Chapter 26
Faith's pregnancy could only be concealed for so long. Before too long, Leon knew that Faith was pregnant, and he had already been making plans for her to give birth. It was April and Faith was nine months pregnant with her twins. She had had no medical care and she wasn't even sure what month it was. She had been held in the apartment for the last six months and she knew that Jason probably thought she was dead. She knew that Leon's plans had changed for her. He now wanted to keep her children. He told her that he wanted a second chance. Lars had basically disowned his father. Leon had told him about a month ago about his mother being dead. Lars told Leon that he was dead to him, and he hopped on a plane back to Sweden. Now all Leon wanted was a second chance at fatherhood.
Faith couldn't sleep at all because she was so uncomfortable. Her heart was heavy with the guilt she felt for not trying harder to escape. She wondered if Jason had moved on. She wondered if he was okay and if he was out of jail. She didn't want him to suffer, but she knew that he was a good man with a good heart. She knew he was mourning her.
She knew that Leon would be visiting her soon, but she couldn't let herself get scared. Every time he came, he did things to her that she tried to block out. He had his way with her whenever he pleased. He was definitely the worst Alcazar of them all. She had learned to go numb from the torture he inflicted on her. She couldn't fight him. She was nine months pregnant and couldn't get around easily. In the beginning, she could fight him pretty well. But in the beginning, he didn't rape her. He didn't start raping her until about three months ago. Now she wasn't able to fight him off. He had become too strong.
Faith sat on the couch of the apartment she had grown to hate. She hated everything. She hated the walls without windows. She hated the damned door that wouldn't open for her. She hated watching Leon walk through once or twice a week to abuse her and tell her how he couldn't wait for the children to be born so he could be rid of her. She had even lowered herself to trying to make him think she loved him just so that she could stay with her children. She knew it was only a matter of time before the twins came and he took them away from her.
She wanted out. She wanted to escape and she didn't know how. She knew that if she tried to burn her way out, she'd die and so would the babies. She couldn't do that. She had tried escaping when Leon came over, but she had never succeeded.
She heard the sound of Leon's footsteps and she knew that she had to get out. She ran to the kitchen and she grabbed a dull butter knife. She knew that it was her only way out. She walked over to the wall and waited for Leon to come through the door. She heard him fidgeting with the remote to the door. She closed her eyes and licked her lips. She listened to her own heartbeat, readying herself to murder the man that had taken her away from Jason.
The heavy steel door began to slide open, and Leon started to step through. Before he got in, Faith gripped the dull knife tightly and plunged it into his chest. Leon screamed and fell back. Faith ran out of the apartment and she pulled the knife out of his chest. She didn't know what to do. She had to run. She didn't know where she was. She watched as Leon lay lifeless on the floor. She checked his pulse. He was dead and she was glad.
She immediately ran to the stairs. She hurried down and down and down until she couldn't find anymore stairs. She ran out into a brightly lit hotel lobby. She realized right away that she was in the United States. She didn't know where, but she knew she was in the country.
"Ma'am?" came a voice from behind. Faith looked to see a tall, well-muscled man walking toward her. He started to run for her and she knew he was one of Leon's men. She ran as fast as she could being heavily pregnant with twins. She wasn't quite sure how far along she was, but she figured she was damned near close to giving birth. She ran out into the streets and ran into an alley behind the building. She hid behind a dumpster as Leon's man ran past it. She ran in the opposite way and her feet pounded the ground so hard that her feet were throbbing. She immediately hailed a taxi. She got in, strapped herself inside, and looked up at the sky. It was evening and the sun was setting. Or was it rising? She couldn't be sure because she hadn't seen the light of day in six months.
"Where to, miss?"
"Where are we?" Faith asked. The driver looked at her with confusion.
"Los Angeles, miss," he replied.
"Take me to . . . to the nearest hospital," she said, feeling pain in her lower back. The man nodded and drove off for the hospital. "Do you have a cell phone?"
"Um . . . yeah," the man replied.
"Can I borrow it? I . . . I don't . . . I don't have any money." The woman looked distraught, but he felt sorry for her. He handed her his cell phone and she immediately dialed the penthouse. Nobody answered, so she dialed Carly's house. After two rings, eight-year-old Michael picked up.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Is your mommy or daddy there?"
"My daddy's here," he replied.
"Can I talk to him?"
"Who is this?"
"Please just put your mother on the phone." Faith heard a shuffling sound and then she heard Carly's wonderful voice.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Carly! It's Faith!" Faith exclaimed.
"Oh my God," Carly whispered.
"Carly! Please . . . are you there?"
"I'm here," Carly replied. "Oh my God. Is it really you?"
"It's me," Faith sobbed. "You've got to tell Jason I'm alright."
"Where in the hell have you been?!"
"I was kidnapped . . . I can't give you all the details. I'm in Los Angeles . . . and I'm going to the . . ." She paused for a moment. "What hospital?"
"St. Mary's," he replied.
"I'm going to St. Mary's Hospital in Los Angeles." Faith hung up and she gave the man his cell phone back. She prayed that Jason would be with her by the morning.
**
Carly's hand was still on the receiver of the phone. She was staring with shock when Sonny came up behind her.
"Hey honey," he said, putting his hand on the small of her back. Carly turned around, the bulge in her front nearly hitting Sonny. Sonny stepped back a little and put his hands on his wife's belly. "Who was on the phone?"
"Faith," she said quietly.
"What?" Sonny asked.
"I swear to God, that was Faith," Carly said with wide eyes. "She said she was going to St. Mary's Hospital in Los Angeles. I think we need to go. Sonny . . ."
"Look, I don't want you traveling in your sixth month," Sonny replied. "I'll go."
"We have to tell Jason," Carly said softly. Sonny shook his head.
"No. I don't want him getting his hopes up. He's been sitting in a jail cell for six months. I don't want any false hope."
"God, I can't believe this," Carly said, running her hand over her belly.
"I'll go. You think Bobbie can stay here for a couple of days while I'm gone?"
"I'll be alright with the kids. Michael and Cadence will help me out."
"Alright," Sonny replied. He pulled Carly into a kiss. "I love you."
"I love you too," Carly replied. Sonny kissed her forehead and headed upstairs to pack. Carly walked into the den and she sat down on the couch and put her hands on her belly. Six months ago, she had found out she was pregnant. She had had a very easy pregnancy so far and she was looking forward to getting it over with so the Corinthos family could continue to grow. She and Sonny had been married at the end of November and now it was April. The fourth time seemed to be the charm. Sonny wasn't bringing his business home at all. He was still a stay-at-home dad and he was keeping his "other business" away from home as well.
Sonny and Carly wanted to wait until the birth to find out what they were having, but they did know that they were having identical twins. Cadence and Michael had had their birthdays. They were eight now. Bianca had been over a couple of weeks ago to celebrate Miranda's first birthday. Things were changing and everything seemed to be going wonderfully. Carly had almost given up hope of ever seeing Faith again. But Faith was back and it was time for her to come home. Carly wondered if Faith was alright, but she was more concerned about what had happened to her.
"Mama," Morgan said as he toddled into the den.
"Hey Little Mo," she whispered. Morgan got up on the couch and leaned his head on Carly's belly.
"Hi baby," he whispered. Carly grinned as her son listened for the babies.
"Sweetie, I love you," Carly whispered.
"I wuv you, mama," Morgan replied. Sonny came back downstairs with Megan in his arms.
"Somebody wanted to see her mama," Sonny said. He put six-month-old Megan down on the couch. Megan looked just like her daddy. She had a natural light tan and she had dark brown hair. She was so beautiful and it was obvious that she was a Corinthos.
"Hi Meggy," Carly said with a grin.
"I'm heading out," Sonny said, kissing Carly gently. "You're going to be okay?"
"We'll be fine. Don't worry," Carly replied.
"Don't talk to Jason till we know for sure . . ."
"I won't," Carly replied. He kissed Carly again and he left. Michael and Cadence came into the room with Kristina and Stone following behind.
"There you are!" Cadence said.
"We were playing Hide-and-Seek and Morgan was supposed to find us," Michael said, rolling his eyes. "Where'd daddy go?"
"Daddy went out of town for a day or so," Carly replied. "Don't worry. He'll be home soon."
"Alright," Cadence replied. "Come on, Michael. I don't think Morgan wants to play." The kids left the room and Carly looked at Morgan.
"You don't want to play?"
"I wanna play wif you," Morgan replied with a giggle. Carly grinned from ear to ear.
"Well, I'm glad you wanna play with mommy. What do you want to play?" Morgan shrugged and Carly held Megan in her arms and Morgan leaned against her belly. "You know, Morgan, very soon, we're going to have two new babies in the family."
"Yeah," Morgan said. Carly looked at Megan.
"How do you feel about that, Meggy?" Carly asked. Megan grunted and giggled a little. Carly laughed and kissed her baby girl. "I love you all so much. Mommy loves all her babies." She closed her eyes and smiled, thinking about the new lives inside of her, and hoping that Faith was okay and that she was going to be able to be with her children too.
**
Hours later, Faith laid in her hospital bed with her newborn children in her arms. She was so exhausted. After all of the darkness that had been brought into her life, she finally had some light. Her newborn son and daughter were in her arms and they were both healthy and perfect. Jason Morgan Jr. came into the world weighing 6 lbs. 4 oz. Emily Morgan was born weighing 6 lbs. 2 oz. Both children were at healthy weights and they were absolutely perfect.
Faith couldn't take her eyes off of her children. She only wished that she would get to see Jason soon. She couldn't wait to be in his arms again. She was sad that he had missed the birth, but she was so excited that she had escaped. She had killed Leon Alcazar, and she would admit it in court, but she knew that she would get off because it was in self defense.
It wasn't even an hour after Jason Jr. and Emily were born that a detective came into Faith's room.
"Mrs. Morgan, I presume?" he asked.
"Yes," Faith said.
"A Leon Alcazar was found dead today."
"Yes," Faith replied with a nod.
"Do you know anything about it?"
"Yes. I . . ." she began, tears in her eyes. "I killed him. He kept me in that place for six months. I had to escape. It was the only way," Faith said with a sob. "He raped me and he . . . he said he was going to take away my kids."
"I promise that won't happen."
"Of course not. He's dead. I'm . . ."
"I'm not going to arrest you. This man has been on the wanted list for years. I wanted to ask you if you need anything."
"How about the last six months of my life back? How about my integrity? I just want my husband."
"We'll release your husband from jail and fly you home to meet him."
"Thank God," Faith whispered. "I can't wait to see him again. When can I see him?"
"I'll have my men call the Port Charles Police Department."
"Thank you so much," Faith sobbed. The detective left and Faith looked at her kids. "We're going home. We're going to go see daddy."
**
Jason sat in his jail cell like he did every day and night. He hadn't shaved in a week and his hair was about down to his shoulders. He was so angry with himself and with a lot of things. He just wanted Faith back. He wanted his wife and his children. What if he never saw them again?
It wasn't even three minutes later that Justus Ward and Ric Lansing came back. Ric unlocked the jail cell.
"Come on, Jason," Justus said.
"Another interrogation?" Jason asked bitterly? "It's been six fucking months. I don't have anything else to say."
"Jason . . ." Justus started.
"Just don't waste your time, Lansing."
"Jason . . . they found Faith."
Faith's pregnancy could only be concealed for so long. Before too long, Leon knew that Faith was pregnant, and he had already been making plans for her to give birth. It was April and Faith was nine months pregnant with her twins. She had had no medical care and she wasn't even sure what month it was. She had been held in the apartment for the last six months and she knew that Jason probably thought she was dead. She knew that Leon's plans had changed for her. He now wanted to keep her children. He told her that he wanted a second chance. Lars had basically disowned his father. Leon had told him about a month ago about his mother being dead. Lars told Leon that he was dead to him, and he hopped on a plane back to Sweden. Now all Leon wanted was a second chance at fatherhood.
Faith couldn't sleep at all because she was so uncomfortable. Her heart was heavy with the guilt she felt for not trying harder to escape. She wondered if Jason had moved on. She wondered if he was okay and if he was out of jail. She didn't want him to suffer, but she knew that he was a good man with a good heart. She knew he was mourning her.
She knew that Leon would be visiting her soon, but she couldn't let herself get scared. Every time he came, he did things to her that she tried to block out. He had his way with her whenever he pleased. He was definitely the worst Alcazar of them all. She had learned to go numb from the torture he inflicted on her. She couldn't fight him. She was nine months pregnant and couldn't get around easily. In the beginning, she could fight him pretty well. But in the beginning, he didn't rape her. He didn't start raping her until about three months ago. Now she wasn't able to fight him off. He had become too strong.
Faith sat on the couch of the apartment she had grown to hate. She hated everything. She hated the walls without windows. She hated the damned door that wouldn't open for her. She hated watching Leon walk through once or twice a week to abuse her and tell her how he couldn't wait for the children to be born so he could be rid of her. She had even lowered herself to trying to make him think she loved him just so that she could stay with her children. She knew it was only a matter of time before the twins came and he took them away from her.
She wanted out. She wanted to escape and she didn't know how. She knew that if she tried to burn her way out, she'd die and so would the babies. She couldn't do that. She had tried escaping when Leon came over, but she had never succeeded.
She heard the sound of Leon's footsteps and she knew that she had to get out. She ran to the kitchen and she grabbed a dull butter knife. She knew that it was her only way out. She walked over to the wall and waited for Leon to come through the door. She heard him fidgeting with the remote to the door. She closed her eyes and licked her lips. She listened to her own heartbeat, readying herself to murder the man that had taken her away from Jason.
The heavy steel door began to slide open, and Leon started to step through. Before he got in, Faith gripped the dull knife tightly and plunged it into his chest. Leon screamed and fell back. Faith ran out of the apartment and she pulled the knife out of his chest. She didn't know what to do. She had to run. She didn't know where she was. She watched as Leon lay lifeless on the floor. She checked his pulse. He was dead and she was glad.
She immediately ran to the stairs. She hurried down and down and down until she couldn't find anymore stairs. She ran out into a brightly lit hotel lobby. She realized right away that she was in the United States. She didn't know where, but she knew she was in the country.
"Ma'am?" came a voice from behind. Faith looked to see a tall, well-muscled man walking toward her. He started to run for her and she knew he was one of Leon's men. She ran as fast as she could being heavily pregnant with twins. She wasn't quite sure how far along she was, but she figured she was damned near close to giving birth. She ran out into the streets and ran into an alley behind the building. She hid behind a dumpster as Leon's man ran past it. She ran in the opposite way and her feet pounded the ground so hard that her feet were throbbing. She immediately hailed a taxi. She got in, strapped herself inside, and looked up at the sky. It was evening and the sun was setting. Or was it rising? She couldn't be sure because she hadn't seen the light of day in six months.
"Where to, miss?"
"Where are we?" Faith asked. The driver looked at her with confusion.
"Los Angeles, miss," he replied.
"Take me to . . . to the nearest hospital," she said, feeling pain in her lower back. The man nodded and drove off for the hospital. "Do you have a cell phone?"
"Um . . . yeah," the man replied.
"Can I borrow it? I . . . I don't . . . I don't have any money." The woman looked distraught, but he felt sorry for her. He handed her his cell phone and she immediately dialed the penthouse. Nobody answered, so she dialed Carly's house. After two rings, eight-year-old Michael picked up.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Is your mommy or daddy there?"
"My daddy's here," he replied.
"Can I talk to him?"
"Who is this?"
"Please just put your mother on the phone." Faith heard a shuffling sound and then she heard Carly's wonderful voice.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Carly! It's Faith!" Faith exclaimed.
"Oh my God," Carly whispered.
"Carly! Please . . . are you there?"
"I'm here," Carly replied. "Oh my God. Is it really you?"
"It's me," Faith sobbed. "You've got to tell Jason I'm alright."
"Where in the hell have you been?!"
"I was kidnapped . . . I can't give you all the details. I'm in Los Angeles . . . and I'm going to the . . ." She paused for a moment. "What hospital?"
"St. Mary's," he replied.
"I'm going to St. Mary's Hospital in Los Angeles." Faith hung up and she gave the man his cell phone back. She prayed that Jason would be with her by the morning.
**
Carly's hand was still on the receiver of the phone. She was staring with shock when Sonny came up behind her.
"Hey honey," he said, putting his hand on the small of her back. Carly turned around, the bulge in her front nearly hitting Sonny. Sonny stepped back a little and put his hands on his wife's belly. "Who was on the phone?"
"Faith," she said quietly.
"What?" Sonny asked.
"I swear to God, that was Faith," Carly said with wide eyes. "She said she was going to St. Mary's Hospital in Los Angeles. I think we need to go. Sonny . . ."
"Look, I don't want you traveling in your sixth month," Sonny replied. "I'll go."
"We have to tell Jason," Carly said softly. Sonny shook his head.
"No. I don't want him getting his hopes up. He's been sitting in a jail cell for six months. I don't want any false hope."
"God, I can't believe this," Carly said, running her hand over her belly.
"I'll go. You think Bobbie can stay here for a couple of days while I'm gone?"
"I'll be alright with the kids. Michael and Cadence will help me out."
"Alright," Sonny replied. He pulled Carly into a kiss. "I love you."
"I love you too," Carly replied. Sonny kissed her forehead and headed upstairs to pack. Carly walked into the den and she sat down on the couch and put her hands on her belly. Six months ago, she had found out she was pregnant. She had had a very easy pregnancy so far and she was looking forward to getting it over with so the Corinthos family could continue to grow. She and Sonny had been married at the end of November and now it was April. The fourth time seemed to be the charm. Sonny wasn't bringing his business home at all. He was still a stay-at-home dad and he was keeping his "other business" away from home as well.
Sonny and Carly wanted to wait until the birth to find out what they were having, but they did know that they were having identical twins. Cadence and Michael had had their birthdays. They were eight now. Bianca had been over a couple of weeks ago to celebrate Miranda's first birthday. Things were changing and everything seemed to be going wonderfully. Carly had almost given up hope of ever seeing Faith again. But Faith was back and it was time for her to come home. Carly wondered if Faith was alright, but she was more concerned about what had happened to her.
"Mama," Morgan said as he toddled into the den.
"Hey Little Mo," she whispered. Morgan got up on the couch and leaned his head on Carly's belly.
"Hi baby," he whispered. Carly grinned as her son listened for the babies.
"Sweetie, I love you," Carly whispered.
"I wuv you, mama," Morgan replied. Sonny came back downstairs with Megan in his arms.
"Somebody wanted to see her mama," Sonny said. He put six-month-old Megan down on the couch. Megan looked just like her daddy. She had a natural light tan and she had dark brown hair. She was so beautiful and it was obvious that she was a Corinthos.
"Hi Meggy," Carly said with a grin.
"I'm heading out," Sonny said, kissing Carly gently. "You're going to be okay?"
"We'll be fine. Don't worry," Carly replied.
"Don't talk to Jason till we know for sure . . ."
"I won't," Carly replied. He kissed Carly again and he left. Michael and Cadence came into the room with Kristina and Stone following behind.
"There you are!" Cadence said.
"We were playing Hide-and-Seek and Morgan was supposed to find us," Michael said, rolling his eyes. "Where'd daddy go?"
"Daddy went out of town for a day or so," Carly replied. "Don't worry. He'll be home soon."
"Alright," Cadence replied. "Come on, Michael. I don't think Morgan wants to play." The kids left the room and Carly looked at Morgan.
"You don't want to play?"
"I wanna play wif you," Morgan replied with a giggle. Carly grinned from ear to ear.
"Well, I'm glad you wanna play with mommy. What do you want to play?" Morgan shrugged and Carly held Megan in her arms and Morgan leaned against her belly. "You know, Morgan, very soon, we're going to have two new babies in the family."
"Yeah," Morgan said. Carly looked at Megan.
"How do you feel about that, Meggy?" Carly asked. Megan grunted and giggled a little. Carly laughed and kissed her baby girl. "I love you all so much. Mommy loves all her babies." She closed her eyes and smiled, thinking about the new lives inside of her, and hoping that Faith was okay and that she was going to be able to be with her children too.
**
Hours later, Faith laid in her hospital bed with her newborn children in her arms. She was so exhausted. After all of the darkness that had been brought into her life, she finally had some light. Her newborn son and daughter were in her arms and they were both healthy and perfect. Jason Morgan Jr. came into the world weighing 6 lbs. 4 oz. Emily Morgan was born weighing 6 lbs. 2 oz. Both children were at healthy weights and they were absolutely perfect.
Faith couldn't take her eyes off of her children. She only wished that she would get to see Jason soon. She couldn't wait to be in his arms again. She was sad that he had missed the birth, but she was so excited that she had escaped. She had killed Leon Alcazar, and she would admit it in court, but she knew that she would get off because it was in self defense.
It wasn't even an hour after Jason Jr. and Emily were born that a detective came into Faith's room.
"Mrs. Morgan, I presume?" he asked.
"Yes," Faith said.
"A Leon Alcazar was found dead today."
"Yes," Faith replied with a nod.
"Do you know anything about it?"
"Yes. I . . ." she began, tears in her eyes. "I killed him. He kept me in that place for six months. I had to escape. It was the only way," Faith said with a sob. "He raped me and he . . . he said he was going to take away my kids."
"I promise that won't happen."
"Of course not. He's dead. I'm . . ."
"I'm not going to arrest you. This man has been on the wanted list for years. I wanted to ask you if you need anything."
"How about the last six months of my life back? How about my integrity? I just want my husband."
"We'll release your husband from jail and fly you home to meet him."
"Thank God," Faith whispered. "I can't wait to see him again. When can I see him?"
"I'll have my men call the Port Charles Police Department."
"Thank you so much," Faith sobbed. The detective left and Faith looked at her kids. "We're going home. We're going to go see daddy."
**
Jason sat in his jail cell like he did every day and night. He hadn't shaved in a week and his hair was about down to his shoulders. He was so angry with himself and with a lot of things. He just wanted Faith back. He wanted his wife and his children. What if he never saw them again?
It wasn't even three minutes later that Justus Ward and Ric Lansing came back. Ric unlocked the jail cell.
"Come on, Jason," Justus said.
"Another interrogation?" Jason asked bitterly? "It's been six fucking months. I don't have anything else to say."
"Jason . . ." Justus started.
"Just don't waste your time, Lansing."
"Jason . . . they found Faith."