Emily: I won't tell anyone.
Carly: Thank you . . .
Emily: Carly, you let him beat you? Why?
Carly: I'm getting used to it. It doesn't hurt as bad anymore. He just . . . I just think about other things while he's beating me to a pulp.
She got up and walked back into the bathroom to finish her bath. She closed the door behind her and just collapsed on the floor in a fit of tears.
Carly walked into the Quartermaine mansion and immediately saw the butler, Reginald. She smiled at him. He was the one truly nice person in that house besides Lila.
Carly: Hey Reggie.
Reginald: Mrs. Quartermaine.
Carly: How many times have I told you to call me Carly?
Reginald: Sorry.
Carly laughed.
Carly: It's okay. Is my husband home?
Reginald: No. He went out.
Carly: Good.
Reginald knew that Carly couldn't stand AJ, but he'd never tell.
Carly: Maybe I'm not going out to lunch with him after all.
Reginald: I don't know. He looked determined to go out drinking.
Carly: I hate how he does that. He's supposed to be a recovering alcoholic. But he blames me for making him fall off the wagon.
Reginald shrugged.
Reginald: I don't see how being married to you would make him drink.
Carly grinned.
Carly: Aww, thank you Reggie.
She climbed the stairs and headed into her and AJ's bedroom. She immediately saw a beautiful red gown lying on the bed. She walked over and saw that a note was lying on it. It read: To my beautiful wife. I'll pick you up at noon. Wear this.
Carly nearly gagged. But it was a beautiful dress. She would wear it to please him. She hated to do it, but she knew he'd hurt her if she didn't. She sat down on the edge of the bed and shook her head. She was so ashamed of herself. She used to be so strong. She used to be able to stick up to him. But now he would beat her unconscious if she didn't obey him.
She looked at the clock. It was only nine-thirty. She had a little free time to herself. She smiled and walked over to her favorite place in the room. It was the balcony. She looked out the doors onto the snow covered ground. It was the beginning of January, 2004. She was happy that a New Year had been brought in, but she wished that the year could've been rung in with Jason at his home above Jake's. But no, she had to spend it with a bunch of snooty people at the Quartermaine's. That entire night had been full of wine, finger foods, a way-too-fancy dinner, and dancing. God, it had been so boring.
Carly sighed and walked over to her vanity dresser. She sat down and looked into the mirror. The bruise was getting darker and she knew that she'd not be able to hide this one without a lot of work. First, she just needed a warm bath.
She got out of her clothes and walked into the bathroom that was part of her and AJ's room. She started a nice bubble bath and got in. She soaked in the hot water, indulging herself in the way it made her feel.
Carly didn't feel so great. Her stomach was killing her and she knew why. She didn't want to think about it though. The thought of having AJ's child made her feel even worse.
Carly suddenly felt like she couldn't breathe. She started to panic. She was most likely pregnant with a Quartermaine baby and she didn't want to be. She was carrying the child of a man who made her wretch. She jumped out of the bathtub and put on her bathrobe. She hurried over to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a pregnancy test. She had to know for sure.
*~*
Sonny Corinthos had had a hard life. He had lived with his mother from the time he was born to the time that he killed stepfather Deke. Sonny was a major claustrophobic because he would be locked in closets and was forced to hear Deke beat up Adella. But once Sonny turned sixteen and felt brave, he actually killed his stepfather in self-defense. He was never even arrested because the city knew that the good cop, Deke Woods, was in no way a good guy.
Sonny's mother was young when he was born. She was twenty and she was just weak when it came to Deke. But she was alive today because Sonny had saved her life.
There was a knock on Sonny's door. His bodyguard Johnny walked in.
Johnny: Your mother is here.
Sonny: Let her in! Don't keep my mother waiting.
The sweet laugher of Sonny's mother was heard and she walked in. She patted Johnny on the back and just shook her head.
Adella: Johnny, thanks for informing my son that I'm here.
Johnny blushed and walked back out into the hallway to do his job. Sonny smiled at his mother. She was beautiful. She had long black hair and she was definitely of Puerto Rican descent. She had beautiful chocolate eyes and she was just a very petite woman.
Sonny: What are you doing here, mom?
Adella: Well, I would have thought that you'd be happier to see your old mom.
Sonny: I'm sorry, mom.
Adella: Michael, I know. You're a very busy man. I just had to tell you something.
Sonny: What?
Adella: I got a postcard from your father.
Sonny: You did? Where's Mike at now?
Adella: He's in California.
Sonny: Big surprise.
Adella: Yeah. He says he's going well. But I really don't believe that. His handwriting was really messed up. I think he's been drinking.
Sonny shook his head.
Sonny: Well, it's his own fault. We haven't seen him in how long now? Five years? I think that was the last time he visited. Right after I killed Deke.
Adella sighed.
Adella: Your father never has been one to settle down.
Sonny: I know. Luckily, I'm not like him.
Adella smiled.
Adella: You're my perfect son.
Sonny laughed.
Sonny: Perfect? Right . . .
Jason walked in. Adella turned around.
Adella: Hi Jason!
Jason: Hello Ms. Corinthos.
Adella: Call me Adella!
Jason smiled at her and he handed Jason a packet of papers.
Jason: These are what you wanted.
Adella: Oh! The other reason I came over . . . was to tell you that I heard about Brenda. I'm so sorry.
Sonny: It's okay, mom.
Adella: Well, I'll leave you boys to your business. I have some shopping to do. I'll be expecting you to dinner sometime soon.
Sonny: Okay mom.
Adella waved goodbye to Jason and she left.
Sonny: What's all in here?
Jason: Signed witness reports. Fifteen witnesses saw Brenda go into Alcazar's home and the same fifteen saw Alcazar leave with blood all over him.
Sonny: Okay. Good work.
Jason: Now we just have to wait for Alcazar?
Sonny: Yes. And I'm sure he'll make his appearance known.
*~*
Carly sat staring at the test that she had in her hands. It was positive. She was pregnant. She knew it, but it didn't hit as hard until she actually saw the test. She threw it into the trashcan and looked skyward.
What was she going to do? She was having the next Quartermaine baby and she didn't want to. But she wasn't going to get rid of it because she had had friends who had had abortions and they all said that it was the biggest mistake they'd ever made.
She felt the tears starting to flow.
Carly: What am I going to do?
She sniffled and Emily Bowen-Quartermaine walked into the room. She was AJ's adopted sister. She was sixteen-years-old. She was another of the Quartermaine's. She didn't like Carly too much, and it was likewise with Carly. But they did get along sometimes when things got bad. Emily was really close to her brother, Jason.
Emily: Hey Carly.
Carly scoffed.
Carly: What do you want?
Emily: Look . . . I was just about to make a bad remark, but I held back . . . cause I saw that you're crying. What's wrong?
Carly shook her head.
Emily sat down on the side of the bed.
Emily: Come on. Tell me. You know I'll find out anyway. I live here, you know.
Carly: Okay. Okay! I'll tell you . . . Go shut the door.
Emily walked over and shut Carly's bedroom door. She came back over and sat down beside her.
Emily: Okay. What's wrong?
Carly: I'm pregnant with AJ's baby.
Emily's eyes went wide.
Emily: Oh my God!
Carly: Shh!
Emily: Oh God. Grandfather is going to try to get his hooks into that kid.
Carly: I know. I don't want this baby.
Emily: Are you going to have an abortion?
Carly: No. I can't do it. I know that I can't. I am going to have the baby, but . . . I can't let AJ take it from me.
Emily: Why would he? He loves you.
Carly shook her head and buried her face in her hands.
Emily: Is that bruise? Did he hit you?
Carly slowly nodded.
Carly: Don't tell anyone! Please!
She raised her shirt a little and there were bruises all over her side, stomach, and back. Emily covered her mouth with her hand.
Carly: Don't tell anyone about the baby either. Please, Emily. I know you hate me, but AJ can't know yet. Nobody in this house can.
Emily: I won't tell anyone.
Carly: Thank you . . .
Emily: Carly, you let him beat you? Why?
Carly: I'm getting used to it. It doesn't hurt as bad anymore. He just . . . I just think about other things while he's beating me to a pulp.
She got up and walked back into the bathroom to finish her bath. She closed the door behind her and just collapsed on the floor in a fit of tears.