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Chicpinay- The secret to my updating so fast is that I have no life. Rarely do I vacate my seat and venture to the world that is spoke of, this so called 'outside'. I also work on at least one chapter a day (With this chapter about to be posted I think I'm three ahead in my writing) while I can. Finals start next week and I should study for them. I probably won't, but I should. Yes, little Michael is too damned adorable! He won some kid award for best actor in a drama this year. Well deserved I say! Carly's apparently changed a lot from when she first came to PC, this is true. From what I've read and heard about through other sources she was really bad at first. What was forgotten can easily be remembered if she feels it is needed, though. Thank you, I'm trying to use as many characters as possible without going overboard. There will still be some more, but they will likely have bit parts. For the most part the core cast has already been involved. Unless I get an idea and start running with it, of course.
Shamira- It's never been strictly a girl thing, despite what cultural stereotypes may tell us otherwise! I was much like your brother until July of this year, though. I thought that soaps were for girls (except primetime soaps, Dynasty has been and will forever be my god), but with nothing else to do all summer long and soapnet right there. I started watching GH at midnight and got hooked. I came back up here to college and have at least gotten my friends to not hate it that much. They've even started quoting Luke from time to time. It makes me feel good it does. Yes, getting into the minds of the three was a lot of fun and quite rewarding. Bobbie's great, although at times I can't understand what Jackie's saying, her accent is so thick that I'm often left going "huh?" Funny thing about Kyle, I got some other people that I talk to online to start watching the show and they're both like, "Kyle is sooooo good looking!" I told them that he's pretty much gotten the shaft as I haven't seen him since September on the show. Good riddance do I say to that. But he'll still have a part in this story. Courtney, being my favorite on the show, needed something more to do, so she and Damian got their moment together. I've always felt that Sonny can take all the abuse in the world but if you go and try it on one of his family members (sans Ric) he'll get pissed. A pissed Sonny is not a good thing. Lorenzo might be plotting something, but who is to say that it will come to pass? Perhaps another option will come to him, one he didn't see but will enjoy nonetheless. I am glad that you enjoy how I am writing all the characters. Thank you for your input!
Well, now that everything has been taken care of, I present to you the latest part in my little dramedy (drama/comedy). I do hope you enjoy!
Story-
The Cellar-
Faith sat on one of the stools in her bar, the base of her operations. Zander wasn't out of bed yet. She smiled when she thought about it. Given what she gave him last night, he wouldn't be out of bed till much later in the day. He'd remember everything though. She had to admit that here current slab of meat certainly was mighty fulfilling. She would have to thank Emily one day for making Zander into a wounded puppy, ripe for her pickings. It never ceased to amaze the widow as to how easily women could systematically break down the entirety of the male population. But I being a female gave her more power. who was she to complain? Every day she thanked her common sense for not shooting Zander that day he was drunk on the docks. The permanent and quick solution wasn't worth all the fun she got to have with him! She wasn't anywhere near done with him yet. But when she was he'd be tossed to the curb like all the rest. It hardly seemed fair to the poor guy. Not that she cared.
"Alone without protection, Faith? You really are too careless for your own good."
"I was never a very big fan of protection. The men would just rather go without it and I never did like that synthetic feel." Faith turned around and smiled at Jason, "What have we here? If it isn't Pinocchio!" She put her finger over her lips, "Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be making cultural references around you, at least not ones that would require you remembering what it was like growing up. Let me spell it out for you, Pinocchio was a puppet that got his strings cut. Much like you and Sonny."
Jason showed no emotion, because he had none. He knew that Faith liked to play with everyone's mind, and he wouldn't let her do it to him. "I heard you had a meeting with Sonny yesterday."
"Word gets around fast here, doesn't it?" Faith asked, pretending to pout and look like an innocent girl, which wouldn't fool anyone who had even heard of the woman and her reputation. Obviously it wasn't going to fool Jason. But Faith was looking for some fun, nothing more. Jason was a lot of fun, she would have to admit that.
"That's not the point."
Faith giggled as she walked closer to Jason, "Then what is the point?"
"Stay away from Sonny and his family, Faith," Jason said forcefully, "He's not in the business anymore and his family is no longer going to be used as a way to get him knocked off. If you continue to pursue Sonny and make any idle threats I will see to it that you are taken out. Everything that you've done since you've come here is nothing compared to what I can do, Faith. You're trying to learn how to do things too fast, and you're going to make a lot of stupid mistakes. A lot more than you already have."
"I'd like to see what you could do, Jason," Faith said seductively, "Why not show me?" She knocked back a few of the glasses that were on the counter, they shattered on the floor, "You don't need to be so modest. Believe me when I tell you that it wouldn't be the first time this tabletop has been a part in the thralls of passion." She sat on the counter and crossed her legs. Jason did not look enthused at all, "We both know that Courtney is much more Jason Quartermaine's style. Prim and proper, only looking to please mommy, daddy, and that reanimated corpse Edward. Cute, innocent little Courtney Matthews and the prodigal son. Now, Jason Morgan, on the other hand, he likes them naughty. And they don't get any naughtier than me!"
"Do you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?"
Faith threw her head back in delight, "Nope. But I don't enjoy it nearly as much as you enjoy being the strong silent solider boy. If you ever get tired of little miss innocence, and I'm sure that one day you will, give me a call. I can always make time for a piece of you." Jason turned around and walked up the stairs, leaving Faith alone. She looked at the shattered pieces of glass, "And I bet he expects me to clean this mess up."
Corinthos Household-
The door to the nursery was closed, but it wasn't locked. Sonny pushed it open and saw his wife sitting in the rocking chair with their son in her arms. He didn't smile but he thought it was a very beautiful scene. Carly looked her best when she was being motherly, "Care to explain what just happened downstairs?"
Carly exchanged glances between Morgan and Sonny, "I just put the baby back to sleep, yelling will only wake him up and make him fussy again."
"Carly, you can't use our son as a defense mechanism in order to avoid talking about what happened."
Carly sighed. She knew he wasn't going to give up on this. It didn't surprise her. "Can I please just put Morgan back in his crib?" Carly placed the infant under his blanket and kissed him on the forehead. She walked out of the room, Sonny close behind her.
They were in their room only a few moments later. Sonny shut the door. He didn't want to yell at her, but it could happen. He started off as calmly as possible, "Why did you act like that?"
"Sonny, you let that boy into our home after barely meeting him only a few hours before, and then the next morning you're telling our son that he has a big brother?"
"Are you saying that Michael isn't my son?"
"What?" She asked in shock, "Sonny, you know that you're the only father I want for Michael, now and forever! Why would you ask something like that?"
"You're the one making it seem like my son isn't good enough to be our son's brother. If Michael is our son, yours and mine, then Damian would be his brother, right?"
"It's more complicated than that!"
Sonny shook his head, "No, Carly, it isn't. I want Damian to feel comfortable around all of us. Me, You, Michael, Jason, Mike, Courtney, Bobbie, everyone. He's my son and I won't see him treated like he's some outsider."
"He is an outsider, Sonny!" Carly pointed out, "He doesn't know anything about you, about who you are, about what you do. Are you just going to throw him into your life like that?"
"I don't do anything anymore, remember? I'm out, totally out! No more guns, no more kidnapping, no more violence! I want life to be safe for my family, that includes my sons, all three of them."
"You're not thinking about this clearly!"
"What is your problem with Damian?" Sonny asked, "Why are you trying to make me stay away from him?"
"Because I don't want you to get hurt, Sonny. We've both been in Damian's shoes before. We both know what it's like to come into this place and find our natural parents. We both know the hatred and mistrust that comes with knowing that the person who didn't care enough to stay in your life growing up is still alive and right around the corner. If you think that you can get a meaningful relationship with Damian right away you're only going to end up hurting yourself. Telling Michael that he has a new big brother, seeing how happy he was at the mere thought of the idea. Do you really want to look our son in the face when your son isn't around to play with him? When your son ignores everything that happens in our lives because he's bitter about the past?" Carly watched her husband's eyes. She knew what they were showing her. Sonny was thinking about what she had said, taking it to heart. She hoped that she would win.
Sonny quickly turned for the door, "It won't happen that way."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because I won't let it!" Sonny stated, "I messed up twenty years ago when I consummated a child with a woman I didn't even know. I can't make up for that time but I'll be damned if I let it affect the rest of our lives!"
"Where are you going?" She asked.
"Kelly's. He's renting an apartment from your mother. Where else could he be?"
"Sonny!" She called out, following him down the stairs and out the door to the elevator. He heard her calling him, but knew that she would only attempt to stop him from doing what he knew he needed to do. The only way they were going to be a family is if they weren't separated by the hate, by the lack of trust. His relationship with his own father had been damaged to a degree that would never recover because they were never open about the problems they had early enough. He couldn't say if it was too late for him and Damian, but the sooner the patchwork began the better.
Carly was now in tears. Her plea to keep her family had fallen on her husband's deaf ears. She rushed over to the other side of the hallway and almost pounded on Courtney's door. She was more thankful than she had been in quite some time that her best friend lived only feet away. "Please be home. Please, please be home," She whispered to herself.
Courtney was alone. Jason had left earlier in the morning. She walked down the stairs when she heard the knocking. She hadn't told Jason about what had happened the night before, mostly because she didn't have any answers to the questions that he would likely ask. She opened the door and saw Carly, tears running down her cheeks, sitting down near the door. "Oh my God," She muttered. Carly was usually a strong woman, when she was reduced to being only a few steps above curling into a ball, things were usually pretty bad. "Carly," She hurried to her knees and put her arm around Carly's back, "Carly, what's wrong?"
"I'm afraid."
"Of what?"
"Of that boy!"
"Damian? Why?"
"Courtney, he comes into our lives and just sends us all spinning. Sonny's hell bent on making sure that the same thing that happened between him and Mike doesn't happen with Damian. I don't want him in our lives."
"You're just worried," Courtney replied in a sympathetic tone, "You don't know anything about him aside from that he's here and he's Sonny's son. I'm not very fond of the boy at the moment either, but I can give him the time to change that opinion."
"I just keep thinking about Ric," Carly said in between sobs, "He came and almost took our baby from us. Everything he did was because he had some revenge plot against my husband, because his sick mind made him think that everything bad in his life had been caused by Sonny. I see the same look in Damian's eyes that I did in Ric's. I can't help but shake this feeling that he's going to try something. That he's going to gain everyone's trust and then turn on us. He could hurt any one of us, he could hurt my children."
Courtney hugged Carly. Her concerns were well justified, if only a bit overdramatic. The trauma that she had endured while she was locked away in Ric's panic room was still fresh in her mind, it was only logical that she would have flashes to that when she thought of the possibilities. "We won't let that happen to you or the kids, Carly. Jason and I will make sure that he doesn't hurt anyone." She wiped away some of Carly's tears, "In the meantime we have to be there for Sonny. We have to act like we support whatever actions he's going to take, even if we don't. I can do it, can you?"
"I, I don't know."
Near Kelly's-
Sonny was walking as fast as he could without looking like a possessed madman towards Kelly's. He didn't even notice Jason around the corner, his mind so set on talking to his son.
Jason, however, noticed him. "Sonny?"
Sonny stopped and turned around, "Sorry, Jase, I can't talk right now."
Jason noticed that Sonny wasn't in his normal attire. He almost never left the house under anything but the most dire of circumstances without getting dressed in one of his suits. "What's wrong?"
"Like I said, I can't talk right now." Sonny continued towards Kelly's, Jason followed close behind.
Kelly's-
Elizabeth saw the face of her ex-brother-in-law as he walked towards the door. She hated that Ric had let his quest for Sonny's demise ruin their marriage, but she also wasn't very fond of Sonny himself. She didn't believe that he had cost them the child that she was carrying, but she knew that Sonny's life had almost cost her Ric's life on multiple occasions. A few times it happened when she wished Ric were dead, but she knew that it was nothing more than her lashing out in pain at the man that she was starting to love again.
He entered and paced over to her. "Elizabeth, do you know which room Damian Zuniga lives in?"
"Damian?" She was surprised that he had already met Sonny, and even more surprised that he had made an impression that would make Sonny come looking for him. "Number four," She answered, knowing that it was his because it was the number that was on the key that she had found. He hurried up the stairs when it dawned on her, maybe he was in trouble? Had he already made an enemy of Sonny Corinthos?
Jason walked in, "Elizabeth, where's Sonny?"
Elizabeth looked at her old flame. Even though Sonny and Jason worked together she would always feel much safer and less tense around him. The life he led often hid how gentle he could be, but she knew that it was inside him. She had seen it many times, they were cherished memories. "Upstairs, do you have any idea what's going on?"
Jason shook his head, "I was hoping that you would."
"Sonny doesn't confide in me, Jason," She bluntly stated, "He came in here and asked where Damian-"
"Damian? Who's Damian?"
"A college student, he just moved in two days ago. I figured if Sonny knew him you would."
"I have no idea who he is," Jason said, "But what could Sonny want with someone who has only been here for two days?"
Upstairs-
Sonny pounded on the door. On the other side Damian had just gotten out of the shower and was drying his hair, nothing more than a pair of pants and a tank top on. He reached for the knob, wondering who it could be. He saw his father on in the doorway, "Sonny? What are you doing here?"
"You're coming home."
"What?"
"Pack your bags," Sonny ordered, "You're coming to live with me."
Chicpinay- The secret to my updating so fast is that I have no life. Rarely do I vacate my seat and venture to the world that is spoke of, this so called 'outside'. I also work on at least one chapter a day (With this chapter about to be posted I think I'm three ahead in my writing) while I can. Finals start next week and I should study for them. I probably won't, but I should. Yes, little Michael is too damned adorable! He won some kid award for best actor in a drama this year. Well deserved I say! Carly's apparently changed a lot from when she first came to PC, this is true. From what I've read and heard about through other sources she was really bad at first. What was forgotten can easily be remembered if she feels it is needed, though. Thank you, I'm trying to use as many characters as possible without going overboard. There will still be some more, but they will likely have bit parts. For the most part the core cast has already been involved. Unless I get an idea and start running with it, of course.
Shamira- It's never been strictly a girl thing, despite what cultural stereotypes may tell us otherwise! I was much like your brother until July of this year, though. I thought that soaps were for girls (except primetime soaps, Dynasty has been and will forever be my god), but with nothing else to do all summer long and soapnet right there. I started watching GH at midnight and got hooked. I came back up here to college and have at least gotten my friends to not hate it that much. They've even started quoting Luke from time to time. It makes me feel good it does. Yes, getting into the minds of the three was a lot of fun and quite rewarding. Bobbie's great, although at times I can't understand what Jackie's saying, her accent is so thick that I'm often left going "huh?" Funny thing about Kyle, I got some other people that I talk to online to start watching the show and they're both like, "Kyle is sooooo good looking!" I told them that he's pretty much gotten the shaft as I haven't seen him since September on the show. Good riddance do I say to that. But he'll still have a part in this story. Courtney, being my favorite on the show, needed something more to do, so she and Damian got their moment together. I've always felt that Sonny can take all the abuse in the world but if you go and try it on one of his family members (sans Ric) he'll get pissed. A pissed Sonny is not a good thing. Lorenzo might be plotting something, but who is to say that it will come to pass? Perhaps another option will come to him, one he didn't see but will enjoy nonetheless. I am glad that you enjoy how I am writing all the characters. Thank you for your input!
Well, now that everything has been taken care of, I present to you the latest part in my little dramedy (drama/comedy). I do hope you enjoy!
Story-
The Cellar-
Faith sat on one of the stools in her bar, the base of her operations. Zander wasn't out of bed yet. She smiled when she thought about it. Given what she gave him last night, he wouldn't be out of bed till much later in the day. He'd remember everything though. She had to admit that here current slab of meat certainly was mighty fulfilling. She would have to thank Emily one day for making Zander into a wounded puppy, ripe for her pickings. It never ceased to amaze the widow as to how easily women could systematically break down the entirety of the male population. But I being a female gave her more power. who was she to complain? Every day she thanked her common sense for not shooting Zander that day he was drunk on the docks. The permanent and quick solution wasn't worth all the fun she got to have with him! She wasn't anywhere near done with him yet. But when she was he'd be tossed to the curb like all the rest. It hardly seemed fair to the poor guy. Not that she cared.
"Alone without protection, Faith? You really are too careless for your own good."
"I was never a very big fan of protection. The men would just rather go without it and I never did like that synthetic feel." Faith turned around and smiled at Jason, "What have we here? If it isn't Pinocchio!" She put her finger over her lips, "Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be making cultural references around you, at least not ones that would require you remembering what it was like growing up. Let me spell it out for you, Pinocchio was a puppet that got his strings cut. Much like you and Sonny."
Jason showed no emotion, because he had none. He knew that Faith liked to play with everyone's mind, and he wouldn't let her do it to him. "I heard you had a meeting with Sonny yesterday."
"Word gets around fast here, doesn't it?" Faith asked, pretending to pout and look like an innocent girl, which wouldn't fool anyone who had even heard of the woman and her reputation. Obviously it wasn't going to fool Jason. But Faith was looking for some fun, nothing more. Jason was a lot of fun, she would have to admit that.
"That's not the point."
Faith giggled as she walked closer to Jason, "Then what is the point?"
"Stay away from Sonny and his family, Faith," Jason said forcefully, "He's not in the business anymore and his family is no longer going to be used as a way to get him knocked off. If you continue to pursue Sonny and make any idle threats I will see to it that you are taken out. Everything that you've done since you've come here is nothing compared to what I can do, Faith. You're trying to learn how to do things too fast, and you're going to make a lot of stupid mistakes. A lot more than you already have."
"I'd like to see what you could do, Jason," Faith said seductively, "Why not show me?" She knocked back a few of the glasses that were on the counter, they shattered on the floor, "You don't need to be so modest. Believe me when I tell you that it wouldn't be the first time this tabletop has been a part in the thralls of passion." She sat on the counter and crossed her legs. Jason did not look enthused at all, "We both know that Courtney is much more Jason Quartermaine's style. Prim and proper, only looking to please mommy, daddy, and that reanimated corpse Edward. Cute, innocent little Courtney Matthews and the prodigal son. Now, Jason Morgan, on the other hand, he likes them naughty. And they don't get any naughtier than me!"
"Do you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?"
Faith threw her head back in delight, "Nope. But I don't enjoy it nearly as much as you enjoy being the strong silent solider boy. If you ever get tired of little miss innocence, and I'm sure that one day you will, give me a call. I can always make time for a piece of you." Jason turned around and walked up the stairs, leaving Faith alone. She looked at the shattered pieces of glass, "And I bet he expects me to clean this mess up."
Corinthos Household-
The door to the nursery was closed, but it wasn't locked. Sonny pushed it open and saw his wife sitting in the rocking chair with their son in her arms. He didn't smile but he thought it was a very beautiful scene. Carly looked her best when she was being motherly, "Care to explain what just happened downstairs?"
Carly exchanged glances between Morgan and Sonny, "I just put the baby back to sleep, yelling will only wake him up and make him fussy again."
"Carly, you can't use our son as a defense mechanism in order to avoid talking about what happened."
Carly sighed. She knew he wasn't going to give up on this. It didn't surprise her. "Can I please just put Morgan back in his crib?" Carly placed the infant under his blanket and kissed him on the forehead. She walked out of the room, Sonny close behind her.
They were in their room only a few moments later. Sonny shut the door. He didn't want to yell at her, but it could happen. He started off as calmly as possible, "Why did you act like that?"
"Sonny, you let that boy into our home after barely meeting him only a few hours before, and then the next morning you're telling our son that he has a big brother?"
"Are you saying that Michael isn't my son?"
"What?" She asked in shock, "Sonny, you know that you're the only father I want for Michael, now and forever! Why would you ask something like that?"
"You're the one making it seem like my son isn't good enough to be our son's brother. If Michael is our son, yours and mine, then Damian would be his brother, right?"
"It's more complicated than that!"
Sonny shook his head, "No, Carly, it isn't. I want Damian to feel comfortable around all of us. Me, You, Michael, Jason, Mike, Courtney, Bobbie, everyone. He's my son and I won't see him treated like he's some outsider."
"He is an outsider, Sonny!" Carly pointed out, "He doesn't know anything about you, about who you are, about what you do. Are you just going to throw him into your life like that?"
"I don't do anything anymore, remember? I'm out, totally out! No more guns, no more kidnapping, no more violence! I want life to be safe for my family, that includes my sons, all three of them."
"You're not thinking about this clearly!"
"What is your problem with Damian?" Sonny asked, "Why are you trying to make me stay away from him?"
"Because I don't want you to get hurt, Sonny. We've both been in Damian's shoes before. We both know what it's like to come into this place and find our natural parents. We both know the hatred and mistrust that comes with knowing that the person who didn't care enough to stay in your life growing up is still alive and right around the corner. If you think that you can get a meaningful relationship with Damian right away you're only going to end up hurting yourself. Telling Michael that he has a new big brother, seeing how happy he was at the mere thought of the idea. Do you really want to look our son in the face when your son isn't around to play with him? When your son ignores everything that happens in our lives because he's bitter about the past?" Carly watched her husband's eyes. She knew what they were showing her. Sonny was thinking about what she had said, taking it to heart. She hoped that she would win.
Sonny quickly turned for the door, "It won't happen that way."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because I won't let it!" Sonny stated, "I messed up twenty years ago when I consummated a child with a woman I didn't even know. I can't make up for that time but I'll be damned if I let it affect the rest of our lives!"
"Where are you going?" She asked.
"Kelly's. He's renting an apartment from your mother. Where else could he be?"
"Sonny!" She called out, following him down the stairs and out the door to the elevator. He heard her calling him, but knew that she would only attempt to stop him from doing what he knew he needed to do. The only way they were going to be a family is if they weren't separated by the hate, by the lack of trust. His relationship with his own father had been damaged to a degree that would never recover because they were never open about the problems they had early enough. He couldn't say if it was too late for him and Damian, but the sooner the patchwork began the better.
Carly was now in tears. Her plea to keep her family had fallen on her husband's deaf ears. She rushed over to the other side of the hallway and almost pounded on Courtney's door. She was more thankful than she had been in quite some time that her best friend lived only feet away. "Please be home. Please, please be home," She whispered to herself.
Courtney was alone. Jason had left earlier in the morning. She walked down the stairs when she heard the knocking. She hadn't told Jason about what had happened the night before, mostly because she didn't have any answers to the questions that he would likely ask. She opened the door and saw Carly, tears running down her cheeks, sitting down near the door. "Oh my God," She muttered. Carly was usually a strong woman, when she was reduced to being only a few steps above curling into a ball, things were usually pretty bad. "Carly," She hurried to her knees and put her arm around Carly's back, "Carly, what's wrong?"
"I'm afraid."
"Of what?"
"Of that boy!"
"Damian? Why?"
"Courtney, he comes into our lives and just sends us all spinning. Sonny's hell bent on making sure that the same thing that happened between him and Mike doesn't happen with Damian. I don't want him in our lives."
"You're just worried," Courtney replied in a sympathetic tone, "You don't know anything about him aside from that he's here and he's Sonny's son. I'm not very fond of the boy at the moment either, but I can give him the time to change that opinion."
"I just keep thinking about Ric," Carly said in between sobs, "He came and almost took our baby from us. Everything he did was because he had some revenge plot against my husband, because his sick mind made him think that everything bad in his life had been caused by Sonny. I see the same look in Damian's eyes that I did in Ric's. I can't help but shake this feeling that he's going to try something. That he's going to gain everyone's trust and then turn on us. He could hurt any one of us, he could hurt my children."
Courtney hugged Carly. Her concerns were well justified, if only a bit overdramatic. The trauma that she had endured while she was locked away in Ric's panic room was still fresh in her mind, it was only logical that she would have flashes to that when she thought of the possibilities. "We won't let that happen to you or the kids, Carly. Jason and I will make sure that he doesn't hurt anyone." She wiped away some of Carly's tears, "In the meantime we have to be there for Sonny. We have to act like we support whatever actions he's going to take, even if we don't. I can do it, can you?"
"I, I don't know."
Near Kelly's-
Sonny was walking as fast as he could without looking like a possessed madman towards Kelly's. He didn't even notice Jason around the corner, his mind so set on talking to his son.
Jason, however, noticed him. "Sonny?"
Sonny stopped and turned around, "Sorry, Jase, I can't talk right now."
Jason noticed that Sonny wasn't in his normal attire. He almost never left the house under anything but the most dire of circumstances without getting dressed in one of his suits. "What's wrong?"
"Like I said, I can't talk right now." Sonny continued towards Kelly's, Jason followed close behind.
Kelly's-
Elizabeth saw the face of her ex-brother-in-law as he walked towards the door. She hated that Ric had let his quest for Sonny's demise ruin their marriage, but she also wasn't very fond of Sonny himself. She didn't believe that he had cost them the child that she was carrying, but she knew that Sonny's life had almost cost her Ric's life on multiple occasions. A few times it happened when she wished Ric were dead, but she knew that it was nothing more than her lashing out in pain at the man that she was starting to love again.
He entered and paced over to her. "Elizabeth, do you know which room Damian Zuniga lives in?"
"Damian?" She was surprised that he had already met Sonny, and even more surprised that he had made an impression that would make Sonny come looking for him. "Number four," She answered, knowing that it was his because it was the number that was on the key that she had found. He hurried up the stairs when it dawned on her, maybe he was in trouble? Had he already made an enemy of Sonny Corinthos?
Jason walked in, "Elizabeth, where's Sonny?"
Elizabeth looked at her old flame. Even though Sonny and Jason worked together she would always feel much safer and less tense around him. The life he led often hid how gentle he could be, but she knew that it was inside him. She had seen it many times, they were cherished memories. "Upstairs, do you have any idea what's going on?"
Jason shook his head, "I was hoping that you would."
"Sonny doesn't confide in me, Jason," She bluntly stated, "He came in here and asked where Damian-"
"Damian? Who's Damian?"
"A college student, he just moved in two days ago. I figured if Sonny knew him you would."
"I have no idea who he is," Jason said, "But what could Sonny want with someone who has only been here for two days?"
Upstairs-
Sonny pounded on the door. On the other side Damian had just gotten out of the shower and was drying his hair, nothing more than a pair of pants and a tank top on. He reached for the knob, wondering who it could be. He saw his father on in the doorway, "Sonny? What are you doing here?"
"You're coming home."
"What?"
"Pack your bags," Sonny ordered, "You're coming to live with me."