Chapter 37

The warm cool breeze hit his neck, and hand's as those were the only areas of exposed skin. He had taken to actually wearing a helmet when riding his bike after Courtney had freaked one night of him not wearing one. So to please her he had bought one for himself, of course they never really shared a ride after he bought it, but he still wore it.

He sat on his bike looking out over Vista Point. He was trying to clear his head, but this wasn't doing it. Every time Jason thought he had one thought under control, he would think of something else and completely lose track of everything. He just couldn't concentrate on anything, even here.

Jason started up his bike and turned it around as he sped off back in the direction of town. He was unsure of where he was going, but he needed to feel the cool summers eve breeze hitting him.

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Emma allowed the warm refreshing water to fall upon her as she ran her hands through her hair. Usually she had the radio blasting as she sang to the songs way out of tune, but at this point in time she neither wanted to wake her mother or sing. She was enjoying listening to the water hit her shoulders and lightly relax her as she drifted into memories of her first visit to Port Charles.

FLASHBACK

The little girl stood by her Mother's side as they watched a casket being lowered into the ground. She was only four so she didn't really understand why her mother was hiding behind a tree rather than sitting next to her Aunt.

Emma looked up at her Mother and watched as the tears slowly rolled down her red cheeks from her already puffy pink eyes. She seemed lost in her though as Emma watched the people twenty feet in front of her get up and walk away. She stood by her mother completely silent as she waited for her to move.

By the time Courtney moved Emma was certain that they were the only two left in the cemetery. Emma waddled next to her Mother, as it was difficult for her to walk properly bundled up in all her winter gear. She saw her mother drop to her knees as the snow began to fall. It wasn't all that cold out as the snow melted as it hit the ground, but soon it would stick and Port Charles would be covered in a blanket of white.

Emma watched her Mother cry for a bit longer, but as she was only four watching would only captivate the young child for so long, before she ran off to play in the snow. Leaving her Mother deep in thought by the grave of her late Father.

END FLASHBACK

Emma was brought back to reality when she felt the cold water hit her soft skin. She hadn't realized how long she had been lost in thought until that moment. Shutting the water off she grabbed the towel that rested on the rack. Drying her self she stepped out and onto the soft bathroom floor rug.

The mirror was fogged over, as the heat in the bathroom was extreme. Emma walked in front of it and grabbed the hand towel. In gentle circular motions she wiped away at part of the mirror so she could see herself. Looking into it she smiled. If one didn't know any better they would swear that it was Courtney with streaked hair at the age of sixteen.

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Jason stopped his bike and looked up at the building. He hadn't been there in a good eleven, twelve years. He had been drawn here as he drove. He hadn't planned on going there, but he just needed some peace of mind.

He turned his bike off and debated for a few minutes on whether to go up or not. He quickly swung his leg over the bike, finally gathering enough courage. He placed both feet on the ground and walked up to the door and towards the stairs. He made it to the floor he was looking for and quickly walked down the halls to the door he was looking for.

It was a few more minutes before he was strong enough to reach in his pocket and take his keys out. He hoped they hadn't changed the lock as he inserted it in. He heard the click of the door unlocking and released a sigh of relief. He needed this more than he would say.

He set his hand on the knob and gently turned it, as he was unsure of what he would find on the other side of the door. He pushed the door open as he stepped into the room. What he saw left him breathless, as all he could do was stare.

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Cassie walked into Carly house and plopped herself down on the couch as she watched Carly set her bags down next to the door and walk up the stairs. Carly returned minutes later with three photo albums and a few shoeboxes. She set them on the coffee table as she plopped herself down next to Cassie tipped her head back.

Cassie turned her head and looked at a woman who she looked at as her Aunt. The woman looked determined yet exhausted as Cassie gave a dry laugh. Carly turned her head to look at the young girl and gave her a strange look.

"What's so funny," She asked.

"I always laugh at you," Cassie replied with a grin, "Do I need a reason."

"Well only you, your mom, Court, and Emma are allowed to, and maybe Max," Carly smiled, "Anyone else gets their ass handed to them."

"That I am sure of that," Cassie said as she laugh again, "So what are we doing?"

"Well before we do anything we need to call my youngest son. So do you want to do that while I get us the rest of the materials we will need," Carly asked.

"Sure," Cassie said rather skeptically as she reached for the phone.

"It's speed dial three for his cell phone," Carly said as she walked into the kitchen.

Cassie picked up the phone and dialed. She listened as the phone rang four times, and just as she was about to hang up she heard a rather pissed voice say, "Look Mom, Whatever it is you want to bug me about this time it can wait. I really don't need to hear about your latest plan or whatever it is you seem to want. I have work that I need to do so I'll talk to you later okay?"

Cassie was speechless on the other end. The audacity of his this boy, he spoke to his mother like this? Granted it was Carly they were talking about, but he hadn't even said Hi.

"Okay Mom, I'm going to go," Morgan spoke.

"How dare you," Cassie screamed into the phone causing Morgan's heart to drop. It wasn't his mom.

"Cassie?"

"Hell yes. Where do you get off talking to me like that? I don't care if you did think I was your mother. I'm not, so you best never talk to me like that again. You're Mom wants to see you so you should get that ass of yours over here or else you get to deal with a pissed off Carly and a mad seventeen year old, and you don't want to have to deal with both." Cassie said as she hung up the phone.

Cassie took the phone and forcefully placed it in the charged wit ha thud. She was pissed at the moment and she just needed an outlet to release all the pent up anger. Sure the yelling had helped, as it really wasn't in her to scream, she still needed something else. She slowly walked to the back yard and stripped down to her maroon string bikini as she walked to the pool. A few laps would do her good.

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Riley looked up as Morgan hung up the phone. His friend was ghost white with a look of shock on his face.

"I need to go to my Mom's," Morgan spoke.

"Why," Riley laughed thinking of what Carly had said to him.

"Cassie's there," He stated in shock, "She yelled at me. It was pretty freaky. Like Emma and you on the docks earlier."

"So that's a total of two more people who can run their mouths like your Mother."

"Yeah, Yeah. Look I have to go. Can you finish up here," Morgan questioned.

"Sure get going. I would hate to see you after all this."

"You could come with."

"No. No, I'm good. I have to stop by your Dads later anyway."

"You sure," Morgan continued jokingly with a laugh.

"Of course, do you really want to punish me twice. Your Mom and Dad in one night. You're crazy."

"Bye," Morgan said as he walked out.

"See you," Riley called after him as his friend disappeared from sight.

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Sonny had sat in Jason's penthouse for sometime just thinking, trying to understand, before he stood and walked back to his home. He walked into the hall and to his door as the guard silently opened it for him. As he entered his house he was greeted by a sight he didn't want to deal with at the moment, so why had he come here, to a place he wasn't sure was his home in years, in sixteen years.

Sam sat on the couch and looked up at Sonny as he entered the penthouse. She had to know what he was thinking, what he believed. Most importantly she needed to know so she could mold it, so she could control it and turn things her way. She couldn't lose him, or Jason, or anything else she had because Courtney had left when pregnant. She wouldn't lose to her, not now, not ever. It just wasn't in her.

Sonny stood looking at Sam as she stood and went to stand in front of him as Sonny looked to the ground. Sam placed a finger under Sonny's chin and tilted his head up so there eyes met. They stared at each other until Sonny side stepped the brunette and walked to the wet bar to get a drink. This action caused the brunette to get angry. She didn't like to be ignored.

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The seventeen-year-old brunette watched from her hiding spot on the stairs. She didn't like her Father's actions. Why wouldn't he look at her Mother, why was he being so cold? She wanted answers. She wanted to know why her family was being ripped apart.