Chapter 13
When Carly Corinthos woke in a strange bed the next morning, she noticed her friend Mark smiling at her. Her friend. They were more than friends now. Their relationship had taken an completely different turn and now they were lovers. Carly's heart was pounding. She cared for Mark as a friend. He was an incredible lover. He wasn't Sonny, but he was good enough. She missed Sonny terribly in her heart, but she had Mark's arms around her so she felt a little better.
"Hey," Mark said.
"Hey," Carly replied nervously, sitting up a little and pulling the sheet up around her. Mark grinned as Carly blushed a little.
"You don't need to be shy around me," Mark replied.
"I'm just cold," Carly replied quietly. She rubbed her eyes with her knuckles and she ran her fingers through her tangled hair. God, what had she done? Carly felt her skin beginning to form little bumps and the hair on her arms stood on end. She sighed wearily and got out of bed, quickly pulling on her clothes.
"Are you hungry?" Mark asked, getting out of bed and pulling on his bathrobe.
"Yeah, but I need to get home to my kids," she replied. The kids! Tears came to her eyes. "Oh God! The kids! I forgot to call Bianca and Leticia last night! Oh God!"
"I'll give you a ride home if you need me to," Mark replied. "I just need to get dressed." Carly nodded absently and left the room. She slowly walked down the hallway and down the stairs. She stood in the living room and walked over to the mantle. She saw a picture of Mark with his daughter Cadence. Cadence had blonde hair and she was so beautiful. Carly couldn't help but grin when she saw the pictures of Mark and his little girl. Mark looked like a wonderful father. He was a wonderful friend. Had she ruined their friendship by sleeping with him? Should she continue being his lover? Carly put her hands over her face for a moment. She shook her head.
"God," she whispered, "I don't know what to do." She felt tears come to her eyes and she felt like a horrible person. She felt like she had cheated on Sonny. Technically she had, but their marriage was in shambles. It wasn't a marriage anymore. She felt like a horrible mother for not checking on her boys the night before. She knew they were in good hands with Bianca and Leticia, but she could have at least called.
Carly felt hands on her shoulders, moving down her arms, and coming around her waist. For a moment she wished those were Sonny's hands. She felt Mark's lips on her neck and she closed her eyes as he held her close. She turned in his arms to face him.
"I need to go home," she whispered. "I need to be with my boys." Mark nodded. "My baby-sitter will be here in a few minutes and when she gets here I'll take you home and she can stay here with Cadence."
"Okay," Carly replied.
"You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah," Carly replied with a weak nod. "I'm just a little tired, that's all."
"Okay," Mark replied slowly. Just then, an adorable little girl came bounding down the stairs, her long blonde pigtails flying behind her. She was wearing a pink shirt with Cinderella on it. She was also wearing matching pink pajama pants. She had pink slippers on and she ran into her father's arms.
"Daddy!" she exclaimed.
"Hey Cady!" he exclaimed, pulling Cadence up and giving her a big bear hug.
"Who's the lady?" Cadence asked, smiling at Carly.
"This is my good friend. Her name is Carly. Carly, this is Cadence," Mark replied with a grin. Carly laughed and shook Cadence's little hand.
"It's nice to meet you," Carly replied.
"It's nice to meet you! You're pretty!" Cadence replied. "Much prettier than the last one." Mark rolled his eyes.
"She's not buying it, Cady," Mark replied. "Carly knows me very well. We were friends in high school."
"Oh," Cadence replied. "Well, you're the first one my daddy's brought home for me to meet since daddy and mommy's divorce."
"Well, I'm honored," Carly replied.
"I'm going to give Carly a ride home," Mark replied. "You want to go?"
"Yeah!" Cadence replied.
"Get your jacket and I'll write a note for the baby-sitter."
**
Carly walked into the house and she saw Michael waiting for her, sitting on the stair steps. He hand his arms crossed across his chest and he was staring at Carly with anger in his eyes.
"Hey Michael," Carly began, "did you have a nice night last night?" Michael looked past Carly and saw Mark driving away with Cadence in the car.
"Were you at Mark's house?" he asked.
"Yes," Carly replied. "I'm sorry I didn't call last night, Mister Man."
"I don't like Mark."
"Why not?"
"Because he isn't daddy."
"But he's a nice guy. He would like to get to know you. He has a daughter in your grade at school."
"I don't care," Michael said with a shrug. "I still don't like him."
"Can't you give him a chance?" Carly asked.
"No!" Michael exclaimed. "He'll never be my daddy! My only daddy lives at the penthouse and you don't even love him!"
"Of course I love your daddy! But daddy and I can't be together anymore. You'll understand one day when you're older!"
"I hate you!" Michael exclaimed angrily. Those words stung Carly like a thousand bees. She remembered AJ once taunting her, telling her Michael would hate her one day. She had had nightmares about it, but never had she figured it would really happen.
"You don't mean that," Carly replied, shaking her head, her voice shaking.
"I mean it! I want to live with daddy! I hate you!"
"You're not living with your father! That isn't going to happen!"
"I hate you!" Michael ran upstairs in a fit of tears and Carly let her own tears fall. She hated that her son was acting out, but she had expected it. She had expected him to get angry. But she hadn't expected him to hate her. Maybe he was just angry. Maybe he didn't mean it. But it still hurt. Those words still rang in her ears and they weighed heavy in her hurting heart. Bianca hurried into the room with Miranda in her arms.
"What's wrong?" Bianca asked quietly.
"I will not have my son living under the same roof as my husband's whore," Carly replied, swallowing her tears. "He hates me."
"He doesn't mean it," Bianca replied.
"I'm sorry I didn't call last night."
"It's okay," Bianca replied. "Leticia and I managed. Leticia is actually at home right now. Your cousin Lucky came by to help with some more of the packing last night."
"Great," Carly replied.
"How was your date with Mark?"
"It went really far, Bianca," Carly replied quietly. "Too far, I think."
"Did you . . ."
"Yeah. We did."
"Oh, God, I almost forgot," Bianca started, putting Miranda down in her bassinet, "Sonny's lawyer brought these last night." Carly dried her eyes and shook her head. She opened the envelope and found divorce papers waiting to be sighed. Carly bit her bottom lip.
"Of-fucking-course. He wants this divorce to be final so that he can be with his tramp without feeling guilty. What an insensitive prick." Carly hastily grabbed a pen and scribbled her name down on all of the spaces she needed to sign. She jammed the papers back in the envelope and carried them out the the mailbox. She was done. She placed the papers in the outgoing mail and she knew the divorce would be final by the end of the day. When she got back inside, she walked over to the phone and dialed Sonny's number. He answered and Carly bit her bottom lip.
"Yeah?" Sonny asked.
"Just so you know, I signed the damned papers. You can go on with your life with your whore of a girlfriend," Carly began. "Just so you know, Sonny, I slept with Mark last night. That's right. I slept with him and I'm moving on. If you can move on, I can move on. I'm done, you son-of-a-bitch." Carly couldn't see Sonny's anger, but his blood was boiling in his veins. He was about to call and tell Carly about his plan with Brenda before Carly called first. But he was so angry that he couldn't tell her.
"I hope you're happy with yourself," Sonny replied. "But since this marriage is over, I figured it'd be good to tell you now that Brenda and I have a baby together."
"What?" Carly asked, nearly choking on those words.
"The night you saw us kissing on the docks . . . the night Ric took you to that hotel . . . I slept with Brenda," Sonny lied. "I'm the father of Brenda's son." Carly laughed through her grief-stricken tears.
"Well you know what?" she asked. "You know what? That's not the only baby you created out of adultery, Sonny. You know Kristina Davis? She's yours. Alexis told me during the fire." She couldn't believe she had said it. "Goodbye Sonny. Have fun with your new family." She slammed the phone down and collapsed on the couch in tears. She was so distraught and Bianca didn't know what to do for her.
"I'm so sorry," Bianca whispered.
"What have I done to my life?" Carly asked, looking at Bianca with tear-filled eyes.
"It'll get better," Bianca promised. "You have to believe that. You have to have faith."
"I don't think I have any faith left in me. Not anymore."
**
Jason walked into Faith's hospital room with a bouquet of flowers for her. She smiled and her eyes sparkled when she saw him. He made her day even better when she saw him. Jason put the flowers in a vase next to Faith's bed.
"How are you today?" he asked.
"I'm better," she replied with a smile. "I wanted to thank you so much for last night. It was incredible."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Jason replied. He sat down on the edge of her bed and smiled at her.
"Jason, what am I going to do?"
"What do you mean?"
"When I get out of here? What am I going to do? Where am I going to live?" Jason took Faith's hands in his and he kissed both of them.
"You can live with me," he answered.
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah," Jason replied. "It'll be great." Faith smiled a little and nervously shook her head.
"Alright," Faith replied gently. "You're sure?"
"I'm sure," Jason said with a chuckle.
"Then . . . yes. I'll stay with you," Faith replied quietly, realizing that she was falling in love with Jason more and more every day. She didn't mind falling because she knew she didn't want to stop.
When Carly Corinthos woke in a strange bed the next morning, she noticed her friend Mark smiling at her. Her friend. They were more than friends now. Their relationship had taken an completely different turn and now they were lovers. Carly's heart was pounding. She cared for Mark as a friend. He was an incredible lover. He wasn't Sonny, but he was good enough. She missed Sonny terribly in her heart, but she had Mark's arms around her so she felt a little better.
"Hey," Mark said.
"Hey," Carly replied nervously, sitting up a little and pulling the sheet up around her. Mark grinned as Carly blushed a little.
"You don't need to be shy around me," Mark replied.
"I'm just cold," Carly replied quietly. She rubbed her eyes with her knuckles and she ran her fingers through her tangled hair. God, what had she done? Carly felt her skin beginning to form little bumps and the hair on her arms stood on end. She sighed wearily and got out of bed, quickly pulling on her clothes.
"Are you hungry?" Mark asked, getting out of bed and pulling on his bathrobe.
"Yeah, but I need to get home to my kids," she replied. The kids! Tears came to her eyes. "Oh God! The kids! I forgot to call Bianca and Leticia last night! Oh God!"
"I'll give you a ride home if you need me to," Mark replied. "I just need to get dressed." Carly nodded absently and left the room. She slowly walked down the hallway and down the stairs. She stood in the living room and walked over to the mantle. She saw a picture of Mark with his daughter Cadence. Cadence had blonde hair and she was so beautiful. Carly couldn't help but grin when she saw the pictures of Mark and his little girl. Mark looked like a wonderful father. He was a wonderful friend. Had she ruined their friendship by sleeping with him? Should she continue being his lover? Carly put her hands over her face for a moment. She shook her head.
"God," she whispered, "I don't know what to do." She felt tears come to her eyes and she felt like a horrible person. She felt like she had cheated on Sonny. Technically she had, but their marriage was in shambles. It wasn't a marriage anymore. She felt like a horrible mother for not checking on her boys the night before. She knew they were in good hands with Bianca and Leticia, but she could have at least called.
Carly felt hands on her shoulders, moving down her arms, and coming around her waist. For a moment she wished those were Sonny's hands. She felt Mark's lips on her neck and she closed her eyes as he held her close. She turned in his arms to face him.
"I need to go home," she whispered. "I need to be with my boys." Mark nodded. "My baby-sitter will be here in a few minutes and when she gets here I'll take you home and she can stay here with Cadence."
"Okay," Carly replied.
"You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah," Carly replied with a weak nod. "I'm just a little tired, that's all."
"Okay," Mark replied slowly. Just then, an adorable little girl came bounding down the stairs, her long blonde pigtails flying behind her. She was wearing a pink shirt with Cinderella on it. She was also wearing matching pink pajama pants. She had pink slippers on and she ran into her father's arms.
"Daddy!" she exclaimed.
"Hey Cady!" he exclaimed, pulling Cadence up and giving her a big bear hug.
"Who's the lady?" Cadence asked, smiling at Carly.
"This is my good friend. Her name is Carly. Carly, this is Cadence," Mark replied with a grin. Carly laughed and shook Cadence's little hand.
"It's nice to meet you," Carly replied.
"It's nice to meet you! You're pretty!" Cadence replied. "Much prettier than the last one." Mark rolled his eyes.
"She's not buying it, Cady," Mark replied. "Carly knows me very well. We were friends in high school."
"Oh," Cadence replied. "Well, you're the first one my daddy's brought home for me to meet since daddy and mommy's divorce."
"Well, I'm honored," Carly replied.
"I'm going to give Carly a ride home," Mark replied. "You want to go?"
"Yeah!" Cadence replied.
"Get your jacket and I'll write a note for the baby-sitter."
**
Carly walked into the house and she saw Michael waiting for her, sitting on the stair steps. He hand his arms crossed across his chest and he was staring at Carly with anger in his eyes.
"Hey Michael," Carly began, "did you have a nice night last night?" Michael looked past Carly and saw Mark driving away with Cadence in the car.
"Were you at Mark's house?" he asked.
"Yes," Carly replied. "I'm sorry I didn't call last night, Mister Man."
"I don't like Mark."
"Why not?"
"Because he isn't daddy."
"But he's a nice guy. He would like to get to know you. He has a daughter in your grade at school."
"I don't care," Michael said with a shrug. "I still don't like him."
"Can't you give him a chance?" Carly asked.
"No!" Michael exclaimed. "He'll never be my daddy! My only daddy lives at the penthouse and you don't even love him!"
"Of course I love your daddy! But daddy and I can't be together anymore. You'll understand one day when you're older!"
"I hate you!" Michael exclaimed angrily. Those words stung Carly like a thousand bees. She remembered AJ once taunting her, telling her Michael would hate her one day. She had had nightmares about it, but never had she figured it would really happen.
"You don't mean that," Carly replied, shaking her head, her voice shaking.
"I mean it! I want to live with daddy! I hate you!"
"You're not living with your father! That isn't going to happen!"
"I hate you!" Michael ran upstairs in a fit of tears and Carly let her own tears fall. She hated that her son was acting out, but she had expected it. She had expected him to get angry. But she hadn't expected him to hate her. Maybe he was just angry. Maybe he didn't mean it. But it still hurt. Those words still rang in her ears and they weighed heavy in her hurting heart. Bianca hurried into the room with Miranda in her arms.
"What's wrong?" Bianca asked quietly.
"I will not have my son living under the same roof as my husband's whore," Carly replied, swallowing her tears. "He hates me."
"He doesn't mean it," Bianca replied.
"I'm sorry I didn't call last night."
"It's okay," Bianca replied. "Leticia and I managed. Leticia is actually at home right now. Your cousin Lucky came by to help with some more of the packing last night."
"Great," Carly replied.
"How was your date with Mark?"
"It went really far, Bianca," Carly replied quietly. "Too far, I think."
"Did you . . ."
"Yeah. We did."
"Oh, God, I almost forgot," Bianca started, putting Miranda down in her bassinet, "Sonny's lawyer brought these last night." Carly dried her eyes and shook her head. She opened the envelope and found divorce papers waiting to be sighed. Carly bit her bottom lip.
"Of-fucking-course. He wants this divorce to be final so that he can be with his tramp without feeling guilty. What an insensitive prick." Carly hastily grabbed a pen and scribbled her name down on all of the spaces she needed to sign. She jammed the papers back in the envelope and carried them out the the mailbox. She was done. She placed the papers in the outgoing mail and she knew the divorce would be final by the end of the day. When she got back inside, she walked over to the phone and dialed Sonny's number. He answered and Carly bit her bottom lip.
"Yeah?" Sonny asked.
"Just so you know, I signed the damned papers. You can go on with your life with your whore of a girlfriend," Carly began. "Just so you know, Sonny, I slept with Mark last night. That's right. I slept with him and I'm moving on. If you can move on, I can move on. I'm done, you son-of-a-bitch." Carly couldn't see Sonny's anger, but his blood was boiling in his veins. He was about to call and tell Carly about his plan with Brenda before Carly called first. But he was so angry that he couldn't tell her.
"I hope you're happy with yourself," Sonny replied. "But since this marriage is over, I figured it'd be good to tell you now that Brenda and I have a baby together."
"What?" Carly asked, nearly choking on those words.
"The night you saw us kissing on the docks . . . the night Ric took you to that hotel . . . I slept with Brenda," Sonny lied. "I'm the father of Brenda's son." Carly laughed through her grief-stricken tears.
"Well you know what?" she asked. "You know what? That's not the only baby you created out of adultery, Sonny. You know Kristina Davis? She's yours. Alexis told me during the fire." She couldn't believe she had said it. "Goodbye Sonny. Have fun with your new family." She slammed the phone down and collapsed on the couch in tears. She was so distraught and Bianca didn't know what to do for her.
"I'm so sorry," Bianca whispered.
"What have I done to my life?" Carly asked, looking at Bianca with tear-filled eyes.
"It'll get better," Bianca promised. "You have to believe that. You have to have faith."
"I don't think I have any faith left in me. Not anymore."
**
Jason walked into Faith's hospital room with a bouquet of flowers for her. She smiled and her eyes sparkled when she saw him. He made her day even better when she saw him. Jason put the flowers in a vase next to Faith's bed.
"How are you today?" he asked.
"I'm better," she replied with a smile. "I wanted to thank you so much for last night. It was incredible."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Jason replied. He sat down on the edge of her bed and smiled at her.
"Jason, what am I going to do?"
"What do you mean?"
"When I get out of here? What am I going to do? Where am I going to live?" Jason took Faith's hands in his and he kissed both of them.
"You can live with me," he answered.
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah," Jason replied. "It'll be great." Faith smiled a little and nervously shook her head.
"Alright," Faith replied gently. "You're sure?"
"I'm sure," Jason said with a chuckle.
"Then . . . yes. I'll stay with you," Faith replied quietly, realizing that she was falling in love with Jason more and more every day. She didn't mind falling because she knew she didn't want to stop.