Welcome to Sweet Dreams, the second part of Sweet Revenge. This story will focus on Emily and someone unexpected. There will be sporadic Liason updates throughout this story, but Emily will be the main character. Sit back and enjoy, and when you're through tickle good ol' Herman down there and let me know what you think.
The dark swirling water mesmerized her, and made her deaf to the sounds around her. She had already removed her coat and layed it neatly on the bench behind her. By all means she should have been cold, but she was numb. Had been for months now. The water churned harder, reminding her of all the feelings inside her. No one understood, not even Elizabeth. Sure, Courtney was dead, but her memories were not. She remembered everything that had happened in those three months in vivid detail. She couldn't sleep anymore, the nightmares came. Hard grabbing hands, and sharp searing pain. Every night without fail. She hadn't slept more than two straight hours in months.
To anyone on the outside, Emily Quartermaine was recovering on schedule. On the inside though she had ceased to exist. As far as she was concerned Emily Quartermaine was already dead. She had died alone, broken, and bleeding on a cold concrete floor. This girl in her place was nothing more than a mere shadow of the once vibrant girl. The pain was to intense, too overwhelming. It was just too hard to pretend anymore. She stepped to the edge feet half on half off the wooden planks. The breeze ruffled her long brown hair and she sighed into the wind. "Please help them understand," Emily pleaded into the cold dark night. She took her last breath and stepped off.
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The expensive yacht glided through the dark murky water with it's owner leaning over the railing. He had considered letting the water swallow him up, but he never had the courage to go through with it. He could be with Sophie, but who would run the business? His father's words always came back to him,"You're nothing Lorenzo! You will never be anything! You will always be second best!" He had to prove his father wrong. After Luis died Lorenzo emerged from the depths of the rainforest where he'd been hiding and took over the family business. He was almost sure he'd heard his father rolling over in his grave. It was a pleasant sound.
He once again looked at the water. Even as a child it fascinated him; the mysteries in it. He had wanted to be the one to solve them, but his father had laughed at such a silly notion. Instead he had studied history which was almost as interesting as the water. Almost. Luis had always understood. His brother had wanted to become a doctor and help people. As the firstborn son though he had been expected to go into business with their father. Lorenzo missed his brother on nights like this. Though Luis was four years older, they had been the best of friends. People had often mistook them for twins growing up, something Lorenzo had never minded. It was a compliment to know that people thought he was like Lorenzo. Now here he was on the outskirts of Port Charles waiting to avenge his brother's death.
He wasn't sure what, but something made him look out to the left of the water. He would be thankful that he did every day for the rest of his life. A human form bobbed helplessly in the January water. He couldn't tell if it was male or female, but that didn't matter when he yelled
"Man overboard!" his bellow brought several crew members running. He watched as they readied a life preserver and tossed it into the water. He cursed as he realized that the person was unconscious. Without a second thought to his own safety, he shrugged off his jacket and jumped into the water. It knocked the breath from him and he instantly became chilled. His limbs felt heavy, almost leaden as he moved them through the water. He had only one goal in mind; rescue this person. It never once occured to him that the person could already be dead.
He could no longer feel his extremities, a thought that frightened him. He quickly pushed it away, determined to save a life. He finally reached the form and realized that it was a young woman, not more than twenty years old. He wrapped one arm around her and used the other to paddle them to the life float. He held on tight and felt an enormous sense of relief as they were pulled to safety aboard the ship. As he watched the crew members assess the young woman, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was.
"Is she alive?" he asked, his voice rough and gasping.
"For now, but she needs a doctor," his right hand Mario told him. "What the hell were you thinking Lorenzo? You both could have died!"
Lorenzo stayed silent, not having an answer. He felt like a child that had just been reprimanded. Why would he risk his life to save a stranger? That seemed more like something Luis would have done, not him. He stood on shaking legs and spoke, "Take her to the guest cabin. She'll be staying until we can get her medical treatment." He shrugged off the look that Mario gave him and went to his own cabin to change. One thing was certain, as soon as she woke up, she would be giving him answers.