Chapter Five:
Robin sat in the penthouse suite in Sonny's building while Brenda finished giving orders to everyone. She lay back on the bed and saw the suitcase Patrick brought nearby in the corner.
She was so angry. Of all the ideas she had with coming home, seeing him with Sam just wasn't even in the realm of possibilities.
Part of that was the fact she assumed Jason would be with Sam. The fact he wasn't and nobody knew where he was worried Robin. If Helena got to her, it was pretty clear she could have gotten to Jason, too.
That couldn't have happened. The only shining light in this messed up situation was that her friend was alive. Now they had to find him.
She knew Sam would lead that charge and Robin was glad. She didn't have the energy to go do anything and her propriety was Emma. Solving the world's problems wasn't her issue anymore. She never should have left to begin with.
She wiped her tears as she lay back on the plush comforter.
Victor would never have let her stay home. Besides, it was Jason, and as much as Patrick hated him, Robin couldn't simply let him die in a lab all alone. It wasn't who she was and it's not something she could live with. She just never intended on it being so long and she never, ever thought Patrick would file for divorce a few months after she left.
That broke her. She fought for two years to come home to him and now she was asking for a few months to save a friend. Was it fair? No. Did it deserve a divorce? She didn't think so. She loved Patrick with all her heart and she was incredibly sad he decided to end things.
The worst part was the skype call Helena had her make. Robin had chosen her words very carefully and she was thrilled to have both Patrick and her mom there. She said all of the things she knew would set their radars off that she was in trouble.
And they did nothing. Nobody came for her. Nobody checked her story. Nobody cared enough to reach out and simply see if she was okay.
Anna went on with her life and Patrick moved on with his.
With Sam.
"Robin?" Brenda walked into the room. "I need to go run a few errands. The guard is outside and he won't let anyone in unless you okay it. The nurse is coming in an hour in case you need anything, but I'll be back soon."
Robin smiled and her and nodded.
"I'm good, go ahead and don't worry. Thank you for all of this."
Brenda smoothed Robin's hair back and smiled.
"Well, since Sonny is in jail, I was able to get us in here pretty quickly. I need to talk to him I person, but not just yet."
"Why is he in jail?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure he'll be out soon."
Robin sighed and lay back.
"You're probably right. Go ahead and do whatever you need to do. I'll be fine."
Brenda kissed her forehead and left.
Robin curled up in a ball and felt uncomfortable. She hadn't really slept in a bed in a long time. She didn't feel comfortable, so she took the blanket and moved to the corner of the room, curling up on the floor and falling asleep.
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Patrick paced inside his house and tried to think of a plan. He needed to figure out what happened to his life. He smiled as Emma worked on a home made card for Robin and he loved how happy she was.
He thought of all of the changes his life had gone through since the lab explosion and he didn't even recognize himself. The time with Sabrina was like a bad dream. It wasn't her, so much, as it was the complete lack of any kind of emotion that went along with it.
He had been lonely and Emma really liked her and he was tired of explaining himself. She was a nice girl who genuinely loved him. He went along with it, hoping the feelings would appear.
If he had been honest with himself from the beginning, he knew there was not going to be anything more. With Robin, the spark was immediate. She looked at him and he felt exposed and vulnerable. It excited him to know that every day with Robin was going to be exciting and challenging in the best way. She was brilliant and passionate and sexy and vulnerable. Sabrina was none of those things to him. He felt like a tool for stringing her along and what really bothered him was the fact he was about to marry her.
He often wondered if Robin hadn't come home, would he have gone through with the marriage? The question made him so uncomfortable because he just didn't know what he was thinking. Sabrina being pregnant just made everything such a mess. He would have loved his child and done everything he could for him, but the thought that he would be having a child without Robin made him incredibly sad.
He still hated what he did to both women during that time, but more what he did to Robin. She was his wife and she fought tooth and nail to come home to them and he basically shut her out of his life. He knew, when she stood in the church and asked if he let Sabrina go and he said no, he knew she wouldn't come home with him.
Robin didn't compromise her heart. He knew that. He also knew Sabrina would be different. She just didn't understand the kind of love he had with Robin. It was deep and hard fought and beautifully won. Sabrina thought they had been through so much and in truth, they had survived nothing. Patrick chuckled as he sat down and looked at his hand where his ring used to be. He had enjoyed the attention Sabrina paid him and that was it.
He never loved her.
How could he? He never stopped loving Robin.
And then there was Sam.
He ran his hand through his hair and sighed.
This was a clusterfuck.
"Daddy? What do you think?" Emma carried her card over and handed it to him.
He smiled as he looked at the beautiful drawing she had made.
"It's like the card we made after mommy died. I wanted to show her and maybe she would feel better if she knew we were thinking about her the whole time."
He hugged her and nodded.
"I think she's going to love it."
"I also packed her some things I think will make her feel better. Maybe you should take it to her?"
Patrick chuckled at his daughter.
"Why don't you want to take it to her?"
"Well I do, but it's late and Uncle Mac seemed sad so I asked him if I could spend the night at his house so we could play board games. I think you should take mommy this bag and you shouldn't leave until she talks to you."
He raised his eyebrows at her and swore Robin was staring back at him.
"When did you get so smart?"
She shrugged and showed him her phone.
"This is where mommy is staying. Aunt Brenda sent it to me and told me not to tell you."
"So why are you showing me?"
Emma was quiet and then she looked at him.
"You always told me I should only keep a secret if it wasn't going to hurt anyone. You said if I knew someone was in trouble, then I should always tell the truth."
"That's right," he said, choked up. "I didn't know you listened."
"I always hear you daddy, but I don't listen unless it it's important," she grinned. "Mommy is sad and you are sad and you need to fix her. You're a doctor and that's what you do. Mommy needs you to help her and I think you might need her help, too."
Patrick had no words for how proud he was of his beautiful and intelligent young daughter.
"You're pretty amazing, you know that?"
She looked at him with her big eyes.
"I know. Mommy taught me," she winked and he grabbed her as she giggled and he hugged her.
About an hour later, Patrick was on his way to the penthouse Emma told him. He didn't know what he was going to say or do to even get her to talk to him, but he had to try. This isolation wasn't working.
He parked and grabbed the bag Emma gave him and he looked at the note she stuck in his pocket.
"Tell them you are her doctor and you need to go over results. Aunt Elizabeth told me to tell you that."
He made his way to the top floor and felt the butterflies in his stomach. He figured he could get past the guard, but Brenda was another story. He knocked on the door and the guard answered.
"I'm the doctor here to go over results with Dr. Scorpio Drake, I mean Dr. Scorpio."
The guard looked at him and nodded.
"She is in the far room to the left."
Patrick nodded and took his medical bag and Emma's bag and walked down the hall. He paused and was grateful Brenda wasn't around. He knocked on the door and waited, but she didn't answer.
"Robin? It's Patrick. Can I come in?"
There was no answer and he sighed.
"I have something from Emma for you," he said, hoping he could get her to let him in.
He listened and thought he heard her crying. He opened the door and saw there was darkness and only a small light from the bathroom that shone through.
He walked in and closed the door, walking to the bed and seeing it empty. He put the bags down and went to check the bathroom when he saw her. She was huddled on the floor in the corner of the room, holding the blanket around her.
"Oh, God, Robin? What's wrong? Why are you on the floor?" he got down on his knees and approached her. She moved away from him as her tears fell in silence.
"It's okay, it's Patrick. Can I help you?"
She looked at him and her eyes were dull and incredibly sad.
"I'm okay. You don't need to do anything. I'll get to work soon, I just need a minute."
He felt sick as he watched her. He had been such a complete fool.
"What have they done to you? What did I let them do?" he asked as his tears fell.
She went to get up and stumbled and he ignored the space and simply went and held her.
She was stiff and he let go, moving away, not wanting her to be scared of him. She was lost in a memory of some horror.
"I prayed that you would come and get me. Are you here to save me? Are you here to forgive me? Are you here because you couldn't break my heart?"
His tears flowed as he reached to her hands.
"I'm so sorry. Oh Robin, I'm so sorry," he said and pulled her gently into his arms.
"I don't think this is real," she cried. "I dreamt of your touch but it wasn't real. I think this is the worst torture," she said softly. "I'm so tired of fighting."
He felt her get heavy in his arms and he gathered her to him and held her, for the first time in so long, his heart was alive.
He knew she wasn't going to remember this and he had so much to work through to get her to let him in, but for right now, he was with her and he wasn't leaving her alone again.
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