Brady moaned and blinked his eyes before realizing he didn't have school today. Then he looked over
at Chloe and silently cursed his step-father under his breath.
Ever since his mother had married Victor Kiriakis, his life had been a living hell. He heard his mother
call out:
"Breakfast is ready, Brady! Are you up yet?"
"Coming, Marlena!" Brady replied, knowing that it pissed his mother off when he called her by her name and not
caring.
Chloe began to shift in the bed next to him. When her wide blue eyes opened, she gasped.
"What? Where am I?"
"At my house. I couldn't just leave you there at that-that-you'll be safe here. What were you doing at a
place like that anyway? It was obvious you were a virgin and-"
She began crying and he put his arms around her carefully.
"I-I-I was kidnapped. My kidnapper wanted to sell me to that whorehouse. He swore he'd beat me if I didn't do what
he said. I-I was so scared. My parents must think I'm dead or something."
He stroked her hair and rocked her.
"It's ok. I'll take you back home, I promise. And I swear I didn't know why my step-father had brought me there last
night. But I'm glad he did because now I can help you escape from your kidnapper."
"Is this your shirt?"
Brady laughed.
"Uh, yeah. You like it? It looks great on you."
Chloe gave him a tentative smile.
"It's alright."
There was a knock on the door.
"Brady! Are you in there? Your mother has slaved away to make breakfast for you and if you don't get out here-"
"Shit. I have to leave you for a few minutes, Chloe. Do you want anything to eat? I can sneak it in here."
She shook her head and waited til he left the room to begin her exploring. She saw many football trophies on a shelf
across the room.
"So I was right!" she murmured softly.
There was a framed picture of Brady in his uniform posing with the team. There was also another picture of a small, perky
looking blond cheerleader with him in another pic. She stared at the picture, frowning.
When the door closed behind her she jumped, startled.
"What are you looking at?" Brady asked, handing her a plate of pancakes.
"Is she-is she your girlfriend?"
He looked like he was about to burst with laughter.
"My what?"
Chloe looked at him with puzzled eyes.
"What's so funny?"
"She-that's-that's Belle. She's-she's my sister; well my half-sister anyway. Her mother is Hope Brady and her father, was my
father, John Black."
"Oh." Chloe replied, feeling stupid as her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
The door knob began to turn just then.
"Quick! Go hide in my closet, Chloe!" Brady whispered frantically.
Chloe ran into his closet and almost tripped over his running sneakers before closing the door.
"Brady, is there someone in there with you?"
at Chloe and silently cursed his step-father under his breath.
Ever since his mother had married Victor Kiriakis, his life had been a living hell. He heard his mother
call out:
"Breakfast is ready, Brady! Are you up yet?"
"Coming, Marlena!" Brady replied, knowing that it pissed his mother off when he called her by her name and not
caring.
Chloe began to shift in the bed next to him. When her wide blue eyes opened, she gasped.
"What? Where am I?"
"At my house. I couldn't just leave you there at that-that-you'll be safe here. What were you doing at a
place like that anyway? It was obvious you were a virgin and-"
She began crying and he put his arms around her carefully.
"I-I-I was kidnapped. My kidnapper wanted to sell me to that whorehouse. He swore he'd beat me if I didn't do what
he said. I-I was so scared. My parents must think I'm dead or something."
He stroked her hair and rocked her.
"It's ok. I'll take you back home, I promise. And I swear I didn't know why my step-father had brought me there last
night. But I'm glad he did because now I can help you escape from your kidnapper."
"Is this your shirt?"
Brady laughed.
"Uh, yeah. You like it? It looks great on you."
Chloe gave him a tentative smile.
"It's alright."
There was a knock on the door.
"Brady! Are you in there? Your mother has slaved away to make breakfast for you and if you don't get out here-"
"Shit. I have to leave you for a few minutes, Chloe. Do you want anything to eat? I can sneak it in here."
She shook her head and waited til he left the room to begin her exploring. She saw many football trophies on a shelf
across the room.
"So I was right!" she murmured softly.
There was a framed picture of Brady in his uniform posing with the team. There was also another picture of a small, perky
looking blond cheerleader with him in another pic. She stared at the picture, frowning.
When the door closed behind her she jumped, startled.
"What are you looking at?" Brady asked, handing her a plate of pancakes.
"Is she-is she your girlfriend?"
He looked like he was about to burst with laughter.
"My what?"
Chloe looked at him with puzzled eyes.
"What's so funny?"
"She-that's-that's Belle. She's-she's my sister; well my half-sister anyway. Her mother is Hope Brady and her father, was my
father, John Black."
"Oh." Chloe replied, feeling stupid as her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
The door knob began to turn just then.
"Quick! Go hide in my closet, Chloe!" Brady whispered frantically.
Chloe ran into his closet and almost tripped over his running sneakers before closing the door.
"Brady, is there someone in there with you?"