Chapter 8: An Inside Look
"I don't understand why you're so upset over her," Carly squawked at her husband. "Haven't I given you everything you could ever want? We have two beautiful children together, and you're ready to throw that all away for your little bastard with Sam! I swear to God that woman is ruining our marriage from the grave!" Carly continued to rant, oblivious to the fact that her husband ignored her.
He got up from the breakfast table and poured his self a scotch. It wasn't yet eleven and here he was drinking hard liquor. He found that after Jason's death he had a real taste for it. For sixteen years he hadn't spoken to his best friend, because his wife forbade him to do so. Hadn't even called to ask about the daughter his friend had so graciously claimed as his own. He was glad that Lila had grown up with Jason. It had made her strong. He could see it in her body language. The defensive stance she took when confronted by Carly and Adella. The trusting yet cautious manner she used at the funeral. It was a trait that he admired.
He looked back at Carly. She was still talking. He hated waking up to her, and spending time with her and everything that went along with having her as his wife. They hadn't had a real marriage since the day Adella was born. Sonny remembered the day clearly. The nurse handing him the squirming bundle. Looking down at the child with his mother's name. The child they had hoped would complete their family. She woke up then and looked at him with Alcazar's eyes. They were an eerie shade of green that hadn't come from either him or Carly. He never said anything, though it angered him more than he thought possible.
Sonny took another sip of his drink and watched Carly storm upstairs. He wanted to tell her everything on his mind. The woman he really loved lived in Europe, and he saw her whenever he could get away from his "home". It had always been Brenda, and it always would be. He wanted to give up the business and retire to his island in peace. Carly would never have it though. She loved the life, despite what she used to say. He wanted to have a real relationship with all of his children. Mostly though, he wanted to tell Carly that he didn't love her, and was divorcing her. Instead, he kept quiet, content to bide his time until it was safe for him to "die" and disappear. He could do it. Deception was his forte.
So this was short, but necessary. Someone suggested that I do a chapter from Sonny's point of view. I hope you guys liked it, as I am very proud of it.
"I don't understand why you're so upset over her," Carly squawked at her husband. "Haven't I given you everything you could ever want? We have two beautiful children together, and you're ready to throw that all away for your little bastard with Sam! I swear to God that woman is ruining our marriage from the grave!" Carly continued to rant, oblivious to the fact that her husband ignored her.
He got up from the breakfast table and poured his self a scotch. It wasn't yet eleven and here he was drinking hard liquor. He found that after Jason's death he had a real taste for it. For sixteen years he hadn't spoken to his best friend, because his wife forbade him to do so. Hadn't even called to ask about the daughter his friend had so graciously claimed as his own. He was glad that Lila had grown up with Jason. It had made her strong. He could see it in her body language. The defensive stance she took when confronted by Carly and Adella. The trusting yet cautious manner she used at the funeral. It was a trait that he admired.
He looked back at Carly. She was still talking. He hated waking up to her, and spending time with her and everything that went along with having her as his wife. They hadn't had a real marriage since the day Adella was born. Sonny remembered the day clearly. The nurse handing him the squirming bundle. Looking down at the child with his mother's name. The child they had hoped would complete their family. She woke up then and looked at him with Alcazar's eyes. They were an eerie shade of green that hadn't come from either him or Carly. He never said anything, though it angered him more than he thought possible.
Sonny took another sip of his drink and watched Carly storm upstairs. He wanted to tell her everything on his mind. The woman he really loved lived in Europe, and he saw her whenever he could get away from his "home". It had always been Brenda, and it always would be. He wanted to give up the business and retire to his island in peace. Carly would never have it though. She loved the life, despite what she used to say. He wanted to have a real relationship with all of his children. Mostly though, he wanted to tell Carly that he didn't love her, and was divorcing her. Instead, he kept quiet, content to bide his time until it was safe for him to "die" and disappear. He could do it. Deception was his forte.
So this was short, but necessary. Someone suggested that I do a chapter from Sonny's point of view. I hope you guys liked it, as I am very proud of it.