Chapter 3: Lies
Someone was touching her face. It was gentle, not brutal or sexual. She wasn't used to this, not shrinking away from someone or being overcome by terror. "What happened to you?" the voice caused her eyes to snap open. It was a man, about 6'1 with dark hair and brilliant green eyes. He was staring at Emily in nothing short of shock. All at once the fear hit.
"W-Where am I?" she choked out afraid. She was suddenly aware that she was completely naked under the bed covers. Oh God not again. The sound of her raspy voice brought him out of his trance. She looked absolutely terrified of him.
"Hey calm down. You're safe. No one's going to hurt you here." He quickly took a step back, visibly easing her a bit. "Do you remember what happened?" Of course she remembered what happened! She had tried to kill herself and failed. How could she tell a stranger that? And her reasons? That definitely wasn't something to tell a stranger. She quickly shook her head "no". Lorenzo nodded, "I see. I'm not sure what happened myself. I saw you floating in the water; you were unconscious. I jumped in and pulled you out. You're on my yacht off the coast of Port Charles. Is that where you're from?"
Emily nodded, "I'm on vacation there," she lied. Her throat really hurt when she talked. She hitched the blanket closer to her chest in an attempt to cover herself.
Lorenzo noticed the movement, "I had a doctor examine you. A professional. You need to stay warm and drink lots of liquids for the next few days. Your ribs haven't been rewrapped yet, so take it easy. Are you in any pain?" The concern in his voice brought tears to her eyes. Actual concern, not pity. Was she in pain? If only he knew.
She shook her head gently. "Thank you for rescuing me." Her voice was barely above a whisper and hoarse.
He smiled for the first time, a warm smile that reached his eyes. "I'm glad I could help you. I'll send someone to wrap your ribs and bring you some food and clothes. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask," he turned to leave when her voice stopped him.
"What's your name?"
"Lorenzo Alcazar. And yours?"
She couldn't tell him Quartermaine or Morgan, they were both too well known. She said the first thing that came to mind. "Emily, Emily Spencer."
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"Has anyone seen Emily today?" Laura asked worriedly. "She shouldn't be alone right now."
"Laura calm down," Liz said hugging the older woman. "I'm sure wherever Em is she's fine." Elizabeth said the words trying to appease herself more than anyone. She was worried about her friend, no matter what she said, Emily wasn't okay.
"Elizabeth is right Mom, Em's a fighter." Lucky sat on the couch in the living room; arm in a sling. He was finally home after four surgeries to repair the damage done by the Assassin's bullet.
"Of course you two are right, I'm just overreacting. So Liz, how are you and Jason doing?"
Elizabeth scowled, "Well when he's not out breaking the law, and I'm not enforcing it, we fight."
"Sorry sweetie, but you knew it would be hard when you married him," Laura said patting her arm.
"It'll be really difficult when you have to explain to your kids why Mommy is arresting Daddy," Lucky smirked.
"No what'll be difficult is telling Luke that it was your idea to keep my marriage to Jason a secret from him," Liz said wearing a smirk of her own.
Lucky blanched, "It's not a secret per say, and it wasn't my idea!"
"Of course it was! You told me it would kill him to find out he missed my wedding!"
"That's because it probably will." Laura said standing up to answer the ringing phone.
"You really think it'll hurt him that much?" Liz asked quietly.
"No of course not," Lucky said sympathetically. "It'll hurt him more."
Liz was about to retort when Laura came back in. "Frisco's on the phone," she told Liz.
"You're lucky," Liz said wagging a finger at him.
"So I'm told," he said leaning back in his seat.
She rolled her eyes and picked up the phone, "Hey Frisco. What's up?"
He stared down at the expensive black coat in his hand. "You need to come down to the docks. It's important."