I'm sorry some feel this is moving slowly but for once, I am not trying to rush a story and get to the end. Like I said in the beginning, I have no idea where this idea came from but it just keeps growing and growing. I'm not going to rush through anything, if I can help it. If it helps, my chapters are shorter than I used to write so…Hope you all enjoy and will let me know what you think. I am curious as to who you think the 'bad guys' are going to be, considering I didn't know until the last chapter. (Insert evil laugh) lol Please let me know what you think, my muse and I love hearing your thoughts and comments. Thank you for the likes/follows/reviews, sorry I didn't respond this cold is just stealing all my oomf.
Chapter Nineteen
It had been a long time since he heard 'that' name. Ever since she had gone missing, he and his wife breathed a sigh of relief. There had been a lot, maybe too many times, that they'd taken in an unwanted brat. His wife was always trying to garner the respect that she thought adopting those kids would get her and not for the first time, it had been a mistake.
He didn't have a desire to parent but his wife wanted everyone to look up at her, as if she were a pillar of greatness, the manor born, philanthropist that all other's tried and failed to become. He knew she was a little off her rocker but she was an animal in bed and that alone could make up for some of her deficiencies.
So lost in thought, he didn't hear his wife until she shook his arm.
"Who was on the phone dear?" Carolyn asked.
"My mother, if you can believe that. Supposedly, Elizabeth was spotted in Port Charles. I don't know how that thing survived but if those two men find out that she is still alive…we could be in a lot of danger. They warned us numerous times about hurting her but you wouldn't stop…" Jeff said while trying to keep his voice light, some of his aggravation bled into his voice.
"Don't stand their all high and mighty; you were the one who looked at her like a T-bone. Every time you tried to get near her, she'd scream bloody murder. I guess I should be happy that you aren't a pedophile but I think you were as close as one could come. Don't think I didn't see you standing in her room jerking off, late at night. I might have beaten the little twit but what did you expect me to do, she never would warm up to me?" Carolyn said in a huff.
Not wanting to argue, seeing as how they were in a tight spot, arguing with the Mrs. was probably the stupidest move he could make. He loved her, as much as he was capable of but he didn't trust her as far as he could throw her. She'd turn on him if it got her what she wanted, so in an effort to keep from being murdered or placed in a dank, dark cell, he would take the high road.
"Carolyn, fighting isn't going to help us out of this predicament. We told those men that she died, that they wouldn't have to worry about her any longer. What we didn't take in to account was that we were supposed to make sure she lived. How was I to know that she was the be all of some intricate plan to take down someone…If we start fighting, we are as good as dead. You heard the beady-eyed one, if everything they had done to that point was blown because of our stupidity, we should start running and never stop, and really dear, how will you play lady of the manor if there is no manor?" Jeff asked as pleasantly as he possibly could.
"You are right dear…how are we going to handle this?" She asked. Jeff was an idiot in her opinion, trying to prove he was a better man and doctor than his father and yet he allowed her to do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. Hopefully, with this new tidbit of news, she could ditch the boring doctor and if she were lucky, take up with one of the men she had fallen in instant lust with. Jeff was right about one thing though, her desire to make that little Lizzie cry, was what had landed them in this position. While Jeff would satisfy what she needed and wanted at the moment, she still wanted to land a bigger fish and with an accent like that…she'd gladly take them both and beg for more.
"I'm going to arrange our flight to the states, if we can get that…girl back under our control; maybe we can bargain for even more than what was on the table before. Will you pack for us so we can be ready to go?" Jeff asked.
"Sure, sure, no problem, you deal with the flight, I'll take care of packing." Carolyn said as she pushed him from the room.
She waited till she heard him on the phone before quickly dialing that long ago number. "Hello…" Carolyn said when the phone was answered.
"Mrs. Webber, what could you be calling me for? Last time I talked to you and your incompetent husband, you'd killed my little weapon of revenge." He said testily.
"Maybe the information you were given before was in haste…I think the appropriate word would be lost, not killed and the lost little lamb has been rediscovered. Is that enough reason to be phoning your fine self?" Carolyn purred.
"Have you ever watched Star Wars?" He asked.
"Star…Wars…what the hell does that have to do with anything?" She asked.
"You remind me of the beast Sarlacc…that would be what I imagine your pussy to be like, even though I have to do a mental wash anytime I think of that thing…Even if you were the last woman on earth, my donga would never get near that thing you call pussy." He said and then gave a full body shudder. He realized that antagonizing the woman was probably not his best idea but he couldn't handle having to deal with that woman again and have her look at him or his brother like they were the last donga's on earth.
"Why, I never…" Carolyn huffed, not really insulted, more turned on that anything.
"And trust me when I say this, you never will. Where is the child?" He asked.
"You do realize she isn't a child, right?" She asked hotly.
"Are you going to continue to try my patience or are you finally going to get to the damn point?" He replied.
"What do I get if I tell you where she was spotted?" Carolyn queried.
"You get to live…Tell me now, or I can send a few representative to help, your decision."
"My husband and I are on our way to Port Charles, his mother told him she saw the little twit. Shall I call you at this number when we have her?" Carolyn asked. Unsure that she had the upper hand or not.
Before he could say anything, she ended the call as her husband re-entered the room.
"Who was that?" Jeff asked a little suspiciously.
"I was letting our boss known that we were leaving, emergency at home…He said take as long as we need. When's the flight?"
Not really believing her but unwilling to become roadkill in her quest to one-up…everyone, he simply said, "Okay, good thinking. Our flight is in five hours, you almost done packing?"
"Yup, it isn't like we have much here."
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Francis tried to talk to her the entire ride to the towers but she wouldn't say a word. He'd been given the silent treatment by a lot of women in his life time but this was the first time that really and truly bothered him.
"Elizabeth, please, you'll be home soon and I know you will want to be left alone but you've had a really bad day, really bad…please talk to me." Francis begged.
When all he got was a partial blank look, he turned his gaze back to the road.
Pulling into his parking spot, he got out and went around to her side and watched as she struggled to pull herself up.
"I'm sorry but I am going to have to carry you again. You've been through too much and you don't want to do irreparable damage, do you? Plus…I know you'd probably want to go to your home but you'll be at Jason's penthouse until further notice." Francis asked softly.
Hearing her mumble something but unable to understand, he scooped her up in his arms and strode quickly to the elevator. One thing he was sure of, asshole and numb-motherfucker were a part of her mumblings.
He'd only had her in the penthouse for a few minutes before Alan walked through the door.
"Hello Elizabeth, I hear you aren't feeling well. Will you be okay with me setting up your IV? You need to be rehydrated and I have a shot for the pain. I know this will probably be embarrassing but I've brought a…toilet hat…it is used to measure urine output. With everything else you have going on, we want to make sure you don't have any kidney issues, heat stroke is a funny thing and can cause a lot of issues." Alan said, trying to be reassuring but unsure, having never dealt with such a skittish patient.
"That's fine…what's one more embarrassment in my life…" Elizabeth said softly.
Alan went about his work, keeping the touching to a minimum. It hurt his heart to see someone hurt so deeply. He didn't know the details but he could tell that she had lived a hard life, hopefully with Jason in her corner, that would soon change.
"I'm just going to the kitchen for a minute but the pain medication should start to work soon. It will probably make you a little groggy but in my best opinion, don't fight it, right now; you need all the sleep you can get." Alan offered as he slowly walked out of the room. "Francis?"
"I can't tell you much, Jason will be home soon, hopefully with a guest but her and another woman are hiding out here…well, not hiding out per se but…they are here for our protection. What you should know though, she just found out that her father is Mac Scorpio…She has had a hard life and how Mac didn't know, we are still trying to figure out. We've been saying it since we met them, but it is an epic clusterfuck. She accidentally met Mac today and he didn't take well to your son dropping the daughter bomb and Elizabeth didn't take his rejection well, as I am sure you can understand. Is that enough for now?" Francis asked.
"More than…" Alan offered while pinching the bridge of his nose, unknowingly copying his son's often times, stress-release action.
Francis watched, a small laugh caught behind his lips.
"What?" Alan asked cautiously.
"You and Jason can argue and deny until you are blue in the face but I think you'd be surprised at how many mannerism's your son still has." Francis' words stalled as he heard the penthouse door slam open and Jason's motorcycle boots stomp across the floor.
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