The Scott Residence
The Next Day
Skye and Gloria had left to return to Port Charles.
Charles found the house eerily quiet.
Then he heard the front door creak as it opened. He found his son struggling with his suitcase.
Charles didn't wait for his son to shut the door before he embraced him in a big bear hug.
"Thank god you're alive," he said.
"You couldn't wait for me to get in the door could you," Tyler said, letting go of his suitcase.
"If you think this whole situation has been a walk in the park for me young man," Charles said, "think again. I thought you were dead, found out you weren't, and then you were kidnapped. I wasn't going to believe you were okay until I saw you for myself. You are okay aren't you?"
"I will be, I guess," Tyler said, "I'm still alive, but Kellie could be dying as we speak."
"I got a call from Lorenzo Alcazar," Charles said, "He wasn't able to reach you on your cell phone. Kellie woke up. She'll survive. I believe his exact words were, 'She woke up with her mouth working full force.'"
"She'll live," Tyler said.
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Charles asked, "Last time we talked you were furious with her for faking her death."
"I still don't understand," Tyler said, "Maybe I never will."
"You've got a lot to process," Charles said, "And you have to figure out how to live with what she did."
"Your subtle way of saying I told you so," Tyler said.
"Would I do that?" Charles asked.
"I had to learn that lesson the hard way, I guess," Tyler said, "She would have died for me. I said horrible things to her and she still came after me."
"You could hate her with every bone in your body and she still would have come after you," Charles said.
"I want to hate her," Tyler said, "At least a part of me does. The part that still believes I could have helped Kellie after the rape. The part that resents her for shutting me out completely."
"But you couldn't have," Charles said, "What changed?"
"There was a reason, Kellie wouldn't talk about the rape to me," Tyler said, "She lost something; we both did even though I had no idea at the time."
"What did you lose?" Charles asked, unsure if he wanted the answer to this one.
Tyler hesitated. "Our child," he finally said, "She miscarried because of…"
"You don't have to say anymore," Charles said, "I get it."
"I didn't even know she was pregnant," Tyler said.
They weren't interrupted by the front door opening. It was Tyler's mother, Chanel.
"I came as soon I heard," Chanel said, smothering Tyler.
"We thought the boy was dead weeks ago," Charles said, "Where were you then?"
"Traveling in South America," Chanel replied, "Resort-hopping. It was very difficult for word to catch up with me."
"I know for a fact you would have heard what was happening," Tyler said, "Miami and South American are closer than you think."
"I happen to now that Roy Di Lucca, Sonny Corinthos's man running his operations here in Miami, sent a man to make contact with you weeks ago," Charles said.
"Don't you dare speak the name Corinthos in my presence again," Chanel shrieked, "Or the name Kellie Riley or any form of it. I know how that little tramp faked her death and almost got you killed."
"She saved my life," Tyler said.
"You're defending the snake," Chanel said, "The bastard daughter of Mafia Kingpin. I knew she was scum, I just didn't know she was the worst kind, manipulative, scheming. She probably wasn't even raped; made the whole thing up."
"That's enough, mother," Tyler said, coldly, stopping Chanel's tirade, "You don't tell me how to feel about Kellie. That's not your decision. And if I ever hear you speak about her like you just did or accuse her of crying wolf about the rape, then I will make sure that her father does exactly what Kellie threatened he would do to your social status at my grandmother's funeral. Now if you'll excuse, I have better things to do then humor your attempts at keeping up appearances."
Tyler left the room.
