Without a price?
Chapter 7
When Lucky came back to the apartment he found a note from Elizabeth, which said that she was leaving him. Lucky really should care that Elizabeth was gone, but it did not bother him. Actually, he saw it coming for a while. That was just what Elizabeth did. She met the guy, "fell in love" with him, married him, had an affair or two, and left them. At least this has been her routine in the last five years or so.
She just couldn't trust men after her rape, which was understandable at first but when Elizabeth had done this to three men or more in the last five years, it was well apparent that she was just a coward who wouldn't face her present issues. Mostly marriage issues that she did not want to work at- she really was not much for hard work. Never had been, had a fear of it he believed.
Not only that, she was damaging her son as a result who would never have a father or a stable life all due to that. There are studies that strongly suggest that Cameron would eventually get sick of it and start being hostile and mean to his mother as a result. That was not his issue though and Elizabeth's problem to bear. She would probably ignore it until Cameron was a teenager though, which would probably be too late to solve the problem.
But again, that was not his issue. He looked around the apartment and put the few things Elizabeth left behind in a box, mentally noting to bring it by Audrey's house. He'd get the legalities taken care of and just move on. It would be as if Elizabeth was never there, when she never fully was. Not in body or mind, otherwise she would actually use her brain and not her feminine anatomy to get what she wanted.
Glancing long at the phone Lucky considered calling Emily and telling her about Elizabeth's leaving. Emily would not be anymore surprised by it than him, and it was late but he did need to broach that issue Emily thought he forgotten about. As he yawned though, he realized that could wait for now. His bed and the fluffy pillows that lay on it called. He would talk to Emily tomorrow.
Jason was looking over a file that Stan had found about Eleanor's mother, in command of Sonny's business for now. Stan had found a lack of enemies out of Sonny so he, Carly and the kids took the time to go on a little vacation. Stan was therefore left to Jason's command, and did his job giving him all the information he could find. It was everything he needed and more but he couldn't do anything with it at the given moment.
Jason rubbed his temples, feeling the upcoming headache forming quickly in his attempt to put everything he had learned together. He was still missing some pieces though, some real big pieces that were necessary for the puzzle he started trying to solve. Not only that, in the back of his mind, he finally realized why Emily had been so fickle and distrusting the last time he had seen her.
She was in another of her "I hate men" moods. She had them rarely but when she was overwhelmed it became well and apparent, which explained a lot of things actually. Why she was so cynical of his help a couple weeks ago, why she was not open to talking to him at the moment, avoiding everyone in pursuit of some isolation.
Emily knew what she was like when she got in one of those moods and therefore knew how unfair it was to Jason and every man out there. She felt so guilty for being that way which drove her to a period of being a hermit. Somewhere, somehow she knew she was overreacting so in order to not hurt anyone she wanted to be by herself until it passed, which was hard to say at this point. Emily's life had seen so bad for a while, first he thought it was just a bad day, then it extended into a bad week, and then a month.
Normally he just let her be alone and work it out for herself, and he respected that she did this in concern of her action's consequences, but this time he did not how he could do that when everything seemed to be falling apart for her.
His thoughts broke as a knock sounded on the door. He rose and opened, half expecting to see some police officer trying to breathe down his neck because he and his boss had been quiet recently. It wasn't though. It was Sam, holding the puzzle he aimed to solve secretly.
"Sam," He noted neutrally, surprise disappearing within seconds. Sam smiled shyly and seemed a bit unsure of her. He waited for her to speak, sensing she was apprehensive.
"Jason, hey. Can I come in?" Sam requested, playing with her hair, something she always did when she was overwhelmed or nervous.
"Uh, yeah, sure." Jason mumbled, stepping aside the door for her to enter, closing the door afterwards. He looked at her, wondering what she wanted and if he wanted to know.
"Can I ask a favor of you?" Sam asked, looking around his penthouse. Why did she expect it to change when her daughter died and she left, left in a bout of madness and depression? It was, of course, some stupid hope she wanted to leave buried and out of mind, much less the general public.
Sam was unsure of asking him this kind of favor but Jason did say if she needed anything, just tell him. "What is it?" He asked before he agreed to anything. Information was important in these kinds of "favors".
"I need a babysitter," Sam said directly and Jason glanced at the sleeping baby. "You were the only one I knew who could take care of a baby and was not busy during the day." She hurried on with her persuasion, seeing him kind of wary of the favor she was asking. "She won't be much trouble, I promise. She sleeps most of the time, all you need to do is feed her, burp her, and maybe change a diaper. You shouldn't need to do the last thing….I'll probably be back before that but I brought some clean ones if necessary."
"How long?" Jason questioned her uneasily, for once not feeling like doing a favor for her but perhaps if it was just for an hour or two he could do it. He could afford that much.
"Two and a half hours at the most," She answered. "I have a dentist appointment that completely slipped my mind…The new baby and all." She smiled nervously, wringing her hands, and looked completely uncomfortable for asking this.
Jason nodded, "I think that is possible." Sam looked relieved but a little embarrassed, probably feeling like a failure of a parent, not remembering to find someone to take care of Eleanor when she had an important appointment. "Everyone forgets things like that."
"Thanks," Sam told him and put the bag down, putting the carrier gently on the couch. The baby did not even notice the slight movement. With quick thanks, Sam left, leaving the two of them alone.
Author's note: Yes, it is a real update, you are not seeing things. It's been so long I know but school has been absolutely nuts! I swear my mineralogy teacher is a Nazi! He expects us to go on a million field trips, gives out homework almost everyday in class, and then also has tests and a term paper on top of that! He is really testing my patience especially when I have 4 other classes.
My computer is all fixed though and I am sorry that this is not a quality or long chapter. I also can't say I know exactly where I am going with this story, but I hope you like the update in any case. Hopefully I can update again sometime in November, that is seeming to be a somewhat easier month, at least if my Nazi teacher learns to stop putting so much work on us (which I am not counting on).