This is the last chapter of this story.
I was in class when I found out my mom was shot. My professor was in the middle of a lecture when the door swung open crashing into the wall behind it as Brenda stormed in. With wild eyes, and hair she looked over all the students looking for me. I quickly gathered all of my things and took the stairs two at a time as I tried to get down to her. The closer I got I could tell that she was crying. That she was still crying. Something bad had happened I just hoped it wasn't Sonny, or Jason. It turns out it was neither.
"Mom's hurt, she's hurt. No, no, no she's more than hurt she was shot. Oh my god Sam!" She clung to me as I reached her by the door. She hugged me hard, and I could tell that she didn't want to let go. Not now, not ever. I couldn't believe that mom had been shot, the news hadn't hit me at all. I couldn't' let them yet, Brenda was in shock, if I began panicking then neither one of us would make it to the hospital to see more or anything.
"Brenda come on, let's get out of here." I waited until she loosened her grip before un wrapping her arms from my waist and taking her hand. I walked us both out of the room and we walked quietly down the hall, our shoes making an eerie echo in the hall. "How did you find out that mom had been shot?"
She used her free hand to wipe her eyes, "It's all over the news, they believe that it's mob related."
"Do you know if they arrested anyone? Where's Jason, and Sonny?"
"I don't know Sonny isn't answering his phone, and I didn't call Jason." Brenda replied, she wasn't crying anymore, but I could tell that she could break at any moment. Brenda was stronger than this, but I guess that a mother's emotions progressed during the pregnancy. Especially when your mother had been shot.
I dug into my pocket and grabbed my phone, not calling Jason but calling the Port Charles hospital. I needed to get an update on my mom right now. I was trying to not cry but losing my mom wasn't something I could handle at this point of my life. When the hospital answered I told them my name, and my mother's and I was told that she had already been stabilized but she wasn't conscious and she was going to need surgery soon. And since she was unconscious they needed her daughters ' go head'. After I got off the phone with them, I let go of Brenda's hand and almost crumpled to the floor.
Just that fast I wouldn't have a mother, my baby, and niece or nephew wouldn't have a grandmother. In just a flash I could have lost the one person in my life who had stood by me my entire life. "What, Sam, what did they say?"
"That she's stabilized, she's fine for now. She's going to need surgery though." I told her, the tears I hadn't aloud to come out before ran down my face in near rivers. I needed to talk to Jason about this. It wasn't that hard to figure out that my mother was shot because of Jason and Sonny. I don't know why someone would target my family but they did. And they almost got what they wanted. My mom could get through almost anything though, and she did.
"Oh thank god!" Brenda sighed, leaning against the halls wall. Ignoring the students that passed through the halls staring weirdly at us.
I stood up with my bag of books, and took my phone back out. "Who are you calling?" Brenda asked, looking down at my phone.
"I'm calling Diane, I need to talk to her." I needed to talk to her about a few things actually.
"You aren't going to call Jason?"
"Not yet."
"Sam, what can I do for you?" Diane greeted me from behind her desk. Her office was big enough to fit her ego, and her desk was cleaned of clutter that proved she was never behind on her work.
"You haven't seen the news?" I asked suspiciously.
"I haven't had the time to, dear. Why?" I couldn't' believe that she was doing this. I was sure that she knew my mother had been shot, she was avoiding it because Sonny or Jason had called her and told her something that had to do with my mother being shot. And she couldn't tell me because of client confidentiality.
I closed the door behind myself, not caring that the door slamming shut made her flinch. "My mom, your best friend has been shot. She's fine right now, prepping for surgery as we speak but what's not fine is that you're lying. You have been watching the news because your client called you and told you that a murder might be tied to him. What I don't know is how? I mean if someone having tied to Sonny killed my mom then why not tell? So that my mom can get justice and Sonny's enemy can go to prison?" The questions were rhetorical knew she wouldn't answer them.
"Look I can't tell you anything Sam."
"Diane you just did! An enemy of Sonny and Jason shot my mom! And I'm just guessing here but the reason why they aren't snitching on whomever is because they have something on them that they can get arrested for." I was shouting, and angry. Angry that because of me my mom had gotten hurt. Obviously it wasn't exactly my fault but if I hadn't been with a criminal this wouldn't have happened to my mother.
"Look you contacted me to help your friend out, right? That's what I'm doing, your upset, I'm upset. She's my best friend do you truly believe I don't want to help put her killer in custody? I can't though, my hands are tied. Why don't you leave my office and call your boyfriend? He's the one who can answer your questions. Go."
"Baby? It's me Jason, I was watching the news, and I saw your mom...call me back." He left four similar voice messages on my phone after that. I wanted to call him back, but when I got my perspective back I couldn't' believe that he would keep something that big from me. If my family was in danger I was sure that Jason would warn me. My mind told me if I trusted Jason I would call him and ask him if he knew about my mom being in danger.
When I got back to my dormitory I called Jason back, he answered on the first ring. " Sam?"
"Yeah it's me."
"Why the hell haven't you been answering your phone? I thought something happened to you?"
"Why would you think that Jason?" I asked softly, lying on my back I rubbed my belly almost feeling my baby moving towards it. As to be comforted by it's mommy.
"What do you mean? You haven't answered your phone all damn day Samantha!" He yelled, and I knew I was in the wrong. Of course he would fear that something had happened to me.
"I'm sorry Jason, I am. And I'm even more sorry for asking this question but did you have any idea that my mom was in danger?" A feeling deep in my heart told me that he had an inkling hint that someone would be going after my mom.
"Fuck." He mumbled, "Baby listen, there's these new guys that just came to Port Charles they've been creating problems with us and the leader. A man named Greg has threatened almost everyone we know. Saying he was going to hurt them, we never thought he would go after your mom. Until it happened."
"Jason you should've told me this, my mom was shot!"
"Babe you don't know how guilty I feel about at that and you probably wouldn't believe me anyway. If I knew that Greg would go after your mom, I would've done everything I could to stop it. I didn't though, and the only reason the guy who actually did it hasn't been arrested is because they're good. And we can't say anything because we're linked to the mob, and Greg is...if we told them what we know we'll go to jail."
"So my mother's killer isn't going to jail, huh?" I asked bitterly, I couldn't believe this was happening.
"Not exactly, can you come over?" He asked wistfully.
"Yeah, I'm going to be on my way now."
When I got to Jason's house I was glad to see him, I was comforted by the hug he gave me when he came to my car as I drove up. The kiss he gave my lips as I clasped my hands around his neck. We broke away and walked hand and hand into the house. We went to the back of the house, outside. Sitting on the outside furniture I lied down on the chaise with Jason underneath me. One of his hands on my hip, and the on my stomach.
"What did you want to tell me?" I asked him nervously, I was scared of what he had to tell me.
"The guys who ordered the hit on your mom." My stomach clenched at the word ' hit'. "Are killing a lot of people that are innocent, who have nothing to do with the mob. Who never even done a bad thing in there life. Sonny and I have been have been thinking of a lot of of things to get rid of them without starting a mob war."
"So?"
"We have a way to pin everything on Greg, and his men."
I shook my head, "I don't want to know, I thought I would...I just can't"
"I'm getting out of this." He sighed tiredly.
"The Mob?"
"This isn't what I need in my life, I'm going to be a father, a husband. Having a family is what I should be focusing on." Hearing Jason say this was the greatest gift he could give his child. A life without danger, violence, and death. I turned around, and looked him directly in the eye. I needed him to say this again. I wanted to know if he was telling the truth.
"You mean it?"
He kissed my lips, my cheeks flushed by the heat of his lips. " Yes."
"Wait, did you say husband?"
He looked hurt, "You don't want to marry me?"
I slapped at his shoulder, "Of course I do, but I want a proposal!"
"Anything you want, you'll get from me." Jason said, wrapping his arms around me.
From my mother's hospital room we watched as Greg, and five of his men were being carried into the PCPD. They looked bewildered about how they had gotten there. And they refused to look at each other, I couldn't even guess the things they would say about each other in those interrogation rooms. My mom wasn't even looking at the screen. She was busy looking at a new collection magazine for Chanel.
"These shoes would look amazing on me." Mom mused, staring at the tallest heels I'd seen in my life
"Diane and you need to chill, you're going to grow old and have arthritis in your feet."
"Hush, now did you bring my Louboutin's?"
Instead of handing her the shoes I hugged her, tightly even though I knew she was looking at her shoe box over my shoulder.
Ten Months Later...
"Lila look at daddy, Lila." Jason called to our daughter. She was lying on our bed, in her yellow onesie staring at me. Smiling so sweetly, and angelically my heart swelled. She looked so much like the both of us. She had my hair, and my smile with Jason's eyes and intense concentration that came her way. I just had came back from school, and visiting my nephew, Alex that was named after our mother Alexis. Alex was a beautiful baby, he had dimples like Sonny and was developing the joyful attitude of Brenda.
Jason and I had been married for only two months, and I didn't feel the love I had for him wearing off any time soon. I loved being with him everyday, and coming home to him and my daughter. And when he was at work at the hospital I could barely wait for him to come home. It was like that for both of us, living and breathing for our child and each other, and our family and friends. I wouldn't wish for anything else.