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Unfamiliar Relations
Chris bent down, and hauled her heavy bags off the floor. They carried all the possessions she had kept, and she struggled to lug them after Jason.
Seeing Chris struggle with the bags, Jason started to take two of them from her, but she pulled back, glaring, and spat "I can manage".
She didn't want help-she had had to manage on her own this far, and she wasn't going to let having a father change that-especially a father like Sonny Coranthos.
They reached the curb outside, and Chris was mildly shocked to see a limo waiting for them. God, he was so arrogant. "He's so rich he can't even bother to get me himself-not that I want him to-but he sends his hit man and hires a limo, oh, wait, he probably owns the lime, doesn't he?" Chris muttered under her breath.
The ride to Sonny's penthouse was silent, as was the walk up the hall. Finally, Chris found herself looking at the imposing door of her father's home. She had dreamed about this moment for so long, until she had given up all hope of it happening, and after enduring years with her horrible foster parents, had finally gotten a life of her own, with friend and interests. Finally, she got her chance-only she didn't want it anymore.
Jason wrapped his knuckles agonized the door, and after a few moments, it swung open.
Chris couldn't breath-she was looking at her father-her father, and she didn't even know him-he might as well have been a stranger.
Sonny looked down at his daughter in surprise. He new she was fifteen, but he still remembered her as a baby in her mothers arms. Now, he barely had to look down to meet her fierce hazel eyes framed by dark, strawberry blonde hair-she looked nothing like him, but exactly like Jennifer.
Chris waited for him to speak-he was the one who summoned her, after all. Besides, she didn't have a clue what to say.
Sonny seemed to be having the same problem, but cleared his throat, and said-somewhat formally-"comes in Christina, Jason"
"Chris" she corrected through gritted teeth-calling her Christina just reminded her of her foster parents, and how little he knew about her.
She stepped inside the luxurious penthouse, and raised her eyebrows at the expensive furnishings.
Just then, Sonny's cell-phone rang. "Yes?" was the short, clipped answer- god, why did work have to come up now of all times? "Damn.yes, I'll be there.no, we have to deal with Crossland now. be at the docks in five minutes"
Sonny turned and looked regretfully at Chris. "Look, I'm sorry but I have to go-Jason, can you introduce her to Courtney?"
Chris's head was spinning-did he say Crossland?-the man who was responsible for her mothers death, the man who had ruined her life, then tried to destroy whatever shred of hope she had left for the future? Just thinking about him made her blood boil and her eyes grow cold.
"When you say Crossland, do you mean Brent Crossland?" Chris cut in sharply.
Sonny and Jason froze. "How do you know him?" Sonny demanded in a deadly voice.
"It doesn't matter" Chris snapped. She wasn't about to tell Sonny anything about her past, least of all Brent Crossland, the man who had betrayed Jennifer, and shattered their dreams.
Unfamiliar Relations
Chris bent down, and hauled her heavy bags off the floor. They carried all the possessions she had kept, and she struggled to lug them after Jason.
Seeing Chris struggle with the bags, Jason started to take two of them from her, but she pulled back, glaring, and spat "I can manage".
She didn't want help-she had had to manage on her own this far, and she wasn't going to let having a father change that-especially a father like Sonny Coranthos.
They reached the curb outside, and Chris was mildly shocked to see a limo waiting for them. God, he was so arrogant. "He's so rich he can't even bother to get me himself-not that I want him to-but he sends his hit man and hires a limo, oh, wait, he probably owns the lime, doesn't he?" Chris muttered under her breath.
The ride to Sonny's penthouse was silent, as was the walk up the hall. Finally, Chris found herself looking at the imposing door of her father's home. She had dreamed about this moment for so long, until she had given up all hope of it happening, and after enduring years with her horrible foster parents, had finally gotten a life of her own, with friend and interests. Finally, she got her chance-only she didn't want it anymore.
Jason wrapped his knuckles agonized the door, and after a few moments, it swung open.
Chris couldn't breath-she was looking at her father-her father, and she didn't even know him-he might as well have been a stranger.
Sonny looked down at his daughter in surprise. He new she was fifteen, but he still remembered her as a baby in her mothers arms. Now, he barely had to look down to meet her fierce hazel eyes framed by dark, strawberry blonde hair-she looked nothing like him, but exactly like Jennifer.
Chris waited for him to speak-he was the one who summoned her, after all. Besides, she didn't have a clue what to say.
Sonny seemed to be having the same problem, but cleared his throat, and said-somewhat formally-"comes in Christina, Jason"
"Chris" she corrected through gritted teeth-calling her Christina just reminded her of her foster parents, and how little he knew about her.
She stepped inside the luxurious penthouse, and raised her eyebrows at the expensive furnishings.
Just then, Sonny's cell-phone rang. "Yes?" was the short, clipped answer- god, why did work have to come up now of all times? "Damn.yes, I'll be there.no, we have to deal with Crossland now. be at the docks in five minutes"
Sonny turned and looked regretfully at Chris. "Look, I'm sorry but I have to go-Jason, can you introduce her to Courtney?"
Chris's head was spinning-did he say Crossland?-the man who was responsible for her mothers death, the man who had ruined her life, then tried to destroy whatever shred of hope she had left for the future? Just thinking about him made her blood boil and her eyes grow cold.
"When you say Crossland, do you mean Brent Crossland?" Chris cut in sharply.
Sonny and Jason froze. "How do you know him?" Sonny demanded in a deadly voice.
"It doesn't matter" Chris snapped. She wasn't about to tell Sonny anything about her past, least of all Brent Crossland, the man who had betrayed Jennifer, and shattered their dreams.