AN: Feedback is loved and appreciated. I still don't own GH or any of its
characters, unfortunately, but I do own this story! R&R please!
Chapter Two:
I sit back comfortably on my chair and giggle softly as I stare at the priceless picture in front of me. I'm now at the Port Charles Hotel, as I couldn't stand to live in that Lakehouse anymore. Way too many memories that were dredged up there. I still had Jax's heartfelt message on the answering machine, as I couldn't bring myself to delete it. But every time I listened to it was like torture as I remembered what could have been. So finally, earlier today, I got up the courage to finally get rid of that message.
Well, not just the message, the entire answering machine. I threw it in the lake.and it felt good. Really good. So after that I smashed every single fragile object in the house, pawned off every single piece of jewelry that Jax ever bought me, went out and bought some of my own jewelry, burned all of Jax's clothes and every picture of him in the house, packed up my clothes, and left the Lakehouse for good.
Oh, but that's not all. I then went to Brenda's cottage and informed Jax that I was throwing in the towel and that he could have the Lakehouse. He was skeptical at first, of course, but then I really put on one of my best performances, if I do say so myself, and gave a heartfelt speech about how I needed to stop hanging onto the past. At that, he gave in, said an icily polite "thank you", and slammed the door in my face. The usual treatment of me these days. But I shrugged it off and told myself that I would get him back later that night.
From there I raced straight to the Lakehouse and hid out there, waiting for Jax's destined arrival. I was not disappointed, as about 10 minutes later I heard another car pulling up and heard footsteps approaching the house. Unfortunately, I also heard one of Brenda's fingernails-on-chalkboard-giggles and then heard the slut say something about how she was glad I "finally let go of you, Jax!" Stupid, husband- stealing whore. I was tempted to run out there and let her sleep with the answering machine, but I convinced myself to wait, knowing the payoff would be brilliance. Finally the moment came, Jax and mistress stepped into the residence, and got a glimpse of the "new and improved" Lakehouse. Complete with a pile of burnt clothes & pictures in the middle of the living room, smashed crystal (and the glass from all the windows) covering the floor of each room, every single piece of furniture turned over, and a little note sitting on the table. Right then, the flash went off on my camera. What? It's not like I couldn't pass on an opportunity to capture that look forever, besides they couldn't see me because I took the picture from the outside, and they were too preoccupied with the shambled Lakehouse. It's hard to describe it was a mix between an "Ohmygod" and a "Whatthehell?" expression that covered their faces. Heh heh.
Then Jax went over to the coffee table (the only piece of furniture that hadn't been destroyed) and read my little memo. I believe that it went something like this:
Dear Jax and Mistress, Did you honestly think that I, Skye Chandler Quartermaine, would give up so easily? Because if you did, then Jax, you never knew me at all. You should know that I always get my payback to anyone that crosses me. And this? This is just the beginning of my vengeance. I really hope that you two enjoyed your one night of sweet adultery, because these are the consequences from it. And believe you me; you'll never have another "sweet" night again.
With love always, Skye Chandler-Quartermaine-Jacks (forgot that for a second, didn't ya?)
Ahhhh.sweet payback. And that was just the tip of the iceberg. From here on out, it's open fire on those two. Plus, I now have some help. I have AJ, of course, but now I also have my new friend named Ric.
*Flashback*
"I'm Skye Chandler-Quartermaine," I said, offering a hand and a pleasant smile to the stranger in front of me. I purposely left out my married name. I only use it around Jax and Brenda now, and just because it gets their blood boiling. He looked at my extended hand for a second and reluctantly shook it, not speaking a word but proffering a smile in return.
"Oh, come on, you've got to have a name," I said charmingly, still presenting my lovely smile. Hey, I know how to work my looks to my advantage, and I know I've got a nice smile.
He stared at me a few seconds longer. His dark eyes probed over me, as if trying to read me, but he still didn't offer any information.
I sighed and dropped my hand, deciding to try this in a new direction.
"Ok, fine, if that's the way you want it to be." I brushed past him and began to walk away. After a few seconds he fell into my trap and called my name. I smiled, my back still turned, before putting on an innocent look and sauntering back to him.
"Yes.?" I questioned putting on my best innocent act.
He looked down and smiled before looking back up at me and saying "Ric."
"What about it?"
"That's my name, Ric, and that's all the information you need to know," he finished before turning his back to me and disappearing back into the crowd.
*End Flashback*
OK, so maybe I didn't have help yet. But all I needed was a good strategy and he'd be on my side in no time.
AN: Thanks for reading! R&R please!
Chapter Two:
I sit back comfortably on my chair and giggle softly as I stare at the priceless picture in front of me. I'm now at the Port Charles Hotel, as I couldn't stand to live in that Lakehouse anymore. Way too many memories that were dredged up there. I still had Jax's heartfelt message on the answering machine, as I couldn't bring myself to delete it. But every time I listened to it was like torture as I remembered what could have been. So finally, earlier today, I got up the courage to finally get rid of that message.
Well, not just the message, the entire answering machine. I threw it in the lake.and it felt good. Really good. So after that I smashed every single fragile object in the house, pawned off every single piece of jewelry that Jax ever bought me, went out and bought some of my own jewelry, burned all of Jax's clothes and every picture of him in the house, packed up my clothes, and left the Lakehouse for good.
Oh, but that's not all. I then went to Brenda's cottage and informed Jax that I was throwing in the towel and that he could have the Lakehouse. He was skeptical at first, of course, but then I really put on one of my best performances, if I do say so myself, and gave a heartfelt speech about how I needed to stop hanging onto the past. At that, he gave in, said an icily polite "thank you", and slammed the door in my face. The usual treatment of me these days. But I shrugged it off and told myself that I would get him back later that night.
From there I raced straight to the Lakehouse and hid out there, waiting for Jax's destined arrival. I was not disappointed, as about 10 minutes later I heard another car pulling up and heard footsteps approaching the house. Unfortunately, I also heard one of Brenda's fingernails-on-chalkboard-giggles and then heard the slut say something about how she was glad I "finally let go of you, Jax!" Stupid, husband- stealing whore. I was tempted to run out there and let her sleep with the answering machine, but I convinced myself to wait, knowing the payoff would be brilliance. Finally the moment came, Jax and mistress stepped into the residence, and got a glimpse of the "new and improved" Lakehouse. Complete with a pile of burnt clothes & pictures in the middle of the living room, smashed crystal (and the glass from all the windows) covering the floor of each room, every single piece of furniture turned over, and a little note sitting on the table. Right then, the flash went off on my camera. What? It's not like I couldn't pass on an opportunity to capture that look forever, besides they couldn't see me because I took the picture from the outside, and they were too preoccupied with the shambled Lakehouse. It's hard to describe it was a mix between an "Ohmygod" and a "Whatthehell?" expression that covered their faces. Heh heh.
Then Jax went over to the coffee table (the only piece of furniture that hadn't been destroyed) and read my little memo. I believe that it went something like this:
Dear Jax and Mistress, Did you honestly think that I, Skye Chandler Quartermaine, would give up so easily? Because if you did, then Jax, you never knew me at all. You should know that I always get my payback to anyone that crosses me. And this? This is just the beginning of my vengeance. I really hope that you two enjoyed your one night of sweet adultery, because these are the consequences from it. And believe you me; you'll never have another "sweet" night again.
With love always, Skye Chandler-Quartermaine-Jacks (forgot that for a second, didn't ya?)
Ahhhh.sweet payback. And that was just the tip of the iceberg. From here on out, it's open fire on those two. Plus, I now have some help. I have AJ, of course, but now I also have my new friend named Ric.
*Flashback*
"I'm Skye Chandler-Quartermaine," I said, offering a hand and a pleasant smile to the stranger in front of me. I purposely left out my married name. I only use it around Jax and Brenda now, and just because it gets their blood boiling. He looked at my extended hand for a second and reluctantly shook it, not speaking a word but proffering a smile in return.
"Oh, come on, you've got to have a name," I said charmingly, still presenting my lovely smile. Hey, I know how to work my looks to my advantage, and I know I've got a nice smile.
He stared at me a few seconds longer. His dark eyes probed over me, as if trying to read me, but he still didn't offer any information.
I sighed and dropped my hand, deciding to try this in a new direction.
"Ok, fine, if that's the way you want it to be." I brushed past him and began to walk away. After a few seconds he fell into my trap and called my name. I smiled, my back still turned, before putting on an innocent look and sauntering back to him.
"Yes.?" I questioned putting on my best innocent act.
He looked down and smiled before looking back up at me and saying "Ric."
"What about it?"
"That's my name, Ric, and that's all the information you need to know," he finished before turning his back to me and disappearing back into the crowd.
*End Flashback*
OK, so maybe I didn't have help yet. But all I needed was a good strategy and he'd be on my side in no time.
AN: Thanks for reading! R&R please!