Beyond Recollection - A Sonny & Skye FanFiction

Chapter Nine - Bleeding Hearts

Her fingers drummed constantly against the surface of the table, the sound of it echoing softly through the darkened kitchen. She sits, patiently waiting for the small cooking timer to signal the end of her wait.

One more minute she repeats to herself as the ticking of the timer makes its final journey round the small face of the clock. The glass of water sitting in front of her is untouched, the dryness of her throat incurable until she knows the results of the pregnancy test that sits in the next room.

Letting out a breath of frustration she pushes back the lose strands of auburn and glances at the timer, waiting for the longest minute of her life to end.

She fidgets now, her fingers playing with the silk tie of her robe as she forces herself to look away from the torturous clock sitting in front of her. Her eyes land on the jack-o-lantern perched on the island in the center of the room. Its image forcing Jax's words to burn in her subconscious. Though spoken hours ago, the wound they caused now lay beside the other scars she carries.

"He can't love. Not a man like Sonny Corinthos."

She used to not believe that. Sonny did love and once he even loved her. But now, now it was different. She knew he was trying, the frustration visible in his eyes when he looked at her is evidence enough. But the fact remains that he doesn't love her. The man that once loved her is hidden somewhere inside the man she sees each day and sleeps beside each night.

None of his memories have returned and aside from the day in the hospital there haven't been any close encounters returning.

Her scar had been the trigger that day. She knows he has seen all of them now but he has yet to push her to talk of them. Though, when he thinks she is a sleep she feels him trace them, the warmth of his fingers protecting her from the coldness of the memory. Maybe it was time to talk to him about them. About that night as well. Maybe it would trigger something again and then the love she knew could return.

With the sound of the timer all former thoughts were forgotten as she stepped away from the kitchen and walked towards the bathroom, where their fait awaited them.

He thrashes the sheets violently from his body. Sweat forming on his brow as his fingers clutch the mattress. Unaware of the emptiness of the bed beside him, Sonny dreams.

The air is cold, snow crunches beneath his feet as he approaches the fallen man. There is no sympathy or mercy in his eyes as the man before him wipes away the stream of blood from his mouth.

"What are you going to do Sonny? You can't kill me, you never could."

"That's where you're wrong Ric," he growls sending a swift kick to his stomach. Ric rolls twice from the impact before he begins to laugh.

"Did she tell you how much she enjoyed it?" he asked, his sinister expression growing with Sonny's anger.

"You're a fucking bastard!"

"Has she given you all the dirty details? We did it right here you know," he taunts gesturing to the park around him. "Her screams of ecstasy echoed through these trees!"

"Shut the hell up!" Sonny shouts pulling his gun from his belt, pointing it towards his brother.

"I dare you to pull the trigger, then you can run back to the little whore," his words echoing through Sonny as he staggered to his knees. "But you can't can you. You can't kill your own brother."

"Jason is my brother, the only thing I share with you is blood and right now yours is about to cover this snow!"

"You're a fool and she's a slut! I hope you enjoy your life together," his laughter continued.

Then with the pull of the trigger, the snow is red as his body slumped to the ground.

Sonny's eyes open in shock from the memory and he staggers out of bed. Collapsed on the floor he fights for his breath to return as tears burn his face and choke his throat.

Perched now on his knees he punches his fist into the mattress, anger flooding through him. "I killed my brother," he whimpers burying his head into the sheets of the bed.

The guilt is like a noose around his neck, pulling tighter with each choked sob. He can't believe what he has done. He killed a man, his brother, for having an affair with his wife. With one shot he took the man Carly loved and the father of their child.

"I'm a monster," he spoke into the sheets as the sound of Skye's foot steps neared. Quickly he pushed himself to his feet and staggered into the bathroom, locking the door behind him just as she entered the bedroom.

Turning the knob of the shower of full heat he entered in a daze, forgetting to remove his clothes as the steam and hot water helped to mask his tears and guilt.

Perched in the center of the bed she anticipated his return. Her fingers busily played with the sheet as she forced her eagerness down. The happiness evident on her expression was unbearable as she impatiently waited to share the good news with him. Minutes turned to hours and her happiness faded as she as she knocked on the door for the fifth time and received a gruff reply of, "Leave me alone."

With a whispered "I love you" she climbed into the bed they shared and as she pulled the cold sheets around her she willed her tears to stay dormant as she lay in the darkness of the early morning.

TBC

(A/N) wahoo! I'm back...and more depressed than ever by the looks of that chapter huh...lol...sorry about that...just keep in mind I like happy endings! Hope every one had a Happy Turkey Day!