Warning, Mature theme's are still present… (While mature theme's will be present throughout the foreseeable chapters, this is a tamer chapter, in comparison.)
Chapter Seven
Carly stormed into the living room, slamming the door behind her. Disregarding all pretenses of common tact.
"Sonny, when are you coming home, Michael wants you to tuck him in before bed." Carly said, looking curiously at the three men seated. "Why is Johnny sitting with you, like he's one of the guys?"
"Carly, I'll be home in awhile, there are a few things that I need to take care of. As for Johnny, it is non of your business." Sonny said, rolling his eyes towards the heavens.
"But Sonny!" Carly pleaded, her voice growing whinier by the second.
"Carly, enough. I will be home, when I get home, now go." Sonny replied, not being cowed by her puppy dog looks.
In a huff, she stormed through the door, slamming it even louder on her way out that she had on the way in.
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Sonny looked forlorn, shrugging his shoulders he said, "I'm sorry about her, but you know Carly."
Jason and Johnny both nodded their heads, Carly was a force to be reckoned with, and if you were lucky, you would never get on her bad side.
"Don't worry about it Sonny, Carly can't help her self." Jason said, a smile fleetingly touching his lips, but it never reached his eyes.
"What was up with Elizabeth?" Sonny asked, figuring the silence had already been banished, so no point in staying silent any longer.
"Sonny, I don't know how to help her, maybe I should allow someone who is capable at handling situations like this. She hurt herself and perhaps it was unintentional, but either way it happened. I am not good in situations like this, I act upon things, I don't do very well when required to sit around." Jason said dejectedly.
"If you think she would be better off at the hospital, I will do all I can to help you, but if she was going to open up to anyone, it would more than likely be you. She trusts you, that is obvious, but this is something none of us are used to. You make the call and I will stand behind you." Sonny replied.
"I can't give up on her, as much as I have tried to deny it, I'm in love with her, I wouldn't have left if I would have even had an inkling that this was going to happen. I just thought she wanted him, that she wanted to spend her life with him." Jason answered, scrubbing offhandedly at the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes.
Johnny had sat silently by, he could handle it no longer, whatever was going to happen, would happen, but he didn't have to sit idly by and wait for someone else to make a move.
"Listen boss, I am going to get going, I'm off shift now, if you need anything or Elizabeth does, please call, I want to be there for her." Johnny said, standing and heading to the door.
"Johnny." Sonny said warningly.
"I'm not going to do anything, I just need to get out of here, I need some time to think." Johnny reiterated.
"You can go, but you better not go looking for Lucky Spencer, at least until we know what is going on. Understand?" Sonny asked, looking worriedly at the large man.
"I understand." Johnny replied, his fingers, conveniently crossed behind his back. No bothering to wait around and see what else Sonny had to say, Johnny dashed out the door.
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Lucky stiffly pulled his body from the cold tiles, if he was going to be drinking like this in the future, he might think about laying a blanket down in here, he was freezing.
He looked at his image in the mirror, twisted the taps on, then lowered his face, scrubbing absently, hoping the cold water would wash away some of the fogginess.
He pulled a pair of pants and a shirt from the closet, quickly throwing them on. Whether he felt like it or not, he needed to find out where Elizabeth was and if she had talked to anyone. Then an idea hit him, when an answer was being elusive, go to the site where the person was last seen, and work from there.
Forgoing the vehicle, Lucky walked to the loft, while he wasn't a stickler for drinking and driving, he knew the motion of the car would more than likely make him sick. Panting and sweaty, he pulled to a stop outside her door.
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Johnny didn't exactly know where he was going when he left, but he was sure that sitting around wasn't going to rectify the situation, ergo why he was not sitting down, but now that he was here, he didn't really know what to think.
He had been in the loft a few times, only at her request, but that was right after Jason left, and she had been pleading with him to stop following her. He felt like a horses a$$, because he should have known that something wasn't right then, but he hadn't even clued in.
He searched the small area, hoping for a clue to where Lucky might have gone, but a noise from the hall had him stilling. Patience, he needed to remain patient, but the litany did nothing to alleviate the sudden adrenalin pumping through his system.
He carefully moved behind the door, making sure to keep his presence unknown, and should the person in the hall be coming in here, well, he would be better able to deal with him or her, especially if they meant harm to Elizabeth.
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Lucky wasn't about being stealthy, at least not at this point in time, he didn't see a need for it. It was after all his girlfriend's apartment, so his being there would not seem strange, unless of course people started to put two and two together and wondered why he was banging both Webber sisters.
He turned the knob and walked into the silent room, instantly the hairs on the back of his neck went up, but he wasn't fast enough. A large brutish fist slammed into the side of his face, slamming the door closed as he rebounded off of it.
Trying to find his feet, Lucky stumbled, fell and then managed to gain his feet, but the larger man was on him again. Punching with rapid succession, never slowing down a moment, not giving the smaller man a chance.
Suddenly thought, Johnny doubled over as Lucky's knee came in contact with his groin, dropping him to the floor.
Lucky to his advantage and began to pummel Johnny's back. Knocking him from his knees, all the way down to where he was sprawled on the floor. Johnny gave a grunt of pain, but gained his feet, without giving it another thought, he plowed into Lucky's legs, the two men rolling around on the floor. Both looking for an opening to inflict the most damage.
Neither heard the loud pounding on the door, but when the booming voice from the hall said "he called the cops," Lucky didn't hesitate to bolt, as soon as his body was untangled from Johnny's, he barreled through the door, knocking the older gentlemen down who had supposedly called the cops.
Johnny knew he couldn't stick around either, Sonny would not be impressed if he got thrown in lock-up. But he was a nice guy in nature, so he helped the fallen man up, keeping his face averted, then ran for the back entrance. He could hear the wail of the siren and knew he had to put some distance between the loft and himself, if Sonny heard about this, he would kick his ever loving a$$.
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Sonny bid Jason adieu, knowing that if he didn't get home soon, Carly was liable to come back and make more racket, demanding answers that neither man was willing to tell.
"Will you keep me informed about her, she has always been a good friend to me, even when I didn't deserve it, the least I can do is be there for her now. She didn't deserve this, please Jase, I just want to know she is going to be okay." Sonny said as he stood in the doorway.
"You know I will do everything I can for her, I just don't know if I am going to be enough." Jason said, his voice full of hope, but his entire posture screamed of trepidation.
"That is all any of us can do, if you need anything, and I do mean anything, call me, whatever the hour." Sonny said.
"Actually, can you get Max to fill this for me, all of them, I have a feeling this is going to get much worse before it gets better, if it ever does." Jason said.
"Not a problem, he'll be back in an hour, no matter what." Sonny said, squeezing Jason's shoulder, then he turned a walked the short distance back to his own penthouse.
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Jason closed the door, heading to his kitchen, once there he pulled a beer from the fridge and began the long walk up the stairs. His heart lay in his bed, but broken so badly he wasn't sure she would ever recover from it, and one of the only things he wanted to do was take her in his arms and tell her it was going to be okay, but how could he, when he wasn't sure of that fact, not at all.
He paused outside the closed door, his trepidation at seeing her, momentarily making him stop, he raised the bottle of beer in his hand to his lips, draining it in three large swallows, hoping liquid courage could provide him with enough strength to get through the night ahead and the ones that were to follow.
Pushing the door open, he strode quietly to the chair beside the bed, that was where he planned on spending the night, if she woke and needed anything, he planned on being there for her, alert and ready to help.
To his surprise she was still awake, staring blankly at the window, a look of longing or so it seemed, but when he came into view, she quickly diverted her eyes, then just as hastily closed them, turning away from him.
The white pillow case that her head rested upon was soggy looking, but he knew he couldn't offer to change the case of the pillow. Just his presence seemed to unnerve her. So silently he took his seat, preparing for a very long night. Absently hoping Max didn't take too long to get the prescription, that way, if God forbid he did fall asleep, Max would be standing guard at the door, with strict instructions to keep her in the penthouse, as nicely as possible.
Honestly though, he didn't expect sleep to befall him, his body was wound too tightly for any chance of sleep being possible, not to mention his body still hummed with anger.
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Elizabeth yearned to go to him, to wipe that agonizing look from his face and make him feel better. She knew him well enough to know, that he was blaming himself for what had happened. She wanted nothing more than to tell him it wasn't his fault, tell him that she loved him and only wanted to start a life with him, but she couldn't, no, she wouldn't saddle him with this kind of baggage.
He was too good a man to have to deal with things like that. She made her bed, she would now lie in it, because she honestly didn't see a happy way out of this situation.
Briefly she wondered where Lucky was, and she knew she should be angry, beyond angry, but the only emotion she really felt was exhaustion and perhaps it was wrong of her, but she wished for an end to this misery, at least then, those she loved would be safe.
She hoped that Jason would soon fall asleep, because then she could take the burden of herself away, allowing him to find happiness with someone who deserved him.
Even though everyone thought Jason was nothing but a thug, she couldn't disagree more. His job dictated he be a certain way, but once you delved deep enough, you found this amazing man, who was loyal to a fault and always looked out for the little guy.
With that thought, she tried to slow her breathing, hoping it looked like she had slipped into a deep sleep. She just wondered if Jason would buy it, he was to smart for his own good. For him, that is what she kept telling herself, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep, so sure that she was only pretending, that the relaxed state she had allowed herself to imitate, had won her consciousness over.
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A.N. Thanks for all the wonderful feedback, it has inspired me more so than I can ever explain. You inspire me to write better, because it is because of you that I take such joy in unfolding this tale and all others. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.