Double Cross
Skye opened the front door of her Villa and made her way inside, she dropped her purse on the fainting couch and picked up the mail off the table beside it.
"Bill, bill, letter, bill, letter, catalog.........nothing as usual." She threw it back on the table and went down the hall and into living room. She walked over to the bar, picked up a glass and began putting ice in it, then preceded to fill it half full with scotch. Noticing the light on down the hall, she walked down and into Sonny's office.
"Johnny?" Skye called out.
There was no answer, so she walked over to the desk and sat down in Sonny's chair. She took a few sips of scotch before sitting the glass down, she flipped through his appointment book and through a file laying on top his desk, then she picked up the phone and hit the speed dial button.
Edward picked up the phone, "Hello?"
"Grandfather, it's Skye."
"Skye where are you?" Edward asked, concerned.
"I'm at home." she replied, taking a sip of her drink.
He didn't follow her, "Then why are you calling the den?"
"No, Grandfather." she laughed, "I'm at home in Italy."
"Why in God's name are you there?"
"Because this is where I live." Skye told him, "I some business to take care of."
"Oh." she heard him mumble.
"Where's Max?" she asked.
"He's watching TV." Edward informed her, "Max." He called, holding out the phone, "Your Mother's on the phone."
Max took the phone from his great-grandfather, "Hi, Mom."
"Hi, Honey, how was school today?"
"It was okay." He answered, "Where are you?"
"I'm at home." she told him, flipping through the file in front of her, "There are some things that I have to take care of, I'll be back in a few days."
"I want to go home too." Max confessed to his Mother, "Things are different here."
"I know they are. You'll be home soon." she promised.
Skye walked out of Sonny's office and headed for the back stairwell.
Max was silent for several seconds, "I made a new friend today."
"You did?" Skye asked, reaching the top of the stairs.
"Yeah, his name is Cory."
"See, you're making friends already." she said, trying to soothe him, "Did Zach like school?"
"Yeah, he got to play outside today. I wish I was in the second grade like him, I have way too much homework."
"Well, look at it this way, one day he'll be in the fifth grade and have to do the exact same thing." She replied as she opened her bedroom door.
"Yeah, I guess it's only fair." Max added.
"Skye looked over at the bed and noticed that someone was in it, she walked over to the edge, "Sonny?"
"Max, honey, I'm going to have to call you back." Skye whispered, "I love you."
"I love you too Mom, bye."
"Bye." She turned the phone off and placed it on the bench at the end of the bed, "Sonny?" She moved closer to him, "Sonny?"
"Yeah?" He mumbled, half asleep.
She placed her hand on his shoulder and moved him toward her, "Sonny, wake up."
When his body turned over, she realized that he wasn't alone, she jerked her hand off of him and took a step back in horror. "Oh, my God." she gasped.
Sonny opened his eyes to find Skye standing near the bed, "Skye." He called, "What are you doing here?"
She just looked at him, unable to speak.
"Skye."
"I'm sorry I interrupted you." she told him when she finally found her voice, "I'm just came to get my things."
Faith was awoken by the sound of voices, she leaned up on her elbows, "What's going on here?"
"Nothing." Skye replied, turning completely pale. "I was just leaving." She turned to leave but then spun around, "I hope you were gentle with her Sonny, she was just recently shot." she added bitterly.
She practically ran out of the bedroom, down the main stairs and into the parlor, "Johnny." She screamed, "I need to get to the airport." Skye grabbed her purse off the couch and headed for the door with Johnny only a few steps behind her.
Five minutes later Skye was boarding her private plane, where she remained silent the entire time. She just sat there. Slinging back drink after drink trying to wash away the mental image of Sonny and Faith, but no matter how hard she tried they kept flashing in front of her.
When the plane finally landed in Port Charles Skye slowly made her way off and into the awaiting limo which took her directly to the Quartermaine's. Reginald opened the door and even offered to get her bags but she just walked past him, dazed.
"Skye?" Carly called, reaching the bottom of the stairs. "Skye?" She called again. She knew something was wrong, but Skye's back was to her and she couldn't read her expression. She took her hand and led her into the living room, shutting the door promptly behind her.
"Are you all right?"
Skye turned to face Carly, she bit her lip, thinking she could suppress her cries, but it was too late, she burst out into loud sobs as tears glided easily down her cheeks. Carly wrapped her arms around her, knowing that the best thing to do was let her cry, she gently rubbed Skye's back trying to soothe her.
"It's over." Skye cried, desperately, "My life is over."
"What happened?" Carly asked. "Whatever it is, I think you've had entirely too much to drink." she observed.
She pulled out of Carly's embrace and walked toward the couch, where Carly followed her. She sat down, she was trying to bring herself to explain what she saw.
Carly sat down beside her and took her hand, "Skye, what is it?"
"Sonny." she mumbled.
"Is there something wrong with him?"
Skye shook her head, "I went to the Villa and he was there." she slurred.
"He's out of prison?"
"Yeah." Skye told her, "I didn't know he was there."
"Did he catch you doing something?"
"No." Skye sobbed, "He was in bed." There was a long pause before she added, "With Faith."
Carly didn't know what to say, "Why?" was the only thing she could think of.
"I don't know." Skye said, wiping her eyes, "But they were together and he didn't even try to explain what was going on. He had his arms wrapped around her." Skye recalled, "In our bed." She covered her face with her hands, her crying was uncontrollable.
Carly moved Skye's hands away from her face, "Hey." She moved closer to her, wrapping her arms around Skye, she stroked her hair softly, "Just let it all out."
"How can he do this to me?" Skye asked, "How can our marriage and our children mean so little that he would throw it all away on that nasty psycho slut Faith?"
"Maybe she drugged him." Carly suggested, "Faith always plays dirty."
Skye nodded, "That's true." she admitted, "I just don't understand him being passive like this."
Carly wiped away a few of her fallen tears, "Did you talk to Sonny at all?"
"He asked me what I was doing there." Skye told her, "I was on the phone with Max when I realized that Sonny was there and I hung up, but when I walked over to the bed, I saw that he wasn't alone."
"Do you think that maybe Faith told him about what we were up to?"
"No." She sniffled, "If she had, he would have came here and we would have had it out. I don't know, maybe he's been seeing her for years and I was just too stupid to figure it out."
"You know that he hasn't been." Carly said, trying to assure her.
"I think that it would just be easier to accept if they had this ongoing affair." Skye could still the image of them lying together in bed, "I think I'm going to be sick." She announced as she got up off the couch and headed to the bathroom.
Carly was standing outside the bathroom door, she glanced up at the clock in the hall. Skye had been in there for fifteen minutes now. She lightly knocked on the door with her knuckles, "Skye, are you all right?"
There was no answer. "Skye?" she called again. Still, there was nothing. She placed her hand on the knob and slowly turned it, pushing it open. "Skye." Carly said in a faint whisper as she lowered herself to the cold tiled floor where Skye was laying. "Monica." she screamed, "Monica."
Carly brushed the hair back out of Skye's face, "I'm so sorry you seen them together."
Monica came through the bathroom door, "Carly is something.........." she trailed off when she saw Skye laying across the floor, she knelt down beside her and felt her neck for a pulse. "It's a little tacky." she observed, "What happened?"
"She was upset, she said she felt sick." Carly explained to her mother-in-law.
"She's been drinking." Monica concluded. "Can you get me a cold cloth?"
"Sure."
Monica pulled her daughter up, placing Skye's head in her lap, Carly handed her the washcloth which she placed over Skye's forehead, "She's going to be just fine, just give her a few minutes."
Carly nodded, "I'm going to check on the kids." she said as she walked out of the bathroom.
Monica brushed some of Skye's hair back, "Skye." she said softly, "Skye."
Her eyes began to flutter, "Mom." she answered faintly.
"Are you okay?" Monica asked, "What happened?"
"I just felt sick." Skye admitted, looking up at her Mother.
"I think you should go upstairs and get some rest." she suggested, "Do you think you can walk?"
"Yeah." she replied, pulling herself up, "I'll be fine."
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Sonny rolled off of Faith and onto his back, struggling to catch his breath. She propped herself up on her elbow so that she was eye to eye with him, "Feel better?" she asked, trying to catch her breath.
"Shut up Faith." Sonny demanded.
"That isn't very nice....." Faith began, "After I was kind enough to come here and tell you what your wife was up to. You're not upset that she saw us are you? Because if you are then just tell me and I'll leave."
"I don't want you to leave." he said, with hardly any conviction behind his voice.
"You heard her yourself Sonny." she whispered, "You know she shot me, you seen the scars. I caught her with Detective Duncan on the docks and return I almost get killed. I must admit she's very determined. Nobody's going to stand in her way."
"What exactly did you see that night?" Sonny asked.
Faith moved back a little and look up into his face, "I saw Skye standing on the docks, she looked like she was waiting on someone. Then a few minutes later, the Detective shows up, they talk for a few minutes and then all of the sudden he pushes her up against the wall and they're all over each other. Right there on the docks, where anyone could have seen them."
"That's all I needed to know."
Faith moved off of Sonny and onto her back.
Sonny laid there for a few minutes in silence and then threw the blankets back and got out of bed.
"Where are you going?" Faith asked.
He pulled his pants on, "I have to go take care of something."
"You mean you're running after Skye."
"No." he told her firmly, "This is business."
After Sonny left, Faith picked up the phone off the night stand and dialed Skye's cell phone number. After six rings she finally heard, "Hello?"
"Well, well, home already?" she taunted, "You get around fast."
"What do you want Faith?" she asked, not being able to control the anger in her voice.
"What makes you think I want anything?" Faith snickered, "I've gotten everything I wanted."
"You wanted Sonny." Skye stated rather than questioned.
"No." she responded, "I've had Sonny for a while now. And if you weren't so busy with Skye Blue Designs and your little brats you would have noticed that we've been seeing each other for years."
"You're lying."
"People accuse me of that a lot." Faith noted, "Sonny's been seeing me behind your back ever since you popped out carpet monster number three, rather you chose to believe it or not is completely up to you." she said, her voice trailing off.
"Then why did you agree to help me get Sonny and Jason out of the business?" Skye questioned, "Because you had to have a motive?"
"You're right." she agreed, "I did. I wanted you dead and out of the way so that Sonny and I could live happily ever after together and I wouldn't even have to ruin my figure to give him children because we would already have yours."
"The gunshot wound wasn't an accident." Skye concluded.
Faith got up out of the bed and walked over to the dressing room, "Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner." She retorted, "You get a prize."
"Well, it certainly makes a lot of sense, I knew that you were too quick to help me out."
Faith browsed through the dresses on the rack and pulled off a short, elegant, rose colored number, she held it against her in the mirror. "So the question remains, what are you going to do now?" Pink could be my color she thought to herself before placing it back on the rack and pulling off a long, black, satin dress with slits up both sides and a plunging neckline. This was her style.
"I'm going to divorce Sonny, the paperwork's already been filed and then I'm coming after you, because you are the last person in the entire free world that I would want raising my children." Skye threatened. "The next time we cross paths, you're going to be sorry."
"Why?" Faith laughed, "What are you going to do Skye? Shoot me again?"
"I'm going to strangle you with my bare hands and then feed you to the lions at the Port Charles Zoo, although one bite out of you and I'm sure they would die of poisoning." Skye told her bitterly. "Or I could just turn you over to the FBI and they could give me some type of reward."
Skye struck a nerve, ticking Faith off, "You're just a whining mob moll who's in way over her head and is in for a very rude awakening."
"Just because you're sleeping with my husband doesn't mean anything."
"Really?" Faith taunted, "Isn't this where you started out Skye? As Sonny's mistress until his wife got blown up in a car bombing. What do you think your loving husband's going to do to get you out of the way?"
"Sonny wasn't responsible for Lily's death." Skye shot back, "And he would never do anything to hurt me. I'm the Mother of his children."
"He would never do anything to hurt you?" she questioned. "So being with me doesn't hurt you?"
Skye sighed, "Goodbye Faith." she turned her phone off and laid it back down on the vanity.
Faith smiled, she had Skye right where she wanted her. She threw the phone down on the chaise and slipped the black dress on. She eyed herself in the mirror for the longest time, before going and sitting down at Skye's vanity, she picked up the picture off the side of the vanity. It was of Sonny, Skye and their children and looked at it for several long seconds before putting it back on the vanity face down.
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Tracy could hear Skye crying from down the hall, instead of heading for her original destination she walked further down the hall, lightly tapping on Skye's door before walking in and closing the door tightly behind her. Skye was curled up on the bed, sobbing hysterically.
She stood still for a few seconds, trying to decide how to handle the situation at hand before approaching her niece. She walked over and sat down on the bed next to her, Skye's back was too her so she placed her hand on her shoulder.
"Tracy." she sobbed out, "I'm not in the mood to fight with you."
"Don't be ridiculous." Tracy told her, "I'm not here to fight, even though I love to spar with you."
"That's comforting." she shot back.
"You love it too." Tracy added. "What's wrong?"
"You wouldn't understand."
Tracy was now curious about what Skye had gotten herself into. "Why don't you tell me and I'll decide?"
She was silent.
"Skye, I know that we're not that close, but we're still family." Tracy reminded her, "Unless you would be more comfortable telling Monica."
Skye rolled over so that she could see Tracy, "I went home to Italy and I found Sonny in bed with Faith Roscoe." she explained as tears rolled down her cheeks, "Now I've lost everything."
Tracy brushed Skye's hair back away from her face, "I'm sorry." she told her, "But you haven't lost everything, you don't need a man to complete you."
"You don't understand." she cried out.
"You're right. I don't." Tracy admitted, "So explain."
"I shot Faith." she said, much louder than she should have.
Tracy was taken aback, "That night on the pier." she concluded.
Skye sniffled, "Faith and I were working together to get Sonny and Jason out of the Mob and I decided to turn on her."
"So, for the past few months you've been playing Mob boss?"
Skye nodded.
"Why didn't you come to me?" she asked, "I ran Gino's territory for a long time. I was the 'Godmother' for crying out loud."
"It doesn't matter now. I've made a mess out of everything." she confessed, "Sonny's with Faith and she's going to tell him everything if she hasn't already."
"There's a way around that.......have Faith killed."
"Weren't you listening?" Skye asked annoyed, "I tried that, it didn't work."
Tracy shook her head, "Maybe you weren't really trying to kill her."
"Oh, no, I was definitely trying to kill her."
"Then you must have really bad aim." Tracy told her. "Because she should have died when you shot her on the docks. Faith being alive creates a whole new series of complications for you. You have no other choice but to kill her."
"I don't know if I bring myself to fire a gun ever again." she confessed. "Besides what would be my motive?"
"You know what they say, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." Tracy told her, "Just think things out before you make any rash decisions and if you need me, I can pull some strings to help you out."
"Thanks, Aunt Tracy."
"You're welcome." she said with a smile, "Now, is there anything else I can do for you?"
"Actually....." Skye began, "I promised Zach and Antonio that I would read them a bedtime story, could you read to them for me?"
"Ummm.....sure, I think I can handle that."
Tracy left Skye's room and made her way down the hall into another bedroom, she shut the door behind her. "Okay, time to put your toys away."
"Why?" Antonio asked, working the remote control of his car so it would run over Tracy's designer shoes.
"Because I said so." she answered as she bent down and removed the toy car away from her.
"You can't tell us what to do, you're not our Mom." Zach said, continuing to play with his action figures.
"No, but your Mommy asked me if I would come and read you your bedtime story." Tracy explained, "And we don't want to upset Mommy, do we?"
"No....Aunt Tracy." Zach answered as he and Antonio began picking up their toys. Tracy picked out a story book of the shelf and laid it on the night stand, waiting for them to finish.
Zach took a running start and flew onto the bed. Antonio attempted to do the exact same things before Tracy grabbed him by the waist and placed him on the bed, "You shouldn't run in the house." she told them as she sat on the edge of the bed beside them. "What do you want me to read? Cinderella?"
"No." Antonio answered quickly, "Mommy doesn't read that junk to us."
"Junk?"
"Yes, there's no such thing as fairytales." Zach informed her.
"Then what does she read you?"
Antonio flipped through the book and stopped on page 13.
"The three little pigs." Tracy read, she sighed, this time she had taken on more than she could handle. After reading the story five or six times she discovered she was in quite the predicament, somehow she ended up being stuck in between two sleeping children.
Monica entered the room, "How sweet Tracy, were you pretending to be the evil witch?"
"No, that would be where you come in."
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Early the next morning Faith made her way into her house, closing and locking the door behind her. She threw her coat and purse over the chair and then walked over to the book shelf, she opened the door and pressed the little button, opening the door to the panic room. After the door was completely open she made her way inside.
She gasped in disbelief, "What the hell is going on here?" she kicked the cot where Zander was laying, causing him to blot up in alarm.
"What the hell happened Zander?" she asked completely pissed off.
He rubbed his face, "I brought Carly here like you asked." he told her. "She knocked me out with Sage's dinner tray and then they must have chained me up before they left."
"You idiot." she screamed. "How could you let this happen?"
"I didn't.....I..." he tried to explain before she cut him off.
"Shut up." Faith shouted. "Just keep your mouth shut. I have to fix this."
"How are you going to do that?"
"I don't know." she mumbled,. "Sage is safe, she's probably with the Quartermaines, which means that Skye knows that I took her. Dammit." she swore. "Carly and Skye are going to come after me. Lorenzo's going to come after me and it's going to be all your fault!"
Zander opened his mouth to defend himself and his actions but Faith wasn't having any of it. She marched back out of the Panic Room, grabbed the gun out of her purse and stepped back in the door way. She fired three shots and then walked over to the bookcase and shut the door to the Panic Room.
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Skye walked down the Elm Street Pier and then into one of Sonny's warehouses. She walked every so slowly around the maze of crates, they were filled with coffee or so she was told, but she really had no reason to doubt Sonny business actions. Besides the aroma from the coffee beans filled the damp air.
Patiently she waited and wondered why she was called to Sonny's warehouse of all places. When she looked up, she was shocked to see Sonny walking around the corner.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I was the one that wanted to meet you."
Skye lowered her head, "I've got nothing to say to you."
"No...." he started, "But, I've got plenty to say to you."
She propped herself up against the crate behind her, "Go ahead Sonny, if you think that I'm entitled to an explanation about your relationship with Faith."
He was silent.
"So, you're not going to deny it." Skye accused.
"How can I?" he asked her. "You were there, you seen us together."
"I deserve better than that Sonny."
"What do you want?" he yelled, "Details?"
"No, I just want to know why." she yelled back, "Why of all people in the world did you have to get in bed with Faith Roscoe?"
"She was there. She was convenient. She was easy."
"No." Skye yelled again. "You don't get off that easily, I get an answer that isn't so simple."
"That's the only answer I've got."
Skye shook her head, "I can't believe you. I can't that after almost eleven years of marriage that you would do this to me and to our children."
"This isn't about our children. This is about you and me."
"And Faith." she added.
"What, did you not contribute at all to what's going on here?" he asked.
Skye stepped closer to him, "I didn't do a damn thing Sonny and you know it."
"That's right Skye, you're always the victim, you never do anything wrong."
"I may not always be the victim but I am this time." she insisted. "I did nothing, I gave you no ammunition for you to go and crawl in bed with Faith."
"If that's the way you see it..........." he trailed off.
"Stop talking in circles." she screamed, "I just want to know why our marriage wasn't enough for you?"
"Me?" He questioned, loudly, "You're the one who said that you were filing for divorce, Skye. You have no right to be mad at me for anything that happens from now on out. I'll sleep with who ever I want to."
"Did you ever stop to think that maybe I changed my mind?" she asked. Skye just looked at him, he was expressionless, "You didn't care did you Sonny? You didn't consider me at all, only yourself, just typical Sonny being selfish, isn't that right?" she questioned, "The almighty Sonny Corinthos, he never does anything wrong."
"Are you through?"
"Does it even matter to you if I am or not?" she asked him. "You've already got what you wanted, you've got Faith Roscoe and now the two of you get to live happily ever after." she shouted, "Let me be the first to congratulate you."
Sonny was silent while his wife was ranting and raving about Faith. He planned to let her continue and then he was going ask her about that cop she had been going to behind his back.
"Just tell me this." she said, calmly, "Was Faith good Sonny? Did you enjoying screwing her in our marriage bed?"
"Yes." He answered bitterly. Before he could say any more he felt the back of her hand as it connected with the left side of his face.
"You son of a bitch." she mumbled, "How can you stand there so smug and arrogant after what you've done to me."
Sonny rubbed his jaw, "What's wrong Skye, didn't you want me to answer the question?" he asked her. "Do you think that I'm really that naive? You're standing here yelling at me about Faith when you're the one that wanted to file for divorce."
"I didn't think I had any other choice." she told him, "But I was willing to take responsibility for my actions. You didn't even question my actions. It's almost as if you were waiting for an opportunity to present itself. You couldn't wait to bring her into our home and put her in my place."
"You're the one who started this whole thing when you told me that you were filing for divorce."
"That's right Sonny, don't be a man, just blame it all on me." she ranted, "Because that's what you do best."
There were several long seconds of silence.
"I don't even know you anymore." she said, regretfully, pushing her hair back out of her face. "Things have changed. I don't know when or why but they've changed."
"You're the one who wanted things to change."
"Stop blaming everything on me." she shouted, "You're not even trying to defend yourself."
"Why should I?" he shouted back, "Would it even matter if I did?"
"I hate you right now." she breathed out.
"You hate me?" he questioned.
"Yes." she said, angrily, "I hate you. I hate that I found you in bed with that whore."
Sonny pulled his gun out of his jacket and held it out to her. "Take it." he commanded, "Take the gun."
She grabbed it out of his open hand, just like he had asked.
He took a few steps back, putting a good six feet between, he held out his arms, "You hate me?" he asked. "Then kill me."
She was motionless.
"What are you waiting on?" he yelled, "Kill me. You have enough reason. I had sex with Faith in our bed. More than once." he added. "I betrayed you."
She was still silent.
"What do you want to hear Skye?" he continued to yell. "That Faith and I have been sleeping together for a long time now. That she's my mistress. That I love her and not you? Come on, Skye, pull the trigger. You've done it before." he mocked, "You tried to kill Faith, did you really think that I wasn't going to find out?"
She raised the gun in front of her. Her mind flashed back to the night on the pier with Faith. Tears fell rapidly down her cheeks. She had enough of him and Faith. Every time she closed her eyes she seen them together. She wanted to erase the image out of her mind, permanently, she raised her eyes even with his and fired the gun.
TBC.......
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