Episode 129
“What in the world is going on here,” Dave announced stepping
out from the library where Cameron had urged him and Shannon to wait while
chaos seemed to bust loose in the adjoining hallway.
“I don’t know, but it doesn’t sound good,” Shannon
admitted following Dave out of the room only to discover Diego and Cameron
engaged in a struggle on the staircase before them. Her eyes widened
in response as she watched Cameron pushing Diego over the side ready to push
him over the two story ledge beside him. Immediately her instincts hit
her full force and she withdrew her gun.
“Let go of him right now Cameron,” Shannon ordered in a harsh
authoritative tone.
“He broke into my house uninvited,” Cameron blurted out hesitant
to comply with Shannon’s request. He glance over in her direction
for a brief moment to discover her gun aimed right at him. That was
all it took for him to let go of his choke hold he had on Diego. He
took a step back and adjusted his tie before looking to Dave, “I want
this man arrested for breaking and entering.”
“Just pipe down,” Dave frowned watching the obvious hostility
still burning between both men, “How about we start by talking about
what’s really going on here?”
“He broke into my home and caused an uproar. You saw yourself
how things happened,” Cameron began to defend his actions.
“He’s holding Heather here against her wishes,” Diego blurted
out, his eyes filled with venom and raw hatred for the man beside him.
“That’s a lie,” Cameron insisted with a huff, “Heather’s
my wife and I wouldn’t dream about doing something that she hadn’t
wanted.”
“Oh right,” Diego sneered, “Just like I’m sure you’re
going to go on saying that she asked for you to rape her too, huh?”
“I would never do such a horrible thing to my wife,” Cameron feigned
innocence, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“The hell you don’t,” Diego lunged forward ready to tear
Cameron’s throat out before Shannon raced up the stairs to intervene.
“Diego don’t,” she pleaded with him using her strength to
hold back Diego’s rage. While she wasn’t sure what was going
on, the last thing she wanted was for Diego to make a stupid mistake in assaulting
Cameron.
“Get out of my house,” Cameron commanded in an uproar.
“I’m not leaving until I see Heather,” Diego insisted firmly
before looking to Shannon, “He’s holding her hostage against her
will and he’s hurting her.”
“Diego, I’m sure that you think that, but…” Shannon
started in a slow, calming tone.
“It’s the truth,” Diego’s dark eyes pleaded with her,
“She’s trapped here and if I don’t do something to help
her…”
“This is ridiculous,” Cameron rolled his eyes before motioning
to Dave, “You’re not actually going to make me stand here and
listen to this nonsense here any longer.”
“I suppose there’s one way to clear all of this up,” Dave
suggested in a smooth and even tone, “Where’s your wife Cameron?”
“She’s resting,” Cameron informed them with a huff, “and
I’m not about to wake her because this lunatic won’t get a clue.”
“It seems like you don’t have a choice in the matter,” Shannon
piped in sensing that there was more to the story happening than Cameron was
telling them. While Shannon might be on the outs with Diego, she trusted
him and his instincts a hell of a lot more than she’d ever trust Cameron.
“How about you go and wake her up, or if you’d like I could do
the honors myself?”
Cameron glared at Shannon with obvious irritation before letting out a reluctant
sigh, “Fine, but once I bring her out here, I want you two to take him,”
he emphasized the word while pointing at Diego, “out of here.”
“Let’s talk to your wife first,” Shannon ordered allowing
Diego’s instincts to guide her actions as Cameron stepped out of the
foyer, making his way towards the room Thea had gone to with Heather.
Once Cameron left the area, Shannon spun around to face Diego with wild eyes.
Frowning she spoke up again, “What the hell do you think you’re
doing?”
“Saving Heather from the monster she married,” he stated matter
of fact taking note of the expression on her face, “Shannon, I’m
not crazy. I know that Heather’s not exactly your favorite person
and that you have no reason to believe in me, but I’m not lying about
this. Cameron’s hurting her and if I don’t help her…”
“Coming in here like a wild man isn’t going to help anything Diego,”
Shannon tried to get him to calm down, “especially not when it could
land your butt in jail for this.”
“It would be worth it if I can save Heather from the likes of him,”
Diego confessed praying that there was still a chance to save Heather from
the life she’d fallen into with Cameron.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Let go of me you bitch,” Heather shouted struggling with Thea
while her anger fueled her reactions. In a matter of seconds she and
Thea were on the ground wrestling with one another in one of the greatest
power struggles of Heather’s life. Feeling Thea hovered over her,
Heather’s sense of inner fears threatened before Heather shoved Thea
off of her. Throwing Thea across the room with that simple action, Heather
watched Thea slam into the dresser across from her giving Heather a distinct
advantage.
Shuffling off of the floor Heather raced to the bedroom door, fiddling with
the lock. She thought of her grand escape and as she ripped the door
open, she started out into the hallway only to be thwarted by Cameron.
“Going somewhere,” Cameron questioned in a wicked, menacing tone
seizing her shoulders and forcing her back into the room.
“Let go of me!” Heather cried out struggling against him.
She felt his iron-clad grip upon her and the way he’d tried to keep
her from leaving. Panic began to set in as Heather brought her knee
up into his groin to render him immobile. He began to buckle over in
agony upon her swift thinking while a groan spilled from his now parted lips.
“To hell with you Cameron,” Heather sneered down at him taking
the moment to kick at his abdomen in a fury. However, as her foot lodged
into his stomach, she felt a pair of hands yank at her shoulders, dragging
her down to the ground. Looking above her in a disoriented state, she
noticed Thea climbing over her with eyes of fury.
“You’re not going anywhere because I’m not finished with
you,” Thea threatened leaping on top of Heather ready to attack when
Cameron’s voice roared through the madness.
“Thea stop,” Cameron ordered pushing his assistant aside.
His dark eyes burned with madness as he reached out to Heather’s arm
wrenching her up off of the floor despite his own frazzled state. Gripping
her tighter than before, he shoved her towards the bed forcing her to take
a seat upon it. “I think it’s time you and I had a talk.”
“I have nothing to say to you,” Heather spat up at him, “I
hate you.”
“I’m glad to hear it Heather, but you and I made an arrangement
with one another,” he sneered towering over her, “One that you
and I aren’t getting out of this easily.”
“I want a divorce,” Heather snapped in response thinking of all
the hatred she felt for the man who’d torn her world apart.
“You’re not getting one Heather because I am going to raise that
child you’re carrying. I’m going to keep that baby and if
you continue to challenge me or my position in your life, well then I’ll
see to it that the world finds out just how unfit of a mother you truly are.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Heather gasped in response suddenly
thinking about her child’s well being.
“Oh but I would,” Cameron inched in towards her, “and how
far do you really think you would get without me? You have nothing.
You came from nothing and you’ll always be nothing Heather. I
own you. Your life is mine and it’s because of me you’re
where you are today.”
“In hell that is,” Heather hissed in response clenching her fists
at her side as she tried to think a way out of the current situation.
She eyed Thea standing to the right of her just waiting for an opportunity
to attack before her blue-green eyes returned to Cameron.
“Hell or not, it beats what you were doing on the streets of Los Angeles
now doesn’t it,” Cameron threw out a wicked expression.
“I’d much rather be stuck in that than here with you,” Heather
remarked sourly.
“Well, you don’t have a choice about the matter,” Cameron
seized her arm violently, “and besides, the way I see it, if you even
think about walking out this door, your life is over. Not only will
I take your child away, but I’ll see to it that Diego Hernandez is a
dead man.”
“You don’t scare me Cameron,” Heather challenged with a
fire burning behind her eyes, “I’m not afraid of you.”
“You should be,” Cameron warned her in a low, tight whisper, “because
there is so much more I can do to you starting with putting you behind bars
for the rest of your days.”
“The hell you can,” Heather tried to wrench her arm free of him.
“You don’t believe I can make it possible,” Cameron let
out an amused chuckle, “Then how about we talk about your former agent
William Steed?”
“What about him,” Heather questioned trying to formulate some
plan to get her out of the room and away from Cameron.
“Haven’t you heard,” he reached out to touch her cheek forcing
her to meet his eyes, “He’s been murdered and soon well, soon
the authorities will be sniffing around all the shady details of his life
Heather. Sooner or later they’ll find out all about the little
films he had you starring in and it’ll place you in the light of the
prime suspect in the case.”
“I didn’t do anything to him,” Heather hissed up at him.
“It’s not what you did to him, but with him,” Thea chuckled
breaking her long silence. She took a step forward reveling in the sheer
delight of what she’d known for quite some time, “William loved
to talk and share his own private collection Heather. Any jury would
love to see just what you and William did with one another in your quest for
fame and fortune…”
“No,” Heather shook her head in refusal to listen to the both
of them, “That’s not true.”
“Heather, I can place you very easily at that crime scene,” Cameron
continued with a wicked grin, “You’ll lose everything. Your
freedom--your child and your life as you know it. You won’t be
able to make a move without having the authorities breathing down your neck
and by the time I’m finished with you, I’ll paint you as the manipulative,
gold digging whore you truly are. In comparison to what you’ve
gone through with Douglas, I’ll be so much worse.”
“Why would you do this to me?” Heather questioned in confusion
thinking of how he’d been when they were first wed. Now as he
stood before her having tortured her on end for the last few weeks, she found
herself face to face with a stranger--a madman who was a mere shadow of the
person she’d married.
“Why it’s simple sweetheart,” he leaned in closer to her,
his mouth just above hers. She could smell the overwhelming scent of
his cologne overpowering her senses as his fingers fanned out over her shoulder.
She felt the smirk building over his lips as he continued to speak to her,
“It’s because I can--because you gave me the power to control
your life for you.”
“This wasn’t what I wanted,” Heather replied unable to fight
the raw emotions tearing away at her.
“It’s not what any of us wanted, but it’s the reality you’ve
put us in with one another Heather,” he replied lazily tracing patterns
over her bare arm, “and now that we’re in this place, well it’s
time that you and I come to terms with what is about to happen next.”
“What do you mean?” Heather questioned in confusion feeling a
shudder race over her body at the nearness of him.
“I’m about to give you a choice, but I’m warning you this
will be your last opportunity to make things right. If you blow it today,
then you can consider your life nothing more than a desperate memory to cling
to after the hell I’ll drop you into,” he warned her sharply ready
to get Heather to comply to his wishes about the way things were going to
be from here on out for them.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“You can’t talk me out of it Jade,” Diane informed her point
blank, “My mind is made up on the matter and that’s all there
is to it.”
“Diane, I’m not about to let you get wrapped up in something dangerous
considering that’s been going on for far too long around here,”
Jade frowned unable to mask her obvious concerns for her friend, “How
many times do we have to go through this before everyone understands?”
“Jade, do you remember when we were kids on the playground and that
boy--oh what was his name--Jaime Orton was bothering you?” Diane pointed
out with a strange expression.
“How can I forget? He was the worst thing that happened to me
at age eight,” Jade groaned unable to mask her heavy annoyance.
“Exactly which is why when he started to make you cry that one day,
I decked him and turned the tables on him. He squealed and cried and
ran like a girl away from me. For the rest of the year not only did
he leave you alone, but he stopped bothering each and every one of us girls
in the class,” Diane reminded her proudly.
“Yeah, but dealing with an eight year old bully is a lot different than
taking on someone like Cameron Stone,” Jade frowned in response, “That
man is pure evil and there’s no telling just how far he would go to
make misery in our lives.”
“All the more reason for me to see what Patrick knows so that we can
be one step ahead of the game,” Diane tried to convince her, “That
way Cameron can’t make you miserable.”
“Diane, you’ve just found happiness in your life with Ben.
You have everything you’ve waited for. Don’t try to spoil
that just because of me. I won’t allow you to throw away your
future with Ben just to save face for me. It’s not worth the price
you’d have to pay,” Jade pleaded with her.
“Pay for what,” Ben questioned entering Diane’s hospital
room. He looked between the both of them sensing the sudden silence
that swept over them. He gave them both another look before turning
to eye Diane intently, “What’s going on?”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Mindy, are you here,” Guy questioned entering the apartment after
the long night he’d spent helping out with some of the happenings at
the Beholder office in Coral Valley.
“In here,” Mindy replied from the kitchen, her voice sounding
a bit perplexed despite the fact that the apartment was unusually silent.
Guy followed the sound of her voice discovering her up to her neck in pots
and pans while she had the oven going full force. Along the counters
he noticed a vast array of cakes and cookies, brownies and pies and in that
instant he found himself utterly confused by the site before him.
“What in the world is going on? Having a dinner party with Betty
Crocker?”
“Worse,” Mindy confessed with a heavy breath while pushing a loose
strand of dark hair out of her eyes in the movement, “There’s
a charity auction there tonight that my mother is hosting.”
“And this explains the baked goods why,” he gave her a strange
look before eyeing the chocolate chip cookies she’d had laid out on
the top of the stove. He stepped forward reaching for one only to be
swatted at by her.
“Don’t you dare,” she warned him harshly, “the baked
goods are up for auction and the benefits from tonight will go to helping
the homeless.”
“You’re baking to help the homeless,” Guy gave her a strange
look, “Are you sure that your mother knows what she’s getting
into in enlisting your help on that matter considering that the last time
I checked you and baking didn’t go anywhere near hand and hand.”
“Bite me Guy,” she stuck her tongue out at him before tending
to the latest round of peanut butter cookies she was working on. Reaching
out for the cookie scoop, she paid no attention to Guy’s snatching one
of the chocolate chip cookies anyways--or so he thought.
“You’re going to have to bake the next batch of those now,”
Mindy demanded glaring over at him briefly before placing a perfectly neat
row of cookies out on the tray before her.
“In that case, I may as well indulge a bit before I get stuck doing
manual labor,” Guy decided with a simple shrug popping another cookie
into his mouth.
“Get your butt over here and start helping instead of eating all my
hard work here,” Mindy ordered with a tiny growl.
“Hmm…you’re being all bossy,” Guy winked at her before
stepping in beside her, “Has anyone ever told you how sexy you can be
when you start shouting out orders?”
“No, but I’ve heard what a bitch I can be when those I ask for
help continue to dwindle around and work against me,” Mindy threw out
an icy glare before setting her latest tray of cookies in the oven.
“Point well taken,” Guy nodded appropriately before tending to
the cookie dough before him, “So tell me, are you going to be attending
this charity event tonight?”
“Is that your way of asking to go with me,” Mindy gave him a sideways
glance noting the way in which he started working on the peanut butter cookies.
“It might be my way of returning the favor since you’re joining
me at my mother’s soiree,” Guy nodded in confession before cocking
his head to the side to look at her, “Do you have a problem with that?”
“Only if you’re going to keep lying about what we are with one
another,” Mindy stopped working on the pastry she’d just pulled
out of the oven during the cookie switch, “Guy, you can’t keep
hiding from the truth about who you are.”
“I know that, but Gabe thinks that we should wait a little longer,”
Guy admitted with a heavy sigh, “I told him that I was going to share
the news with my Mum, but he thought we should wait until after the party.”
“Did he now,” Mindy arched a curious brow thinking about what
she’d uncovered about Gabe and Marc Ashley, “And what prompted
that from him?”
Guy shrugged, “I guess he figured that my mother didn’t need any
added stress in her life.”
“I’m sure he did,” Mindy remarked with an exaggerated sound.
She stepped aside taking her pastries with her while she walked over to the
table.
“Hey, what is that supposed to mean,” Guy questioned in confusion
definitely catching something in her response.
“Nothing,” she shrugged her shoulders focusing on the sweet treats
before her.
“Don’t give me nothing,” Guy moved in closer to her, “I
know you Mindy and I can sense when something’s up.”
“Nothing is up,” she paused contemplating sharing what she’d
discovered about Guy’s lover. She faced him again before taking
in a slow breath in an attempt to find a way to approach things, “It’s
just…well, don’t you find it a bit odd that Gabe has been pushing
you for honesty since he came into town, but now, well now he’s saying
it’s okay to be deceptive for a little while longer.”
“He’s just thinking about my mum’s well being. He
knows what she went through with the kidnapping and I’d imagine he’s
just trying to do what’s best for all of us,” Guy informed her
simply, “He doesn’t want to cause an uproar when my Mum is so
close to having all her business dreams turning to a reality.”
“Or maybe he’s just having second thoughts,” Mindy suggested
thinking about the intimate image she’d discovered of Gabe and Marc
with one another, “Maybe he’s just lost interest in what you have
and he’s trying to let you down in his own way.”
Guy frowned at her suggestion, “Why would you even think something like
that Mindy?”
“I just call them like I see them and I think something is up with Gabe,”
Mindy insisted with another pointed look.
“I think you’re just feeling sour grapes about the situation here,”
Guy informed her with a sigh.
“I’m having sour grapes,” she repeated her voice rising
with the first hints of anger, “Guy, I’m the one doing you the
favor, so I wouldn’t even start on me if I were you.”
“Yes, but there was that small period of time when we,” Guy began
thinking about their tense relationship as of lately.
“Guy, believe me I think you’re incredible, but you’re not
that damned incredible,” Mindy threw back at him giving him a brief
once over, “I mean yes, I was hung up on you for a bit, but I think
I’ve gotten over that phase in my life and not a minute too soon.”
“Gee, I feel loved,” Guy groaned inwardly.
“Sorry honey, I hate to burst your bubble, but despite the fact that
I couldn’t get enough of you when we were younger, I have evolved,”
Mindy replied with a proud smile thinking to her vow to move forward with
her life, “The last couple of weeks have been very therapeutic.”
“Therapeutic you say,” Guy eyed her with intense scrutiny, “That
could only mean one thing. You’ve met someone!”
“I never said that,” Mindy couldn’t help but smirk as her
thoughts lingered to Hunt. Sure, she’d told him to go to hell,
but he had been someone else to focus on for a little while. It might’ve
been brief, but that was long enough for her to keep from focusing on Guy
and all of his problems.
“You don’t have to,” Guy probed further, “I can see
it on your face. So who is he?”
“No one that you’d know, but I do have to say he’s incredible,”
Mindy divulged unable to contain her thoughts about the man she’d met
and discarded before it even began, “That’s irrelevant to our
conversation though.”
“No it’s not,” Guy shook his head at her thoughts, “I
want to know more about the man whose spending time with my girl.”
“For starters I’m not your girl,” Mindy handed him a container
she’d packed full of cookies, “and second of all, my personal
life is off limits.”
“Now wait just one second,” Guy began to protest watching her
walk past him, “How is it that my love life is open territory, yet yours
is a mystery to remain as so?”
“Because you practically begged me to leap into your albeit twisted
love life,” Mindy reminded him simply, “but you can rest assured
that I wouldn’t dream of doing the same with inviting you in on mine.”
“Now where’s the fairness in that,” Guy gave her a pointed
look wanting to know more about the source of the smile that still lingered
over Mindy’s features.
“There isn’t any, now start baking or else I’ll have to
fire you,” Mindy urged him on deciding that for now she’d refrain
from bursting his bubble about the man he loved. Sure, she wasn’t
exactly high in the luck department when it came to romance, but there was
no point in making Guy miserable this early on. He’d seemingly
forgotten about her remark about Gabe and for the time being that would be
enough. She’d discover more about Guy’s lover and his relationship
with Marc Ashley. If it didn’t pan out to be more than ancient
history, then she’d let it go, but if somehow she found out something
about Gabe’s intentions with Guy, she vowed she’d bury the man
before he even had a chance of breaking Guy’s heart.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Gabe glanced around his hotel room thinking that he’d best be suited
to start looking for somewhere a bit more permanent if he truly was going
to immerse himself in a life here in Coral Valley. Sure, he hadn’t
planned on staying long term, but once things had gotten a bit more hectic
in his and Guy’s life, the tables had turned leaving him to wonder if
they’d ever make it back to Europe to resume their lives with one another.
Taking a seat in one of the chairs, Gabe let out a long sigh reaching for
the newspaper that room service had delivered up to him. He began to
peruse the pages hoping to seek out something worth reading.
“Terrorist threat on alert,” he read to himself skimming over
the main headline about some speculated attacks in the near future, but before
he could absorb the material before him, he was interrupted by the sound of
the phone ringing. Reaching for it, he answered in a cheerful tone hoping
that Guy was calling to check in with him, “Good morning.”
“Daddy,” Brittany squealed overjoyed at the sound of her father’s
voice.
“Sweetheart,” Gabe replied feeling his mood lighten as he set
the newspaper down, “How is my beautiful little princess doing this
morning?”
“I’m doing okay,” Brittany explained with a tiny giggle,
“I just finished with my riding lesson this morning and mommy says later
I can go over to Marcia’s house to spend the night. Next week
we‘re having a championship and my trainer says that I‘m big enough
to ride in the competition this time.”
“That sounds wonderful,” Gabe sank into his chair thinking about
his beautiful little girl.
“It’s okay,” Brittany paused for a brief moment, “but
it would be even better if you were here.”
“Is that right,” Gabe felt a smile tickle over his lips at his
daughter’s request.
“I’d love to have you here daddy,” Brittany’s voice
softened a bit, “I miss you.”
“I miss you too sweetheart and you know I wouldn’t miss the championship
for the world,” Gabe decided realizing that despite his own issues he’d
been having in Coral Valley, the thing that mattered most in his life was
on the phone with him.
“That’s awesome,” Brittany squealed with obvious delight,
“I can’t wait to tell Mommy that you’re actually coming.
She said that you wouldn’t want to come and see some stupid horse show
that I was having.”
“She did, did she,” Gabe frowned at the thought of his wife’s
obvious trash talking him again, “Well, in this instance your mother
had entirely the wrong idea about me.”
“I knew she did,” Brittany laughed lightly, “and I can’t
wait for you to see it. I even got a new riding uniform and Copper is
really excited this year as well.”
“I’m sure he is,” Gabe replied thinking about his daughter’s
new pony that she’d insisted upon having earlier in the season, “Have
you been taking good care of him?”
“Oh I have. He’s had plenty of carrots and other things
on his diet, but our trainer says that I can’t give him so much or else
he’ll get fat. Though I don’t really see him getting fat,”
Brittany continued to explain to her father, “He’s really beautiful
and I think carrots make him strong. Don’t they daddy?”
“Well, I’m sure they do, but if you give him too much of anything,
it might make him sick,” Gabe replied hearing a silence on the other
end of the phone.
“I don’t want to do that. It’s no fun being sick,”
Brittany informed him with a groan, “I remember the last time I was
sick when my tonsils were out and you were here. Do you remember that
daddy? We stayed up all night and watched My Little Pony cartoons and
ate Popsicles?”
“I remember,” Gabe nodded thinking about the bond he and his daughter
shared with one another, “You kept me up all night and when I fell asleep
you still stayed up.”
“I wasn’t tired,” Brittany laughed in her small voice, “You
were just a bit sleepy head.”
“That I was,” Gabe agreed with a smile, “the sleepy time
bug got me.”
“No it didn’t,” she chortled, “You were just being
lazy.”
“Hey now, I’m not lazy,” he insisted.
“Yes you are, but I still think you’re the bestest daddy in the
whole world,” Brittany informed him in a heartfelt tone.
“And you are the bestest little princess in the whole wide world,”
Gabe replied wishing that there wasn’t so great of a distance between
the two of them.
“I love you daddy.”
“I love you too princess,” he replied hearing a rustling on the
other end of the line.
“Mommy wants to speak with you,” Brittany informed him in a rushed
tone before Noelle took over the other end of the line.
“Making promises to our daughter that you can’t keep once again,”
she questioned in a harsh, abrasive tone.
“Noelle, don’t start,” Gabe frowned thinking about the ever
growing animosity between him and his ex-wife.
“I’m not starting. I wasn’t the one who ran out on
our marriage remember,” Noelle threw back at him harshly, “I’m
not the one who continues to ruin our daughter’s life by parading around
across the continent with their lover. Speaking of which, how is the
little home wrecker?”
“Guy isn’t a home wrecker. He had nothing to do with what
happened between you and I,” Gabe reminded her with a heavy sigh.
“It doesn’t matter if he did or he didn’t,” Noelle
sneered in response, “as it all amounts to the same thing doesn’t
it? You’re never here when either one of us need you.”
“Noelle, I’ve been trying to do everything in my power to…”
he started with another sigh.
“Save it Gabe. I caught wind of the papers your lawyers have drawn
up and I’ll tell you right now that it’ll be a cold day in hell
before I let you get out of your obligation to Brittany and I,” she
finished slamming the phone down as Gabe was met by a dial tone.
Hanging up the phone, Gabe’s emotions bubbled to a fire as he realized
that things weren’t going to get any easier with Noelle. While
he’d tried to remain civil with his ex-wife, he knew that it just was
no longer an option for them. She wanted a fight and she wasn’t
going to stop until the battle went her way. Unfortunately Brittany
was dragged into the middle of it being used as a pawn by Noelle. He’d
hated that Noelle had turned this into something ugly and in some ways he
felt guilty for the way things had turned out, but he couldn’t change
who he was.
Rubbing his temple as he sank back into the chair, Gabe realized that things
were going to get a lot worse before they got better. Still, he couldn’t
let Noelle’s actions influence his being there for Brittany. He’d
made a promise to his daughter and he intended to keep it even if it meant
sparring with Noelle over it. Reaching for the phone once again, he
dialed the airport ready to take matters into his own hands as there was no
way he would miss such a landmark moment in his daughter’s life--not
for the world!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“So really, what’s going on,” Ben eyed both of the girls
for a long moment before letting out an ironic smile, “Please don’t
you both speak up at once. What were we talking about?”
“We were talking about my being away,” Jade lied not giving Diane
a chance to even speak another word on the wild suggestion she’d made
in the name of helping Jade.
“Oh Jade,” Ben’s eyes dropped upon her words, “I completely
forgot about that. How are you holding up?”
“I’ve been better, but I’m surviving,” Jade admitted
rising to her feet once again, “I suppose we all are.”
“Yeah well listen if you need anything, don’t forget that Diane
and I are here. If you need us for anything at all,” Ben began
supportively.
“Thanks, I appreciate it, but just knowing that you two are happy means
the world to me,” Jade replied thinking about the happiness her two
friends had found in their lives, “I’m just sorry to hear that
your trip was taking a detour so to speak.”
“Yeah well while it is a setback, I’m just thanking God for the
miracles I’ve had in my life,” Ben confessed making his way over
to the bed to lean over and kiss Diane. “I brought back that ice-cream
you were begging for.”
“Oh you are heaven sent,” Diane reached to draw him to her a kiss
once again, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“How about we not think like that,” Ben suggested with a tiny
grin, “Although Dr. Carlisle might have my head if he catches you with
this.”
“And what might that be exactly,” Dean questioned as if entering
on cue.
“Oh Ben was just talking about how he’d like to have his way with
me just as soon as you quit stalling and let me leave this place,” Diane
announced with a coy grin.
“Hmm, well in that case I should see what I can do on trying to get
you out of here,” Dean couldn’t help but tease her, “After
all I see no reason to stand in the way of romance here.”
“Oh now you’re talking Doc,” Ben couldn’t help but
laugh.
“See why this guy is the best,” Diane blurted out with a bright
grin.
“Lucky girl,” Jade laughed lightly, “the last time I was
here as a patient, my doctor was less than polite.”
“Then you were entirely in the wrong hands,” Dean added turning
to smile at her, “And you are?”
“Jade,” she held her hand out, “I’m her best friend
and I think I should be thanking you for saving her life.”
“It was a pleasure, although I must confess she’s a fighter,”
Dean glanced over at Diane, “Not only did she make it beautifully through
surgery, but she also managed to take it upon herself to start ordering the
staff around here telling them how things should be done.”
“What can I say? I like to keep things proficient,” Diane
shrugged her shoulders.
“In that case, I think I’d like to do another quick examination
before I get you out of here. Think you’re up for it?” Dean
questioned.
“As long as you can get me out of here sooner, then I’m all for
it,” Diane exclaimed excitedly before Dean looked to Ben.
“Think you can spare us a few minutes,” Dean questioned with a
smile.
“Hey as long as you think you can handle her, I don’t mind at
all,” Ben confessed with a teasing grin.
“In that case, we’ll be waiting out in the hall for you to finish
up in here,” Jade decided tugging on Ben’s arm before pulling
him into the hallway with her.
“Ready,” Dean questioned watching Diane practically leap off of
the bed.
“More than you can imagine,” she nodded hoping that she could
find a way to get things back on track again now that she was one step closer
to that dream vacation with Ben.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Mindy surveyed Avery’s kitchen seeing that she’d more than exceeded
her quota for the night’s event. While she’d had to do some
last minute quick thinking, she was ready and armed to do battle in her quest
to make some profit for her cause. She’d just about had enough
time to get cleaned up and in proper attire for the night ahead of her it
seemed when Guy reentered the kitchen again.
“I think we should salute ourselves on a job well done,” Guy announced
with a few plastic bags in hand, “Here I thought we weren’t going
to be able to get all of this finished up when you told me how much we were
making.”
“That’s only because you are a pessimist,” Mindy teased
snatching one of the bags away from him.
“I’m the pessimist,” Guy gave her a strange look, “Since
when?”
“Since I said so,” Mindy declared with a proud grin. She
carefully set the boxes into the bag before glancing over her shoulder at
him, “Well, what are you waiting for? Help me out.”
“I was working on it,” Guy couldn’t help but chuckle in
response.
“Yeah sure you were,” Mindy shook her head at him before adding,
“slacker.”
“I’ll give you slacker,” Guy mouthed stepping up from behind
her reaching out to tickle her sides mercilessly.
“Guy,” Mindy squealed feeling the assault of his fingers on her
body while she shifted and writhed against his endless torture, “stop.”
“Not until you apologize for being so bossy,” Guy informed her
with a sinful laugh of his own. He continued to poke at her sides causing
her to wiggle excitedly while her laughter consumed her.
“Guy stop!” she insisted unable to contain the tears that formed
behind her laughter filled eyes. Shifting in his arms, she spun around
to face him ready to reciprocate the attack. She launched her own defense,
dropping her fingers up underneath his shirt, feeling the steely contours
of his muscled body beneath her touch. His laughter vibrated through
the kitchen, bringing them both deeper into the moment of teasing until Mindy
stepped back bracing herself on the edge of the kitchen table.
“Not a chance,” Guy responded reaching out to fight back with
his fingers when the table suddenly shifted beneath Mindy, unsteadying her
legs beneath her. Her eyes widened in the moment before she reached
out to the table behind her trying to keep herself from dropping to the ground,
but the damage had already been done. The table behind her came crashing
down to the ground sending the boxes she’d carefully set upon it flying
in the whirlwind of chaos. Reaching out desperately for the front of
Guy’s shirt, she brought him tumbling down with her, but that did nothing
to save their hard work from becoming a part of the flooring.
“Mindy,” Guy spoke her name when they fell to the ground just
barely missing the table’s violent end. He lay over her, feeling
her shaken form beneath him. Her fingers curled into his shoulder, clenching
him tightly as their eyes connected. There was a long silence between
them when Guy noticed the expression that swept over her features. There
was no denying the fear behind her eyes.
“Guy, all of our work,” Mindy squealed feeling her heart thumping
in her chest. She’d taken the day to get things together and now,
well now her hard work was becoming a chocolaty part of the floor surrounding
her.
“This can be fixed,” Guy tried to assure her while tipping his
head up to assess the damage that had been done.
“How?” Mindy questioned unable to mask the worry that now consumed
her. She tilted her head back to see her pastries and other sweets scattered
all over the kitchen.
“Trust me on this,” Guy decided thinking for a long moment about
the situation they were in with one another. While Mindy had done her
hardest to make things perfect for the night ahead of them, he knew that it
couldn’t end this way. The charity event couldn’t be marred
by such a horrible twist and with that thought in mind Guy pulled himself
up off of the floor. Extending his hand out to her, he helped her off
of the ground.
“Guy, we can’t possibly fix this,” she replied full of frustration.
“Yes we can,” Guy promised her while surveying the area, “In
fact, come with me.”
“Wait, where are we going,” Mindy questioned feeling him tug her
out of the kitchen.
“To save the day,” Guy promised her reaching for his car keys
as he vowed to find a way to salvage the night ahead of them one way or another.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Gabe dialed Guy’s cell phone for the third time still getting no answer.
While he’d hated to leave town without touching base with his lover,
there was no denying that he couldn’t keep avoiding the obvious with
Noelle. With that thought in mind, he finally decided to leave a voice
mail message for Guy when the tone picked up.
“Guy, listen I hope you come in tonight before I have to go, but well,
Brittany needs me and I have to go be with her. I know this is rather
sudden, but there is an equestrian championship Brittany’s in and I
hope that you understand,” he paused thinking about the things that
had been happening between them lately, “I know I promised I would be
there for your mother’s party, but I can’t say when I’ll
be back. I was hoping that maybe I could coax you into joining me, but
well…this can’t wait. Call me if you get this or if you
think you might want to fly out with me.”
Hanging up the phone, Gabe lay back on the bed behind him. While he’d
hated to leave things so open ended like this with Guy, Brittany came first.
There was no doubt about that fact in his mind even if it meant putting things
with Guy on the backburner for now. Stretching out across the comforter
Gabe took a few moments to put off his finalizing his flight plans.
He just needed a few minutes to think--to clear his head before he was off
again. Just when he thought he’d have that brief clarity, his
cell phone rang bringing him back to reality. Smiling as he figured
that Guy had gotten his message, he answered the phone.
“Hello love,” Gabe spoke smoothly into the phone.
“Why hello Gabriel,” Marc’s voice brought Gabe’s dreamy
state to an abrupt halt, “I was so hoping you’d lighten up where
we were concerned.”
“I didn’t think it was you,” Gabe answered flatly.
“I’d assumed as much,” Marc remarked in a neutral tone,
“though I was so hoping that you’d given my proposal some thought.”
“I hadn’t thought about you at all since our last unfortunate
encounter,” Gabe informed him sourly.
“That’s rather poignant to hear considering that I haven’t
stopped thinking about you,” Marc confessed with a hint of laughter
in his tone.
“That is your problem, not mine,” Gabe remarked sourly sitting
upright. He rubbed at his neck and shoulders finding himself on edge
now that he’d unknowingly walked into a conversation with Marc, “I
don’t have time for this.”
“Make time,” Marc urged him on, “especially now that I hear
you’re leaving town for a while. I was so hoping that we could
catch up at the Beholder party, but I suppose Europe will be a good place
for us to do so.”
“Europe,” Gabe repeated in confusion.
“That’s right. I heard all about Brittany’s tournament
and I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Marc informed him with
an arrogance in his tone, “Why I still remember the day Cathy came home
with her first trophy.”
“You stay away from my daughter,” Gabe snapped in response unwilling
to allow his past to interfere with his life.
“Oh now Gabriel, I don’t see the problem in my catching up as
I always found Brittany to be so very charming,” Marc continued to taunt
him, “She’s grown so very much over the years and I’d hate
to miss a moment of it.”
“Leave my daughter alone,” Gabe warned him firmly.
“I don’t intend to hurt her at all,” Marc tried to assure
him, “though I suppose while I’d love to see her tournament, I
could just as soon skip it altogether if you came over to see me before you
left. I don’t think that’s too much to ask considering our
history.”
“I’m not going to go anywhere near you Marc,” Gabe informed
him sharply, “It’s over.”
“Over or not, I think it would be your best interest to head on over
to my place here in Coral Valley tonight. I trust you can locate the
address by doing a simple search,” Marc’s voice grew cryptic as
another laugh followed, “Say around seven?”
“I’m not showing up,” Gabe answered tightly.
“Of course you are Gabriel,” Marc laughed dismissively, “and
bring your appetite as I’ll have something very special lined up for
us.”
“Marc, I…” Gabe began again only to be met by a dial tone.
Hanging up the phone he clenched his hands into fists. First he’d
been irritated by Marc, but now that Marc had brought Brittany into the situation,
this was war.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Silence surrounded Seth and Jade as he drove her over to Russ and Avery’s
home. While she’d explained the circumstances bringing her home
to him, she found that he wasn’t taking things quite as well as she’d
hoped for. At least that’s what she’d initially thought
the problem was, but with her brother’s deafening silence, she found
herself wondering if there was more going on than met the eye.
“Seth, talk to me,” Jade pleaded with him, “What’s
going on with you?”
“You mean other than my being worried out of my mind about my sister,”
he cast a quick glance over in her general direction before turning his eyes
to the road once again.
“Seth, don’t even try to pull that one on me,” Jade scowled
back at him, “I know there’s more than that going on right now.”
“Not really,” he shrugged his shoulders taking a turn on the road
ahead of them.
“Seth please,” Jade begged of him, “I know that you’re
not happy with the decisions I’ve been making, but…”
“Jade I’m terrified for what could happen,” Seth divulged
thinking about the threats Cameron had issued in the past, “Do you have
any idea how afraid I was knowing that I couldn’t speak with you?
That I couldn’t know what you were doing or where you were for that
matter?”
“I was safe,” Jade pointed out with a frown.
“But for how long? I mean now that you’re back, whose to
say that Cameron won’t pick up right where he left off,” he questioned
impatiently, “You said it yourself that the guy is insane so…”
“I’ll be safe staying with Russ and Avery. We won’t
be in town long and by then, well maybe the police will see that Grady is
innocent. They already uncovered the truth about the man who tried to
kill him,” Jade stated the obvious hoping that would lead her one step
closer to the freedom she and Grady were longing for in their lives.
“Jade, the man who stabbed Grady died before he could say anything about
Cameron,” Seth pointed out with a frown, “Pardon me if that doesn’t
instill a sense of security in me there.”
“Seth, I understand your concerns, but you can rest assured that…”
she started again.
“I can’t rest assured of anything Jade and that’s the problem,”
Seth answered flatly, keeping his eyes on the road ahead of him.
“Ria told me about the job opportunity you were given,” Jade blurted
out thinking about what her friend had informed her of at the hospital, “She
also mentioned that you and Blake have been over for a while.”
“She shouldn’t have said anything to you about that,” Seth
frowned at Ria’s tendency to gossip about his life.
“Why not? I could tell that something was bothering you when I
walked into the apartment and you can’t deny that. It was obvious
that you were upset so when I asked Ria…”
“She still shouldn’t have told you,” Seth insisted trying
to block the conflicting thoughts that had surrounded him since he’d
walked out on Blake.
“I’m glad that she did because Seth, we really need to talk,”
Jade informed him watching as Seth pulled his car in front of Russ and Avery’s
home. He put the car in park and turned to face her.
“What,” Seth questioned not wanting to get into yet another argument
with his sister after she’d been gone so long already.
“Seth, you can’t keep putting your life on hold for me,”
Jade informed him honestly reaching for his hand, “You’ve already
done so much for me in being my protector all these years.”
“But it wasn’t enough, was it?” Seth questioned guilt riding
over his features, “I mean I wasn’t there to protect you when
you needed me the most.”
Jade cringed at the memory before exhaling a slow breath, “Seth, that
wasn’t your fault. You have to forgive yourself for that because
you weren’t the one responsible for hurting me. I made my own
decision to follow around after our father like a foolish little girl and
ultimately it was my naivety that lead me to that hotel with him.”
“But I should’ve stopped you,” Seth sighed in agony thinking
about all his failures over the years, “If I’d only convinced
you not to listen to his lies…”
“It wouldn’t have mattered,” Jade squeezed his hand supportively,
“Seth I hated what happened to me, but never once did I blame you for
it. I know it wasn’t your fault--it wasn’t either one of
our faults and while it’s taken me a long time to realize that, I have
and I’m ready to move on.”
“But with Cameron…” Seth started to protest.
“I can deal with Cameron, but what I can’t face is the fact that
you’re going to give up the chance of a lifetime to worry about me,”
Jade informed him with a heavy look of disapproval, “Seth, you have
a talent and a gift and the last thing you should be doing is putting a lid
on it. You make magic with the images you capture and to hold yourself
back would be a crime.”
“Jade, you aren’t the only reason that I’m not going to
take it. I just can’t leave town with so many things unfinished…”
he started to reason with her.
“You mean with Blake,” she noticed the strange expression that
overtook his features, “Seth, come on. Don’t hold back on
what it is you’re feeling.”
“I know that I let her go because of the fact she was in love with Zack,
but that doesn’t change things Jade,” Seth closed his eyes thinking
about the woman he’d left behind, “You have no idea how many times
I wish I could go back and change the outcome of that night…”
“Then why haven’t you,” Jade questioned hating to see her
brother in so much misery.
“Because she doesn’t love me,” Seth answered behind gritted
teeth forcing himself to face the facts about the life that had been presented
to him, “I’m everything she could do without in her life and she
doesn’t love me--at least not the way that I want her to.”
“Oh Seth,” Jade reached out to embrace him feeling his heart breaking
with each word he spoke, “I’m so sorry. I know how happy
you were.”
“I just wish that it would’ve lasted, but I guess I lost that
opportunity to find that special love in my life a long time ago,” Seth
let out an ironic laugh, “Maybe I waited too long to make it happen
for me.”
“Which is all the more reason why you shouldn’t stop yourself
from moving forward,” Jade informed him point blank, “If space
is what you need or hell even a new beginning, then you should take the job.
You should at least check it out and see if it’s something that feels
right for you.”
“Leaving this life behind isn’t exactly what I had in mind either
not when so much is happening to you,” he pointed out once again with
a heavy sigh.
“Seth, I can hold my own against any adversary that comes my way, but
with you, well if you don’t at least check this out, then you’ll
always wonder about what might’ve been. Besides, maybe this is
the new start you need to get beyond the failures that have followed us this
far. This could be what you’ve been moving towards your whole
life and if you turn it away…”
“It would be yet another mistake I’ve made,” he nodded in
understanding.
“Exactly, which is why you can’t hold yourself back. You
need to see where this takes you and just know that wherever you are, we’ll
always be together,” Jade squeezed his hand supportively, “We’ll
always be there for one another when it really matters.”
“I know we will,” Seth nodded in response giving her one last
hug before releasing her, “Just take care of yourself if I decide to
go check things out, okay?”
Jade nodded, “I promise I will, but only if you do the same.”
“I will,” he promised watching her step out of his car and walk
up to Russ and Avery’s front door. Once she was safely inside,
he reached for his cell phone taking in a slow breath as he prepared to take
the one step forward that would ultimately change his life forever.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Diego, you need to calm down,” Shannon repeated watching Diego’s
eyes burn with the flames of bitterness. “You can’t let
your anger get the best of you when this piece of trash thinks he’s
calling the shots.”
“You don’t know what he’s capable of,” Diego remarked
with a scowl, “He’s pure evil and while he tries to pretend that
what he doesn’t isn’t wrong, it’s beyond horrible.”
“Diego, I’m not fool about what kind of man he is, but you have
to let the authorities take care of this,” Shannon started to explain
hating to see him so wired up, “If you start taking justice into your
own hands…”
“Then I’d be the only person taking action at all,” Diego
snapped back at her unable to contain his anger. He took in a slow breath
wanting nothing more than to find Heather and leave, but as he waited his
patience wore thin. Turning to Shannon again, he spoke in a lower, less
exaggerated tone, “You’ll see what I’m telling you when
Heather comes out here.”
“I wouldn’t put all my faith in Heather. She’s not
who you think she is Diego,” Shannon began hating to see Diego’s
loyalty to a woman she knew didn’t have a loyal bone in her body.
“Shannon, I…” Diego started to explain himself when they
were interrupted by the sound of Thea’s arrival.
“My we have quite a little party going on out here, don’t we?”
Thea greeted the group with an icy smile before her eyes fell upon Diego,
“Dr. Hernandez, as always it’s a pleasure.”
Diego said nothing while he watched her parade around the foyer.
“Where’s Heather,” Dave asked the one thing that was on
everyone’s mind.
“She’ll be right out here with her husband,” Thea explained
in a matter of fact tone watching the way Diego’s face twisted upon
her words. Hearing the sounds of heels clicking on the flooring, she
spun around to see Heather and Cameron approaching, “Speak of the happy
couple.”
“Heather,” Diego stepped forward, his face clouded with worry
and concern for her. He could see how tired she looked beneath the makeup
that covered her features. Sure, she was dressed in a simple white robe,
but there was something off about her overall appearance.
“Diego,” Heather spoke smoothly, her eyes darting towards him,
“what’s going on?”
“Mrs. Stone, we’d like to have a few words with you, if you don’t
mind,” Dave explained in his best professional tone.
“What about?” Heather questioned in confusion turning to address
Dave, “Is there some kind of problem?”
“You tell us,” Shannon piped in watching Heather closely.
“As I told you before my wife was sleeping,” Cameron reached for
Heather’s arm in a protective movement. Still Diego wasn’t
buying any of what he was seeing, “I hated to awaken you darling, but
they are under the strange misconception that something is wrong here.”
“They are,” Heather replied blankly, her gaze immediately shooting
over to where Diego was standing before her.
“Tell them the truth Heather,” Diego stepped forward in an attempt
to show his support for her. His eyes never strayed from hers now that
he stood before her. He tried to reach out to her silently in the hopes
that she wouldn‘t hide from the truth, “Tell them what he’s
done because they’ll lock him up. He won’t hurt you anymore
if you just tell them what he’s done to you.”
“Diego I…” Heather started feeling a lump forming in her
throat. She turned away from him dropping her gaze to the floor.
Her heart pounded in her chest. Her mind was reeling with the possibilities
of what might happen should she make the wrong decision.
“Well,” Shannon questioned breaking through Heather’s contemplations,
“Is there something going on here that we should know about or not?”
“Actually…” Heather started taking in a slow breath as she
prepared herself to make one of the biggest decisions of her life. She
just prayed that when it was over with that she’d be able to make it
through her choice.