*In this story S&C are STILL together and there is NO samson or CarLo.*
As he opened the door, he first noticed the figure in the bed. Then when he saw the face of the sleeping figure, he couldn't breathe. He was sure he was seeing things or dreaming this like he had dreamed it thousand times before. It was her, the woman who continued to haunt him. He told himself that it wasn't possible that she was here lying in their bed.
But it was her, the sleeping woman looked just her, just like Courtney. He softly shut the door behind him as he walked in. He leaned against the wall trying to comprehend what he had just seen, but he just couldn't grasp the situation. He sank down to the floor, held his head in his hands, and tried to convince himself that he was only dreaming. As much as he tried though, he couldn't, he could hear her breathing.
He shakily lifted himself off of the ground and out his hand on the door knob, he took a deep breath, turned the knob and walked in. She was still there just as she was a few minutes ago. She was peacefully sleeping. He walked slowly towards the bed, he didn't breathe, he was afraid to make a noise.
He reached the bed and he took in the sight of her lying there, so close he could touch her, when he had spent all that time searching for her with no result.
He reached down and took her hand, he gasped, it was as if he had expected her to disappear when he tried to touch her. But she didn't, her hand felt the way it had always felt in his hand, except that she no longer wore his wedding wing.
No he was even more confused, he lifted her hand closer, to examine it further. When he did he was alarmed by what he found. There were scars all over her arm, he gently lifted her other arm and saw that it too, was covered with scars. The type of scars one got from needles--for drugs.
He was terrified as he thought of all the ways she could have received those scars. He checked her breathing, and checked for any other signs of drug use. He was so involved in making sure she was okay that he didn't even realize she was awake.
"Jason?...What's wrong?"
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~The Cellar~
"Sonny? What's wrong?" Carly asked as Sonny stormed into The Cellar.
"Nothing. I just came from a meeting with The Five Families."
"I thought Jason was going to that meeting?" Carly asked.
"He got a call from Marco or somebody, and then he called and said he could make it."
"Is everything OK?" Carly asked with concern written all over her face.
"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine." Sonny said, not wanting to excite Carly.
"Sonny...Don't lie to me....What's going on?"
Knowing Carly wouldn't let up until he told her, he just answered, "I don't know, what's going on. Let's just eat dinner, give him sometime to deal with whatever is going on then we'll go back to the penthouse and make sure everything is OK."
"Fine." Carly said reluctantly, "but eat fast."
As he opened the door, he first noticed the figure in the bed. Then when he saw the face of the sleeping figure, he couldn't breathe. He was sure he was seeing things or dreaming this like he had dreamed it thousand times before. It was her, the woman who continued to haunt him. He told himself that it wasn't possible that she was here lying in their bed.
But it was her, the sleeping woman looked just her, just like Courtney. He softly shut the door behind him as he walked in. He leaned against the wall trying to comprehend what he had just seen, but he just couldn't grasp the situation. He sank down to the floor, held his head in his hands, and tried to convince himself that he was only dreaming. As much as he tried though, he couldn't, he could hear her breathing.
He shakily lifted himself off of the ground and out his hand on the door knob, he took a deep breath, turned the knob and walked in. She was still there just as she was a few minutes ago. She was peacefully sleeping. He walked slowly towards the bed, he didn't breathe, he was afraid to make a noise.
He reached the bed and he took in the sight of her lying there, so close he could touch her, when he had spent all that time searching for her with no result.
He reached down and took her hand, he gasped, it was as if he had expected her to disappear when he tried to touch her. But she didn't, her hand felt the way it had always felt in his hand, except that she no longer wore his wedding wing.
No he was even more confused, he lifted her hand closer, to examine it further. When he did he was alarmed by what he found. There were scars all over her arm, he gently lifted her other arm and saw that it too, was covered with scars. The type of scars one got from needles--for drugs.
He was terrified as he thought of all the ways she could have received those scars. He checked her breathing, and checked for any other signs of drug use. He was so involved in making sure she was okay that he didn't even realize she was awake.
"Jason?...What's wrong?"
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~The Cellar~
"Sonny? What's wrong?" Carly asked as Sonny stormed into The Cellar.
"Nothing. I just came from a meeting with The Five Families."
"I thought Jason was going to that meeting?" Carly asked.
"He got a call from Marco or somebody, and then he called and said he could make it."
"Is everything OK?" Carly asked with concern written all over her face.
"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine." Sonny said, not wanting to excite Carly.
"Sonny...Don't lie to me....What's going on?"
Knowing Carly wouldn't let up until he told her, he just answered, "I don't know, what's going on. Let's just eat dinner, give him sometime to deal with whatever is going on then we'll go back to the penthouse and make sure everything is OK."
"Fine." Carly said reluctantly, "but eat fast."