Sonny stared at the door blankly for a few seconds. Suddenly he grabbed the door open. "Oh yeah, well maybe you shouldn't come back!" He screamed at the closing elevator doors. He sighed, that was exactly what he didn't want to happen. He walked back inside and slammed the door. He was still holding his glass of water but didn't notice until it shattered in his hand. He looked down at the glass and blood on the floor and shook his head. He went into the kitchen to clean up his hand when he noticed that the dinner he had prepared was still on the stove. He glared at it, as if blaming everything on the food. Another wave of anger hit him and the next thing he knew, he was whipping the pot at the window. Glass went everywhere but he didn't care. He went back into the living room and sat on the couch. He knew he should clean up all the glass but all he could think about was Carly. He knew that she was right, he had overreacted, and he had been a hypocrite. He could understand why she was angry with him; he was just surprised that she hadn't snapped earlier. He knew all of this, yet he was sitting alone amongst broken glass. If only he could admit to her what he could admit to himself. "How could I be so stupid?" He asked himself. "Especially when the stress is so bad for the baby."
Not sure why but he started laughing. None of what was happening was funny but he couldn't stop. That's how he was when Jason found him.
"Sonny?" He asked.
Sonny turned around to see Jason looking at him with a look of concern clearly readable on his face.
"What happened? I was on my way home when this came flying at me." Jason said, holding up an empty but very battered pot. "From your window."
He looked up at the pot and took it into his own hands. He fingered the dents and smiled.
"Sonny?" Jason presses, it was very evident that he was scared for his friend.
Sonny looked up and started laughing. "I had an accident."
"Well that much is evident," He glanced curiously at Sonny's bleeding hand.
When he got no answer, he looked at the stairs. "Where's Carly?" He was worried that she would encounter Sonny like this.
"She left."
"Left? Where did she go?"
"I don't know and I don't think she did either. She's not sure when she'll be back either." He said, his laughter dying down only to a few chuckles.
"Sonny, snap out of it? What the hell happened?" Jason was getting extremely worried. Sonny was flipping out and Carly was nowhere to be found.
"She left." Sonny said, standing up. The laughter was completely gone and his anger was back.
"Why did she leave?"
"We had an argument and she left. It's all my fault Jason."
"Just tell me what happened."
"She saved Alcazar and I guess I finally pushed her too far. She was right, everything she said was right."
"Do you have any idea of where she is?" He asked.
Sonny shook his head and sighed. "You have to go find her Jason, please. I don't want her out wandering the streets when she's this upset."
"Of course, will you be okay alone?"
He nodded and smiled. "Thanks."
Jason looked at him quizzically. "For what?"
"Just for being here."
"Your welcome."
He closed the door and for the second time that night, Sonny was left alone.