Chapter 8
"I like this place, mommy!" Michael exclaimed as Carly and Bianca walked down the sidewalk on Grove Street. They were looking for a new home to move into seeing as they didn't want to stay in Lorenzo's house anymore. Carly had called the owner of the house who was willing to show her around. Bianca and Miranda were going to be living there too, so Carly wanted Bianca to have some say.
"I like it," Bianca said with a smile. Michael ran up to the front porch where there was a porch swing. The owner of the house came to greet Carly and Bianca.
"Hello," the lady said with a smile. "I'm Emily Morris. Welcome to my home."
"Thank you," Carly replied. "Before we look around, I just need to ask a few questions about the house."
"Of course," the lady replied.
"How many bedrooms does it have?"
"There are five bedrooms. There are two stories. The bedrooms are all upstairs along with three bathrooms. There's an attic and a basement."
"Have children lived here before?" Bianca asked.
"Yes. I raised my family in this house," the lady replied. "This house has survived four little children."
"Great," Carly replied with a grin. "What about the kitchen?"
"The kitchen has a walk in freezer and a walk in pantry. They are child proof, I assure you," the lady replied. Carly was impressed. "Would you like a tour?"
"You know what, I think we'll take it," Carly replied.
"Don't you even want to see it?"
"I've seen pictures from the brochure," Carly answered. "It's perfect. The kids will love it."
"Well, the payment . . ."
"Don't worry about price. I'm willing to pay whatever it takes to have this place as long as I can move in as soon as possible."
"I'm already packing. I can be out by the end of the week," the lady replied.
"It's a deal," Carly replied. "Thank you very much. Come on Michael!" Michael hurried over.
"Can we have this house?"
"Yes, sweet heart. We're going to live here," Carly replied.
"Yay!" Michael exclaimed.
"It was nice meeting with you," Carly said to Mrs. Morris. "I'll send you my payment tomorrow." Carly and Bianca walked off with the children. "This is going to be perfect."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because it's a new start. I'm finally moving on with my life." She didn't want to say it aloud, but she really wished that Sonny would be moving in with them. She knew it was over but she didn't want it to be. She missed him so much and she knew that it was going to be hard to move on because she couldn't stop thinking of him.
**
Sonny stared off into nothing as he heard the voice on the other line.
"Sonny? It's me," she repeated. Sonny cleared his throat.
"Brenda," he muttered.
"Yeah," she replied.
"What do you want? Did something happen?" he asked.
"No. I saw on the news that you have been in an accident. I also saw that Luis has a twin brother," Brenda replied.
"Yeah. The asshole that ruined my life," Sonny replied.
"Sonny, I heard about what happened with you and Carly. I'm so sorry. I just . . . I want to come take care of you. I don't want you all alone right now."
"No, Brenda, you're safe in Europe. I don't want you putting yourself back in danger, especially for me."
"Sonny, come on. You can't take care of yourself right now. I know you're going to say you can, but you need somebody there with you."
"Brenda, I'll be fine. I don't need anybody."
"Sonny," Brenda started. She stopped herself and let out a sigh. "I'm here if you need me. My number is . . ." Brenda gave him her phone number and Sonny shook his head. "Just call me if you need anything. Bye . . ." She hung up the phone and Sonny hung up as well. Max stepped in and Sonny looked at him.
"Something wrong?" Sonny asked.
"I was just checking on you, sir," Max replied.
"I'm fine," Sonny replied. "I'm fine!" He grabbed a crystal glass and threw it against a wall. It shattered into hundreds of pieces. "Get out!" Max quickly left and Sonny only wished that he could stand up so he could walk around and trash the rest of his lonely penthouse.
**
As Jason sat by Faith's bedside, he noticed how beautiful she was. Her facial features were so distinguished. She was amazing. Jason couldn't believe he was feeling this. He was starting to fall in love with her. He had admitted it to himself. How could he let himself feel this way over somebody he was supposed to hate?
"I can't believe this is happening to me," Jason said softly. "Faith, I know that this isn't supposed to happen. We're supposed to be enemies. But I can't help but feel attracted to you. You're beautiful Faith. You have a passion for everything that you do, even if it isn't good. I like that about you. You're . . . you're amazing." He put his hand on hers. He couldn't believe he was touching her hand and telling her his feelings for her. He killed her husband and she hated him. They had both done terrible things to each other. But he couldn't help falling in love with her.
He laughed to himself, knowing Sonny was going to rip him a new one for what was happening. He wondered if he was wrong? Maybe he just felt guilty for what had happened to Faith. Maybe these feelings would blow over in a few hours and he would be thinking clearly. But Jason didn't think he wanted this to just blow over. He wanted Faith and he wanted her to live.
"I have to get out of here for awhile," Jason whispered. He needed to think. As he got up to leave, he heard Faith moan. He turned back to her as she opened her eyes a little. She looked around weakly and then focused on Jason.
"Where am I?"
**
Carly walked into the Port Charles Grill where she had just been invited by Mark. She had dropped the boys off with her mother so Bianca could have a day with Miranda. She walked over to Mark's table where he was looking at the lunch menu. Carly was wearing a white dress with white heels. She looked so angelic. Mark smiled when she sat down.
"Caroline, you look beautiful," he said with with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Thank you Mark, but I'm going by Carly these days," Carly replied. "Can you call me that?"
"Sure. If that's what you'd like," Mark replied. "I'm so glad you decided to meet me for lunch."
"Yeah, well, I'm starting over. I'm almost through a divorce and I want to move on completely."
"Maybe I can help you do that," Mark replied with a laugh. Carly bit her bottom lip.
"We'll see," she replied.
"So you're getting divorced? Why?" Mark asked curiously.
"My husband and I love each other, but he's . . . he's a control freak and he's stubborn. I'm stubborn too. We clash all the time. We can't seem to make it work. We married three times, Mark. Three times."
"Wow," Mark replied. "You must love him very much to marry him three times."
"I do," Carly replied. "But he cheated on me twice in our whole marriage. He pushed me to cheat on him. I feel just as dirty now."
"Don't do that to yourself, Carly. You're right. You should be moving on. You deserve to be happy, especially considering the way you grew up."
"That's all the past. I don't want to think about that right now."
"Alright," Mark replied. A waitress came over.
"Are you two ready to order?" she asked. Carly took a deep breath.
"I'm ready."
"I like this place, mommy!" Michael exclaimed as Carly and Bianca walked down the sidewalk on Grove Street. They were looking for a new home to move into seeing as they didn't want to stay in Lorenzo's house anymore. Carly had called the owner of the house who was willing to show her around. Bianca and Miranda were going to be living there too, so Carly wanted Bianca to have some say.
"I like it," Bianca said with a smile. Michael ran up to the front porch where there was a porch swing. The owner of the house came to greet Carly and Bianca.
"Hello," the lady said with a smile. "I'm Emily Morris. Welcome to my home."
"Thank you," Carly replied. "Before we look around, I just need to ask a few questions about the house."
"Of course," the lady replied.
"How many bedrooms does it have?"
"There are five bedrooms. There are two stories. The bedrooms are all upstairs along with three bathrooms. There's an attic and a basement."
"Have children lived here before?" Bianca asked.
"Yes. I raised my family in this house," the lady replied. "This house has survived four little children."
"Great," Carly replied with a grin. "What about the kitchen?"
"The kitchen has a walk in freezer and a walk in pantry. They are child proof, I assure you," the lady replied. Carly was impressed. "Would you like a tour?"
"You know what, I think we'll take it," Carly replied.
"Don't you even want to see it?"
"I've seen pictures from the brochure," Carly answered. "It's perfect. The kids will love it."
"Well, the payment . . ."
"Don't worry about price. I'm willing to pay whatever it takes to have this place as long as I can move in as soon as possible."
"I'm already packing. I can be out by the end of the week," the lady replied.
"It's a deal," Carly replied. "Thank you very much. Come on Michael!" Michael hurried over.
"Can we have this house?"
"Yes, sweet heart. We're going to live here," Carly replied.
"Yay!" Michael exclaimed.
"It was nice meeting with you," Carly said to Mrs. Morris. "I'll send you my payment tomorrow." Carly and Bianca walked off with the children. "This is going to be perfect."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because it's a new start. I'm finally moving on with my life." She didn't want to say it aloud, but she really wished that Sonny would be moving in with them. She knew it was over but she didn't want it to be. She missed him so much and she knew that it was going to be hard to move on because she couldn't stop thinking of him.
**
Sonny stared off into nothing as he heard the voice on the other line.
"Sonny? It's me," she repeated. Sonny cleared his throat.
"Brenda," he muttered.
"Yeah," she replied.
"What do you want? Did something happen?" he asked.
"No. I saw on the news that you have been in an accident. I also saw that Luis has a twin brother," Brenda replied.
"Yeah. The asshole that ruined my life," Sonny replied.
"Sonny, I heard about what happened with you and Carly. I'm so sorry. I just . . . I want to come take care of you. I don't want you all alone right now."
"No, Brenda, you're safe in Europe. I don't want you putting yourself back in danger, especially for me."
"Sonny, come on. You can't take care of yourself right now. I know you're going to say you can, but you need somebody there with you."
"Brenda, I'll be fine. I don't need anybody."
"Sonny," Brenda started. She stopped herself and let out a sigh. "I'm here if you need me. My number is . . ." Brenda gave him her phone number and Sonny shook his head. "Just call me if you need anything. Bye . . ." She hung up the phone and Sonny hung up as well. Max stepped in and Sonny looked at him.
"Something wrong?" Sonny asked.
"I was just checking on you, sir," Max replied.
"I'm fine," Sonny replied. "I'm fine!" He grabbed a crystal glass and threw it against a wall. It shattered into hundreds of pieces. "Get out!" Max quickly left and Sonny only wished that he could stand up so he could walk around and trash the rest of his lonely penthouse.
**
As Jason sat by Faith's bedside, he noticed how beautiful she was. Her facial features were so distinguished. She was amazing. Jason couldn't believe he was feeling this. He was starting to fall in love with her. He had admitted it to himself. How could he let himself feel this way over somebody he was supposed to hate?
"I can't believe this is happening to me," Jason said softly. "Faith, I know that this isn't supposed to happen. We're supposed to be enemies. But I can't help but feel attracted to you. You're beautiful Faith. You have a passion for everything that you do, even if it isn't good. I like that about you. You're . . . you're amazing." He put his hand on hers. He couldn't believe he was touching her hand and telling her his feelings for her. He killed her husband and she hated him. They had both done terrible things to each other. But he couldn't help falling in love with her.
He laughed to himself, knowing Sonny was going to rip him a new one for what was happening. He wondered if he was wrong? Maybe he just felt guilty for what had happened to Faith. Maybe these feelings would blow over in a few hours and he would be thinking clearly. But Jason didn't think he wanted this to just blow over. He wanted Faith and he wanted her to live.
"I have to get out of here for awhile," Jason whispered. He needed to think. As he got up to leave, he heard Faith moan. He turned back to her as she opened her eyes a little. She looked around weakly and then focused on Jason.
"Where am I?"
**
Carly walked into the Port Charles Grill where she had just been invited by Mark. She had dropped the boys off with her mother so Bianca could have a day with Miranda. She walked over to Mark's table where he was looking at the lunch menu. Carly was wearing a white dress with white heels. She looked so angelic. Mark smiled when she sat down.
"Caroline, you look beautiful," he said with with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Thank you Mark, but I'm going by Carly these days," Carly replied. "Can you call me that?"
"Sure. If that's what you'd like," Mark replied. "I'm so glad you decided to meet me for lunch."
"Yeah, well, I'm starting over. I'm almost through a divorce and I want to move on completely."
"Maybe I can help you do that," Mark replied with a laugh. Carly bit her bottom lip.
"We'll see," she replied.
"So you're getting divorced? Why?" Mark asked curiously.
"My husband and I love each other, but he's . . . he's a control freak and he's stubborn. I'm stubborn too. We clash all the time. We can't seem to make it work. We married three times, Mark. Three times."
"Wow," Mark replied. "You must love him very much to marry him three times."
"I do," Carly replied. "But he cheated on me twice in our whole marriage. He pushed me to cheat on him. I feel just as dirty now."
"Don't do that to yourself, Carly. You're right. You should be moving on. You deserve to be happy, especially considering the way you grew up."
"That's all the past. I don't want to think about that right now."
"Alright," Mark replied. A waitress came over.
"Are you two ready to order?" she asked. Carly took a deep breath.
"I'm ready."