This is a short story based on characters that I do not own and references to established works.
"Nothing Left To Say: The Final Confrontations"
"Well, I must be going," Esme said, sounding quite pleased with herself and the damage that she had caused. With that, she walked off to tend to whatever had brought her there in the first place-something that the others were unsure of and something that they couldn't care less about at the moment.
Portia wanted to say something, but what could she say that would make everything ok with Trina? Spencer, more concerned about Trina's well-being than Portia's feelings, tried to encourage his girlfriend to go back to her room. However, Trina was having none of that. She kept her cold, hard stare on her mother. Trina needed her to go first. Portia had to be the one to talk first.
"Trina, I know how you must be feeling, but I need to try to make you understand," Portia began.
With that, Spencer took charge before Trina could begin. "Dr. Robinson, Trina needs to heal. She doesn't need to hear anything from you right now. So, I am going to take her back to her room. Do not follow us!" Spencer shouted.
Before Trina could speak, Spencer suddenly turned in to her own Superman, as he picked her up lovingly in his arms and carried her back to her room. Despite what she had just learned, Trina felt so safe and secure as she put both arms around Spencer's neck and allowed him to carry her away from that nightmare. All Portia could do was to watch her daughter be taken away by the one she saw as the one hurting her. But that was so not the case now.
When they arrived back at her room, Spencer put Trina in her bed carefully and rubbed his hand along her face. He looked at her so intently. He needed to know. He needed to feel what she was feeling, so he could make it, if not alright, better. Trina looked at Spencer with sadness in her eyes. Yet, her eyes also indicated that she was going to be just fine. She was going to be just fine because he was there, and somehow she just knew that he always would be.
Spencer, again stayed by Trina's side in her room-only leaving when the nurse or doctors had to come in and check her vitals and progress. She had fallen asleep after a while from, as far as Spencer could tell, pure exhaustion and sadness. He vowed to himself that that would be the last time that Portia would hurt her. Surprisingly and funny enough, as he thought back, he was the one who had been supportive of a reconciliation between mother and daughter early on in their estrangement after Portia's wedding. Yet, somehow, Portia had never forgiven Spencer for what all he had put Trina through in the past. Even after Trina had found it in her heart to forgive him and they were finally together after their trip, Spencer could always tell that Portia had never really forgiven or accepted him.
After a while, Trina begin to wake. She turned her head to see Spencer by her side. She was getting used to that and was determined that this was her life now and no one or nothing would come between what they had.
Portia had to get out of there. She couldn't get the look on Trina's face out of her mind. She had hurt her daughter once again. How could she face her again?
Portia had not been home since the night of the accident. Between working her shifts, covering for others, and sleeping in the on-call room, she was able to mostly avoid her other family members. She hadn't spoken to Taggert or Curtis, whose wedding band, which he had left on her desk after he found out about what she had done, she fingered in her jacket pocket. She needed to talk to someone who might listen to her. That's when, as she headed out of GH, she thought about the one who knew her better than anyone else.
"Hi, Zeke," Can I come over?" Portia asked after she called her brother's number.
Portia waited on Zeke to open his door at his Metro Court room. She wasn't quite sure how to tell her brother what she had done. It was unforgivable, but yet that's what she was wanting out of this visit: forgiveness. Before she had time to figure out how to let him know of her part in Trina's accident, the door opened.
"Hey, sis. I was a little to surprised to hear from you tonight. I got your texts about Trina. Thank you for letting me know, by the way. I would have hated being out of town with a client and finding out about my niece's accident. Did something happen since your last text?" Zeke asked sounding concerned.
"Oh, no. She's still healing and making progress. Spencer had her up and walking earlier today," Portia said.
"Spencer? The one who you wanted my help in getting Trina to dump because he was no good and brought only pain and trouble to her? That Spencer?" Zeke asked playfully.
"Yes, that Spencer," Portia replied dryly.
"So, he's continuing to step up to the plate as far as Trina is concerned? I'm glad. I see how Trina lights up around him and vice versa. They definitely appear to be in a good place, sis. That's why I'm so glad that you got over that idea of breaking them up. Not only do I think that you could not have gotten it done, I also think that if you had tried and failed, and Trina found out, that would have been a bridge between the two of you that might have been irreparably broken," Zeke finished, pausing to catch a breath. As he talked, he had not noticed his sister's silence and distant look off towards, nothing, really.
"My bad, sis. You called me to come over and I've barely let you get a word in," Zeke said as he went to pull up one of the chairs for Portia to sit on. He pulled up one for himself, as well. "You now have my undivided attention," Zeke said, looking directly at his sister.
"It was me," Portia said softly.
"It was you, what?" Zeke asked.
"It was me who arranged for Esme to leave, knowing full-well that Spencer would follow after her. And because Trina went with him to go after Esme, she was in the car accident, along with Spencer. This car accident, which could have killed Trina, was all set in motion because of me," Portia said, as she hung her head and sobbed audibly.
Zeke stayed seated, silent, and in shock. However, it did not take him long to find a voice to begin his admonishment of his sister.
"I told you to leave it alone. I told you to leave Trina's relationship with Spencer alone," Zeke said slowly and ominously. He makes her happy. Why couldn't you leave it alone?" Zeke's voice began to rise.
Zeke continued, slowly making eye contact with his sister. "What kind of mother doesn't want her daughter to be happy? It's clear that Spencer, whether you like him or not, makes Trina extremely happy. What kind of mother works with her daughter's abuser to sabotage her daughter's life? That's sick!"
"I thought I had convinced you. I reminded you how lies and deception would only cause problems, but I guess you were determined to learn that the hard way. I hope it was worth it," Zeke finished.
As in her previous confrontations, Portia's words were few. There were no words, actually, that she could have uttered to justify what she had done. So, she just sat. Sat and waited.
"How can I fix this?" Portia finally summoned the nerve to ask her brother.
Zeke looked at his sister for several moments before finally answering. "You can't, Portia. You can't. I'm going to see my niece. Please show yourself out."
With yet another confrontation behind her, Portia was left with nothing but regret.