Finding Courtney

Chapter 13: I Have a Sister

No matter how far away, I will always love you…

Jason, almost mechanically, walked into Sonny's penthouse. He stood, waiting for him to come down stairs. He did, and had a strange look on his face. "Hey man, what's up with you?" he asked, not changing the emotionless look the seemed to have a permanent home on his face. Sonny smiled then, kind of out of excitement, and some out of nerves from what Jason could see. "Mike called me today and gave me some news." He said. Jason nodded wishing that he would just get on with it. "He told me that he fathered another child with someone else." Sonny said. Jason was surprised. "Wow, that's pretty big! What's her name?" he asked. "Courtney." Sonny replied. Jason's head jerked up. He knew it wasn't her but just hearing her name out loud stirred up feelings in him. His eyes glazed over and he nodded as usual. "That's a beautiful name. Do you know where she is or anything?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm going to go see her and probably bring her back with me. She's in Brooklyn. I'm leaving tomorrow at 6:00 AM. I'll be gone for a day. Can you handle things by yourself?" Sonny asked. Jason nodded again and went to his apartment. He laid on his couch, staring at the ceiling for about 20 minutes and then decided to go down to the pier. He walked down there, looking around tried to ignore Elizabeth watching him through the window at Kelly's until he reached his destination. He sat down, well practically collapsed, on the bench. He was still trying to avoid really thinking about her so he thought about how it was getting warmer and that spring was approaching. He breathed out heavily and noticed that he could no longer see his breath. Then he just closed his eyes and gave in. The memories came flooding back and as they played he thought of the song "With Or Without You" by U2. The tears stung his eye but he swallowed hard to keep them from escaping his eyes. He just hoped that someday things would look up. That something would happen to just make him feel good. Well, just feel better. He was just so sick of hurting. Maybe he would find his Courtney. Maybe someone else would take the pain away. He laughed in spite. There was no way that would happen. He would always wait for Courtney, his one true love. Even if he never found her, he couldn't make himself move on. He hoped that she had regained her memory and had found herself. "Jason?" he heard from behind him. He jumped and turned around quickly. It was Carly. "Oh, uh hi how are you?" he said. She looked at him with concern and sat next to him. Looking into his face she put her hand on his shoulder. "I'm just fine, but I'm worried about you. Babe, you've always tried to distance your self but you seem so much more depressed and distant lately. What's the matter?" she asked. He looked to the ground and fought the tears even harder than he had been. "I don't know if I can talk about it without crying." He said, voice cracking more than once. "Oh sweetie." She said pulling him into as hug. He wrapped his arms around her and seemed to be a vulnerable little kid. He laid his head on her shoulder and just let her hold him. He was so glad that she came to help him. She couldn't cure it obviously, but he just needed someone who cared about him. He barely remembered how he got home. He just kind of was there. He went to the refrigerator. He dug way into the back where he'd hidden a couple of beers. He knew that he had alcoholic tendencies but he needed it to sooth himself right then. He practically swallowed all the contents of the bottle in one gulp. Then he did it with another. And another. And another. He threw out the bottles and said that he was done. And he told himself that he was just going on a walk to the park but he knew where he was going. He entered Jake's bar. He sat on the barstool and while waiting ate a couple olives. The bartender asked him what he wanted. He asked for a shot of tequila. He slammed it and asked for more. He repeated this process for awhile then asked for some Vodka twisters. He drank two whole bottles. By this time he was so drunk he couldn't see straight. The guy asked him to pay the bill and he grabbed all the money he had and threw it at him. He stumbled out the door and looked around. The blinding light hurt his head. He couldn't quite remember where he was. He just started randomly walking, if you could call it that. He ended up somehow passed out next to a dumpster behind Kelly's. About three hours later he woke up. He was moving. He blinked hard and looked around. He went to rub his eyes but his hands were tied together. He blinked hard again and a face came into view. It was Faith Roscoe. "What the hell?" he said in a deeper than usual slurred way. "Good morning sunshine." She said sarcastically. His hand and legs were tied together and he was in the back of a limo. "Where are you taking me?" he asked drowsily. "Oh, you'll see." She said with that false cheer in her voice. He knew that it wasn't worth fighting, and even if he wanted to he couldn't right then. He shut his eyes, trying to make the pain in his head go away. He soon felt the limo jerk to a stop. Before he knew what was happening three big guys in suits were dragging him out of the vehicle and threw him in the cabin. A conversation ran through his head that kind of made him laugh. "I'll be gone for a day, can you handle things by yourself?" He landed on the ground with a thud that knocked the wind out of him and made him cough. Faith came over and sat him up against a table. "Okay Blue, here's the deal I saw Sonny getting on a plane to Brooklyn this morning. Mind telling me what he was doing?" she said. He hated it when she called him Blue. "You wanna give me a reason why I should tell you?" he asked. "Okay, I'll give you three!" she said mockingly. She pulled out a gun and counted out loud as she put three bullets into. She pressed it to his head. "Those reasons good enough for you?" she said sarcastically. "What's the big deal about him going to Brooklyn?" Jason asked, not even phased by the fact there was a gun pressed to his temple. "Oh, I think you know." She said. "Well why don't you tell me so I can make sure we're on the same page." He said with the same mockery and sarcasm that she always used on him. She giggled in her strange little way. "Oh yeah, I bet you wouldn't know a thing about a bomb or Sonny's little sister. Hell, you probably talked him into going and saving her, you always try to play the fucking hero don't ya?" she said. "You caught me." He said jokingly. It's amazing what you can find out with a little sarcasm. "Okay then, you are gonna get out your cell phone, then you are going to call Sonny and tell him that he needs to come back now and leave Courtney there. This will go as planned or it's your head!" she said with anger. Jason nodded and as she loosened his restraints a little bit he got out his cell phone and hit speed dial two. (Speed dial one was Courtney's no longer in service number)

"Hello?" Sonny's voice came through the earpiece.

"Hey, it's Jason" he said. He decided to use their code so he would know what was wrong.

"What do you need?" Sonny asked.

"Well, I think you need to come home, Carly is in the hospital and she's been asking for you." He said

"Faith is standing right there isn't she" Sonny asked

"Yes. Don't bring Courtney either, Carly said that she wouldn't want to make her feel uncomfortable" he answered nonchalantly.

"Okay, so faith has you calling me, me and Courtney are in danger so we need to leave right now?" Sonny asked for confirmation.

"Yeah that's right, I'll see ya later," he said as they hung up.

Faith untied him He stood up, still a little woozy and shaky. He left and when he got home he took some Advil and Morning Relief Alka-Seltzer. He hoped that he wouldn't have a massive hangover. He went up to his room and collapsed on the bed. It had been one long day. He was hoping that Sonny and his sister would be okay. He closed his eyes, not to move for 6 more hours.