Six years ago

Jason paced like a caged animal. He had everyone he cared about in the office, except his Pap who was being guarded in New Orleans. Courtney sat in his car, still crying after her attack. A man came out of no where and smacked her to the ground when tired to crawl away he kicked her and pulled a knife. Skye had just come out of the restaurant and tired to fight him off.

Jason was livid Xander had balls; he went so far as to attack his women. Courtney had been hysterical for the last three hours and Skye was simply livid. Jason had been calling Elizabeth for over and hour and she still hadn't answered her phone.

Where is she Em?-

I don't know Jason she went home and hour ago maybe she hasn't gotten there yet.-

Why is her cell off.-

Jason I just don't know. Just relax she'll show I'm worried about her to.-

I worried about Courtney I need to get her to safe house so I can hunt this fucking animal down.-

What about Elizabeth you don't think he'll attack her to?-

Why would he? - He walked out and called her apartment.

I don't know what the fuck your doing but Xander attacked Courtney tonight. Get in here now, why is it your never around when I need you!-

Two hours later Skye went home and the police called to tell them they caught Xander. Elizabeth came into the office moving carefully and slowly. Jason grabs her arm and pushes her into an empty office not hearing her cry out. He didn't notice the makeup cake on her face. Her blood shot eyes.

Where were you!-

I was sick. - She whispers.

What? Xander attacked Courtney I needed you here and you where sick!-

Sick enough to spend three hours in the hospital. - She sighed.

Why didn't you answer my calls.-

I left my cell home.-

I don't believe this I need you and you do this.-

He didn't see it the look of utter hate and rage in her eyes. The pushed past her and walked out of the office. Liz vowed that he'd never know no one would.

Today

Skye looked up and as if two years of not answering phone calls and nasty conversation hadn't happened.

What are you doing here?-

Why didn't you tell me?-

You didn't want to know.-

What? - Jason yells.

You didn't give a shit Jason you still don't.-

What…I…- He couldn't speak.

I could never understand why she didn't tell you. Never understand why she'd keep that secret. Live with him harassing her for four years. If I where her I'd be so mad, I couldn't see striate but now I do. You would have made it about you, why not he rapped her because of you. Why not her, Courtney would have sent you over the edge way before he wanted you to. But he wanted you feel it, to hurt over it, to remind you that you can't protect everyone. What happened to her would have been a tragic after thought.-

No. - He said walking away… Skye grabbed his arm.

You came here now you listen! You selfish son of a bitch. He rapped HER Jason not you! He beat her not you! This happened to her not you! NO matter the reason, weather it was because of you it still happened to her! She won't let anyone touch her Jason, she hates being alone but can't stand to have anyone around and sleeps with the lights on or just doesn't sleep at all. How is this affecting you? All you've done is push her aside, forget that she's there. This isn't about her loving you this is about how a human being has to spend the rest of their life. But somehow you'll make it about you and your pain and your grief. Somehow you'd make her re-live every minute of that night for the rest of her life because you don't give a shit about her only yourself.-

I would have…-

What taken care of her. Don't make me laugh, you believed him the first chance you got, you nearly strangled her and you didn't see that NIGHT or the day he told the fear and pain in her eyes.-

All she had to do was tell me.-

God you don't get it do you. Get out, just go, she's ruined thanks to you. She's moving back to Paris tonight. You don't have to worry about her anymore, you never did before.-

He knew he just have just let it go. But he couldn't he walked into the office empty and quite. The light in the office was still on. What was he doing, he destroyed her life three times already and now he was here in the place that was once hers. All he wanted was for her to feel the anger and betrayal he felt. To hurt her like he hurt, so blinded by the anger that he didn't stop to realize what was steeling from her. Bouncing Betty Designs was his idea, he use to call her that when she first worked for him. She was so cheery and happy, granted it was a bomb but some days she was like that to just explode all over the place. She used it for her business…

Did I forget to sign something? - He jumped when he turned around she had her jacket and her bags in her hand.

No.-

Well here it is all yours. Have fun with it. - She began to walk away.

Why? - He called after her.

What? - She turned too looked at him.

Why didn't you tell me?-

Liz sighed.

You'd like me to say that I was protecting you. In a way I was, I knew you lose it if you found out. But the truth is I was so sick of your bullshit I couldn't breathe anymore. - She said in low tone.

What?-

You deserve this, a wake up call. You don't treat a human being the way you've treated me and get away with it. So there it is Jason the truth, I didn't tell Xander he broke into my apartment and he beat the living hell out of me and rapped me twice. Why didn't I tell you because I was so tired of having my pain pushed to background noise, I was tired of cleaning you up after some big tragedy. This was about me not you, and now that this is really over I'll purge you and him and the last twelve fucking years of my life and really start over.-

What are you going to do?-

Live my life, free of Jason fucking Morgan and his own personal bullshit. I believe I win.-

She walked out of the office building. Jason fallowed her out getting into his truck he started driving. Not realizing where he was going until he had to stop for gas. The only thing with him was the file on the other set

'Welcome to New Orleans.'

Edward sat on the porch of the old house, as if he'd been waiting. Last time his grandson came to him, it was for a life changing decision, he was wounded and could no longer serve as a SEAL. He'd spent the last year drinking him self into an early grave. Finally hit bottom his little miss as Edward like to call her sent him home New Orleans. Where he slept and worked and didn't say much for over a year. He watched his grand boy drive up the path and got up. Walking to the truck.

I knew you where coming son.-

Hey Pap how you doing.-

Good boy, you look beat.-

I'm tired Pap, I just need sleep.-

Go on up to your room lay down I'll move the truck.-

Thanks Pap.-

Edward got into the truck watching Jason go into the house. He looked over at the file and opened it.

God almighty.-

Edward realized that his boy had hit bottom again.

tbc