Chapter Three- The Sister

Taking a sip of her water, Katy took at deep breath, "Once you hear my story you may not want me here, so please let me finish it before you throw me out...ok"

Giving her a reassuring nod Sonny sat across from her and waited for her to begin. "My name was Katy O'Connor. Where I came from isn't important because there is nothing there for me. All you need to know is that I grew up mostly in Florida, but by ten I had moved pretty much everywhere... anywhere. How I got it here is just shear stupidity on my part. Four years ago I ran away from my father... who by then was drunk more often than not and liked to prove how tough he was by beating on me and trying to force me to whore to his friends.... The man who shot at you... his name is Alex Monterro. He is pretty much a hit man and unfortunately is my husband. I don't know who is paying him I swear it!" Katy ducked her head in shame and waited for the anger and accusations to fly.

"Hey... hey... It's ok. I believe you. How did you get mixed up with this Alex guy anyway?" Alex Monterro was a dead man... Sonny was already itching to call Jason and get the information he would need to make it happen.

"I met him only two months after I ran away... he was so kind. He gave me a home... clothes... food... I was pretty desperate by then... my only option was to die... go home or become a hooker... but believe me when I say that was NOT an option..."

Fighting back a shudder Katy continued, "He was everything I thought I wanted. But, then he changed. First it was the arguing and fighting. Then it was the cheating. So I tried to leave... and that was when this..." she pointed to her face and tried to smile, "Well you can see I didn't get very far... not then. One night I was laying in bed waiting for him to come home, and I guess I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know I hear these voices. Laughing it up, that was when I found out how Alex just happened to find me... He had been sent all along to find me. My father... that bastard had basically sold me to him and he wouldn't stop until he owned me body, soul, and spirit..."

Tears began to fall and Katy couldn't continue, "I am sorry... it's just... Oh god! I was so stupid... I knew then that I had to get away... but I didn't know how or where... and then I found out I had a half-sister living up north."

Sonny took her hand and squeezed it encouraging her to go on. "My father had a fling with some hooker a long time ago. Apparently she got pregnant and gave up a little girl..." Looking up Katy could see the look of puzzlement crossing Sonny's handsome face... where had he heard this story before... and then recognition hit... he started to shake his head in disbelief.

"I know it's hard to believe... I am scared to believe it myself... that is why I had to save you... don't you see? Your wife... she might be my sister... I couldn't let Alex and his evil touch her..."

"Whoa! Hold on here. That... now that is just a little to difficult to believe... You expect me to believe that you are Carly's long lost sister... who just happens to be married to a man hired to kill me?" Sonny dropped her hand like it was poison and stood up. This is was just too crazy.

"Carly? Is that her name? I know all of this sounds crazy to you... But, it has to be true or at least have some connection between your wife and my sister... You see, Alex he was talking to one of his buddies about how he had gotten this really big gig up in Port Charles... a lot of money was going to be exchanging hands... and the ironic part was my own father had arranged it... and the kicker would be that there was a good chance that the mark was my half-sister's husband... from that moment on I was determined to stop him."

"So, you tagged along to Port Charles... then what?"

"I tried to escape yesterday to get to you... and this happened... it was easy after that... when you get hit so much, so often... you just don't feel it anymore. I used to pretend to pass out so he would stop... so luckily it worked yesterday... he left me lying on the floor... and I followed him, watched, and waited..." Sonny tried to block out his sympathy for her. He understood all too well about the beatings... the dark and quiet place you would go in the back of your mind...

"Ok... let's just say for a minute that what all you have said is true... that my wif—Carly is your sister... now what is that you want... expect... not to sound like a bastard or anything... but this is all really crazy."

"To be honest I didn't expect to live... not like my life is worth much now. He will find me, he always does, and when he does I am as good as dead."

"Well, if Carly is your sister than that makes us family. I can only assume that he now knows you stopped the attempt. Do you think he knows that you know about Carly?"

"No... I heard him talking about the hit in front of me... bragging... trying to scare me... but he left her out of this... we have to leave her out of this. I can't put her at risk..."

Sonny heard the determination and desperation in her voice and recognized that same stubborn tone Carly used when she had fought him every time he had tried to send her away or not include her in his life. For the first time since the story had began a smile touched his lips.

"You know I can almost imagine that Carly is related to you. But, for now until I stop him, we can find out. If he even suspects that you know about Carly he is going to watch her... maybe even go after her. Are you sure he'll come after you?"

"I am his property. He said I would never leave him... even in death..." With a helpless shrug she closed her eyes. Sonny took one look at her and knew he had pushed her too far.

"Alright, there's nothing you can do about anything to night. I have to wait for Jason to come in... and you need to get some sleep."

Katy got to her feet and walked toward the kitchen door, "Sonny... thanks for not throwing me out." "Well you did save my life remember..." Sonny watched as she left the kitchen and laid his head in his hands... what in the hell had he gotten into?