Golden Child
Chapter Ten
I pondered what to say to Sonny—my dad—as he was extremely apprehensive. "Um… you know what Jason said, about the Roscoe guy? Who is he?"
He exhaled, apparently quite irritated. "Have you heard of Faith Roscoe?"
The name sounded really familiar. "Yeah…"
"It's her son. Didn't know she had one until a few years ago… but I've never seen him. Supposedly he's a huge mob boss in some other city that wants to take over my territory." And then, he blanched. "Uh… forget the part about being a mob boss."
I shrugged. "That's okay. I already know. Come on, why else would Jason be constantly running around?"
"You're a smart one, you know that," Sonny complimented me. Then…
"I hope Carly's okay," I said, after a few moments of silence.
Sonny nodded. "I hope she is too. A car accident…" He shook his head. "I hate this, having my family in trouble so much. Don't get involved with the mob."
I laughed. "Okay." But inside, I thought to myself, Too late. I didn't choose who my biological father was.
"You know, judging from the impression that I got from you and Carly, I would think that you would be over there instead of here," I told him.
"Well, you have a pretty good judgment of my personality," Sonny admitted. "But everyone at the hospital seems to think that I do more harm than good whenever I'm there."
I cocked my head, resting it on my left hand, and looked at him, intrigued. "Why is that?"
"Patients get nervous. It's always because of me that Carly's in there… for some reason or other… people figured that the least I could do is just stay away so that she can rest peacefully. I don't understand that. She's my wife, you know?"
I nodded. "Yeah. It must be hard, wanting to be by her side, but not being able to. Were you able to be in there before? I mean… you have Bella, so you must have had to have been in the hospital when she was born," I reasoned, more to myself than to him.
Shrugging, he replied, "Yeah, but even then, I wasn't allowed to stay for long."
"That's not right!" I exclaimed, with more force than I intended to. "Why do they discriminated against you? You're a human just like everyone else."
"Oh well, what's done is done. I get paranoid in hospitals, anyway." Sonny mused in silence, then asked me, "So, what are you doing here?"
My mouth conveniently decided to fail me at that precise moment. "I… uh… I came to talk to Jason."
Sonny nodded; it seemed to be a good enough explanation for him. "You and Jason seem to be close, even though I don't see you all the time."
"Yeah, after my official 'exit' from the Quartermaines, he understood me a lot better than any of them did. Considering he kind of went through the same thing."
"Official 'exit?'" he asked, a questioning look on his face.
I nodded. "Yeah, they kicked me out because they found out that…" I stopped when I realized I'd be letting out my secret.
"Found what out?"
"Uh… that I did something they didn't like," I covered lamely. I knew he could see right through that because Sonny said, "People in that family do things that the others don't like all the time. What was so special about your case?"
"Actually, I didn't do anything. First of all, I found out who my biological mother was," I explained.
"You mean you didn't know that Alexis was your birth mother?" Sonny asked, incredulously.
"Wait… you did?" I asked. Then I thought to myself, What a stupid question. Sonny's my father. He must have known that Alexis—my mom—was pregnant, if not the fact that he's my dad.
"Yes." That was all he would say about the subject.
"Well, anyway, I found that out, and then they found out something else, and freaked out, and sent me packing."
Sonny looked a little troubled by this news. "So where are you staying now?"
"In the trailer park about a quarter-mile out of town," I explained.
"All by yourself?" he asked, showing signs of parental concern.
"Nope. Loren Spencer took me in as a roommate. He's pretty cool, that guy."
My father nodded. "Ran across him a few times in my life. Not a bad kid. I feel sorry for him, though, after all he's been through."
"Yeah, he's had a hard life," I agreed.
We sat there in reflective silence for a few moments, and then he asked, "What was that something else that they kicked you out for?"
I gulped. I knew it was coming. "Well… it kind of has to do with who I am."
Sonny just looked at me, and I continued, trying to stall for as long as possible. "I, uh… the people who raised me aren't my parents."
"Yeah, Alexis is your mother. You have Cassadine blood running through you more than Quartermaine blood."
"Well…" I exhaled. There was no easy way to say what I had to say. "I don't have any Quartermaine blood running through me. None whatsoever."
I saw the questioning look on his face, and I knew he was going to ask about it, but before he could, the door burst open, and we both jumped and looked at the offending sound. It was Jason, breathing heavily. "Look who I found lurking outside."
He had a firm grip on a woman, probably in her early thirties, with long, dark hair. Sonny's eyes narrowed. "What are you doing here?"
"What did you do with my husband?" she asked, just as icily.
"Roscoe? We don't know where he is. Last we heard, he ran over my wife!" Sonny countered, putting major emphasis on the words "my wife."
"Well, he's nowhere to be found. Stupid moron, probably got himself killed in the process." She huffed. "Well anyway, I'm going now."
"Hey, hey, not so fast," Jason said, after the woman repeatedly tried to tug herself free from Jason's grasp, but to no avail. "Sage, how did you get in here?"
"Your dim-witted bodyguard let me in," the woman—I guess her name was Sage—smirked. Jason shook his head. "We can see right through you, Sage. Now I'm only going to ask you one more time. How did you get in?"
"Why should it matter? All you know is that someone penetrated your defenses, and you're upset about it. Now, I must be off to collect my husband before he does something stupid. What a waste of time." With one last tug, she forcefully pulled her arm out and left. Jason rolled his eyes. "Marco and Benny are nowhere to be found."
Sonny shook his head. "I don't know what they want—I've held up all my ends of all deals."
"You know what it is? I think they think you're getting old," Jason said, and the two of them looked at each other, and then laughed heartily. Then Jason turned to me. "Sorry you had to see that."
I shrugged. "Don't worry, I've seen much worse in the Quartermaine mansion."
Jason nodded his head in consent. "I have to agree with you on that one."
"Speaking of Quartermaines… what did you mean by the fact that you have no Quartermaine blood in you?" Sonny asked. My eyes darted to Jason's. "What exactly did you tell him?" Jason asked.
"Wait, wait, what is all of this all about? What are you not telling me?" Sonny demanded.
"Well, remember I told you I came to talk to Jason?" I reminded him. He nodded.
"I had to talk to him about something that concerns you, but I didn't know how to tell you, so I decided to talk to him first, and that he would help me."
"So he doesn't know yet," Jason deduced. I nodded.
"What don't I know? This is so frustrating," Sonny growled. "Tell me!"
"Okay, fine. Sit down first." He obeyed and I took a deep breath to calm my zinging nerves. Jason put a hand on my shoulder to help as well. "Um… there is no easy way to say this, but…" I stopped and took another deep breath, then let my secret out.
"Sonny… you're my dad."
Sorry for the brevity of that chapter. (Ha, big word! Brevity! Do you all know what that means? It's a fancy way of saying "length." =D) But I wanted to get it out as soon as possible for all y'all. =D
It's what you've all been waiting for… but now it's a cliffie!!! Hehehe… I'll try not to keep you guys waiting for too long, but I can't promise anything. However, Thanksgiving is coming soon. That'll give me a bit of time to write. =D
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