Courtney was confused. She was married to A.J., she had been happy, she
had been content, but then there came Jason. She had heard much about him
from A.J., the accident, his mob affiliation, but never had she pictured
Jason like he truly was.
The way she had pictured him was a suit, like Sonny, but with A.J.'s coloring. And when she saw a picture of Jason at the Quatermaine mansion, she was surprised. But it was not until she met him, and it registered, that she really started to see who he really was.
It wasn't just that he saved her, or that he watched over her, it was the fact that he put her, and everyone that he cared about, before himself.
And then there was the kiss. A surprise in itself, which changed everything. Now, every thought, and every moment she lived, was for Jason. Her mind would always wander to him. Her body ached for his touch.
She knew it was wrong. She did love A.J. He is her husband. She felt guilty for even looking at another man. But the kiss, it made her realize that she could no longer hide from her attraction to Jason.
All of this came to her while cleaning a table after Elizabeth had left. Her words had stung, hitting a little too close to home. As much as she had denied it, Courtney knew that Elizabeth was right. The feelings were there and she constantly found herself reaching out to Jason and leaving A.J. in the dark.
He thoughts were interrupted when the phone rang. She walked over to the counter and picked it up.
"Kelly's."
"Daisy, baby, I'm counting down the moments until we meet."
"Leave me alone. Stop calling."
"You've got no where to hide, I see all, Daisy"
"You perverted freak, my name is not DAISY!" She screamed.
She hung the phone up on the caller and quickly started dialing Jason's number. Just about to press the last digit, the bell above the diner door stopped her. She turned to look and was surprised by whom she found.
* * * Elizabeth paused on the front porch of the old house. So many memories came back to her from when she lived there.
"Everything alright, Elizabeth?" Her grandmother asked.
"Yes." She said, sighing. "Thank you for lunch."
"Anytime, dear." Audrey replied with a smile. She then turned back inside and shut the door.
Elizabeth turned and was startled by a man standing a few feet away. She jumped backwards.
"I'm sorry if I startled you." He said.
"Why are you here?" She asked, suspicious.
"I work for Mail Delivery. I have a letter to deliver to this address. Can you sign for it?" He asked, holding out a clipboard.
"Oh, sure." She said, relieved.
She signed her name and he handed her the letter.
"I'm sorry again." He apologized.
She smiled, "It's okay."
He walked away and she looked down at the letter to search for a return address. What it said there shocked her to the core: Pentonville. She had to pause for a moment to regain her composure. Who would send her grandmother mail from Pentonville? But she looked down again and noticed that mail was not for her grandmother, it was addressed to her.
Against her better judgement, she ripped it open. It read:
"Ms. Elizabeth Webber
The state of New York would like for you to be made aware, as of November 1, 2002, that prisoner #3666ADF, Mr. Thomas R. Baker, has been released from Pentonville on parole for satisfactory behavior.
The state has issued a restraining order that states if Mr. Baker comes within 50 feet of you then he will be arrested with no future possibility of parole. If Mr. Baker violates this order, please contact your local police department immediately."
For a moment she just stood there, unable to comprehend what it said. Every feeling, every insecurity, every time she had looked over her shoulder, it all came back to her at that very moment.
It had taken her so long to put what had happened to her behind her. But all the sudden, it was back. She had thought that that chapter of her life was over and done with. But at the moment she felt sixteen again, and it was the worst feeling in the world.
She pulled out her cell phone and dialed the first person that came to mind.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
"Morgan."
She couldn't speak. The words caught in her throat.
"Hello?" He asked worried, on the other side of the phone.
"Jas-" was all she could manage out.
"Courtney?" He asked into the phone.
He had assumed it was Courtney. The first person that had come into his mind was Courtney? Elizabeth moved past scared into furious. She turned off the phone and shoved it in her purse.
She knew the one person who would understand how she felt and started walking.
* * * Coleman came inside and strolled right towards Courtney. He sat down and with one hand brushed a few strands of hair off his face.
"Coffee please." He requested.
She said nothing and poured the coffee. As she set it down he reached for her hand. She tried to pull away from him but his hand was too tight around her own.
"I don't appreciate being attacked in my own place of business. Your little boyfriend needs to back off."
"You deserve what Jason did to you." She said, despite the fact that she was unsure if Coleman was the stalker.
"So, he's got a name. Does A.J. know it?" He asked, threatening.
"He's A.J.'s brother." She said, finally getting her hand free from his grip.
Coleman started to chuckle, "A girl between two brothers, how interesting. On one hand you've got a mobster and on the other you've got the Quatermaine black sheep."
"I'll call the police." She threatened, one hand on the phone.
"Good. I'd like to report what your brother's right-hand-man did to me."
The last thing Courtney wanted was Jason getting in trouble.
"What do you want from me?" She asked.
"I want nothing . . . at the moment. I just wanted to warn you, I saw the other night, and despite the fact that A.J. burned down my club and is dirt compared to you, I think he deserves to know when his wife is two-timing him with his own brother."
She froze. He had seen her kiss Jason.
Just then Jason came running into the diner and could see that Coleman was making Courtney uncomfortable. Coleman had turned on his entrance and smiled at the irony.
"If it isn't mobster Quatermaine, ready to seduce his brother's wife." He said, chuckling.
He turned to Courtney, "I'll have what I want."
He walked by Jason and towards the exit. When he was gone, Jason came over.
"What happened?" He asked, worried.
"He knows that we kissed. He threatened to tell A.J." She whispered, despite the fact they were the only two there.
Jason looked down and noticed the marks on her arms.
"Did he try something?" He asked, angry.
"No," She said, "He just was holding onto me tightly."
"What do you want me to do?" He asked.
"I don't know. If he tells A.J., there is no telling what he. might do."
"Is that the only reason you called or were their more phone calls?"
"I didn't call you." She said, "I tried, but before I could he came in."
Jason tried to guess who called him. If it wasn't Courtney . . .
* * * Elizabeth had gone back to the boxcar but Lucky had long since left. She checked Deception, Eli's, with Nikolas, but still no sign of Lucky. There was only one more place she could think of, and she really didn't want to go there.
She did not want to go there because she knew that Courtney was working. She knew that if she went inside that she would have to face her.
She glanced through the window hoping that there would be numerous customers. There was only one man inside besides Courtney and that was Jason. She stopped and watched the way they were with eachother. How comfortable they seemed, how compatible. It sickened her.
She turned to walk away, unable to walk in and see the look that Jason would give or Courtney's explanation. She had had enough.
The way she had pictured him was a suit, like Sonny, but with A.J.'s coloring. And when she saw a picture of Jason at the Quatermaine mansion, she was surprised. But it was not until she met him, and it registered, that she really started to see who he really was.
It wasn't just that he saved her, or that he watched over her, it was the fact that he put her, and everyone that he cared about, before himself.
And then there was the kiss. A surprise in itself, which changed everything. Now, every thought, and every moment she lived, was for Jason. Her mind would always wander to him. Her body ached for his touch.
She knew it was wrong. She did love A.J. He is her husband. She felt guilty for even looking at another man. But the kiss, it made her realize that she could no longer hide from her attraction to Jason.
All of this came to her while cleaning a table after Elizabeth had left. Her words had stung, hitting a little too close to home. As much as she had denied it, Courtney knew that Elizabeth was right. The feelings were there and she constantly found herself reaching out to Jason and leaving A.J. in the dark.
He thoughts were interrupted when the phone rang. She walked over to the counter and picked it up.
"Kelly's."
"Daisy, baby, I'm counting down the moments until we meet."
"Leave me alone. Stop calling."
"You've got no where to hide, I see all, Daisy"
"You perverted freak, my name is not DAISY!" She screamed.
She hung the phone up on the caller and quickly started dialing Jason's number. Just about to press the last digit, the bell above the diner door stopped her. She turned to look and was surprised by whom she found.
* * * Elizabeth paused on the front porch of the old house. So many memories came back to her from when she lived there.
"Everything alright, Elizabeth?" Her grandmother asked.
"Yes." She said, sighing. "Thank you for lunch."
"Anytime, dear." Audrey replied with a smile. She then turned back inside and shut the door.
Elizabeth turned and was startled by a man standing a few feet away. She jumped backwards.
"I'm sorry if I startled you." He said.
"Why are you here?" She asked, suspicious.
"I work for Mail Delivery. I have a letter to deliver to this address. Can you sign for it?" He asked, holding out a clipboard.
"Oh, sure." She said, relieved.
She signed her name and he handed her the letter.
"I'm sorry again." He apologized.
She smiled, "It's okay."
He walked away and she looked down at the letter to search for a return address. What it said there shocked her to the core: Pentonville. She had to pause for a moment to regain her composure. Who would send her grandmother mail from Pentonville? But she looked down again and noticed that mail was not for her grandmother, it was addressed to her.
Against her better judgement, she ripped it open. It read:
"Ms. Elizabeth Webber
The state of New York would like for you to be made aware, as of November 1, 2002, that prisoner #3666ADF, Mr. Thomas R. Baker, has been released from Pentonville on parole for satisfactory behavior.
The state has issued a restraining order that states if Mr. Baker comes within 50 feet of you then he will be arrested with no future possibility of parole. If Mr. Baker violates this order, please contact your local police department immediately."
For a moment she just stood there, unable to comprehend what it said. Every feeling, every insecurity, every time she had looked over her shoulder, it all came back to her at that very moment.
It had taken her so long to put what had happened to her behind her. But all the sudden, it was back. She had thought that that chapter of her life was over and done with. But at the moment she felt sixteen again, and it was the worst feeling in the world.
She pulled out her cell phone and dialed the first person that came to mind.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
"Morgan."
She couldn't speak. The words caught in her throat.
"Hello?" He asked worried, on the other side of the phone.
"Jas-" was all she could manage out.
"Courtney?" He asked into the phone.
He had assumed it was Courtney. The first person that had come into his mind was Courtney? Elizabeth moved past scared into furious. She turned off the phone and shoved it in her purse.
She knew the one person who would understand how she felt and started walking.
* * * Coleman came inside and strolled right towards Courtney. He sat down and with one hand brushed a few strands of hair off his face.
"Coffee please." He requested.
She said nothing and poured the coffee. As she set it down he reached for her hand. She tried to pull away from him but his hand was too tight around her own.
"I don't appreciate being attacked in my own place of business. Your little boyfriend needs to back off."
"You deserve what Jason did to you." She said, despite the fact that she was unsure if Coleman was the stalker.
"So, he's got a name. Does A.J. know it?" He asked, threatening.
"He's A.J.'s brother." She said, finally getting her hand free from his grip.
Coleman started to chuckle, "A girl between two brothers, how interesting. On one hand you've got a mobster and on the other you've got the Quatermaine black sheep."
"I'll call the police." She threatened, one hand on the phone.
"Good. I'd like to report what your brother's right-hand-man did to me."
The last thing Courtney wanted was Jason getting in trouble.
"What do you want from me?" She asked.
"I want nothing . . . at the moment. I just wanted to warn you, I saw the other night, and despite the fact that A.J. burned down my club and is dirt compared to you, I think he deserves to know when his wife is two-timing him with his own brother."
She froze. He had seen her kiss Jason.
Just then Jason came running into the diner and could see that Coleman was making Courtney uncomfortable. Coleman had turned on his entrance and smiled at the irony.
"If it isn't mobster Quatermaine, ready to seduce his brother's wife." He said, chuckling.
He turned to Courtney, "I'll have what I want."
He walked by Jason and towards the exit. When he was gone, Jason came over.
"What happened?" He asked, worried.
"He knows that we kissed. He threatened to tell A.J." She whispered, despite the fact they were the only two there.
Jason looked down and noticed the marks on her arms.
"Did he try something?" He asked, angry.
"No," She said, "He just was holding onto me tightly."
"What do you want me to do?" He asked.
"I don't know. If he tells A.J., there is no telling what he. might do."
"Is that the only reason you called or were their more phone calls?"
"I didn't call you." She said, "I tried, but before I could he came in."
Jason tried to guess who called him. If it wasn't Courtney . . .
* * * Elizabeth had gone back to the boxcar but Lucky had long since left. She checked Deception, Eli's, with Nikolas, but still no sign of Lucky. There was only one more place she could think of, and she really didn't want to go there.
She did not want to go there because she knew that Courtney was working. She knew that if she went inside that she would have to face her.
She glanced through the window hoping that there would be numerous customers. There was only one man inside besides Courtney and that was Jason. She stopped and watched the way they were with eachother. How comfortable they seemed, how compatible. It sickened her.
She turned to walk away, unable to walk in and see the look that Jason would give or Courtney's explanation. She had had enough.
