Episode 174
“Look Ken, I didn’t come over today to fight with you,”
Dave began with a heavy sigh bringing his fingers through his own hair, “but
after what you said to me at the station, well I think we need to set a few
things straight between us.”
“By all means, let’s set them straight then, shall we,”
Ken suggested with a cryptic expression opening the door completely only to
turn around to discover his bed empty. Frowning as he realized Carly
must’ve slipped into the master bathroom, Ken turned around to face
Dave again with a scowl, “So talk Dave. What’s on your mind?”
“A lot of things,” Dave admitted with a frown of his own, “but
first and foremost I’ve been thinking about you and what you’re
doing to yourself.”
“Oh spare me,” Ken rolled his eyes, “Like what I’m
going through has ever really crossed through your mind. Admit it, you’re
secretly loving this one. You like that you can play high and mighty
and watch me fall.”
“Contrary to your popular belief Ken I’m not like that.
I’m not at all one who gets off on seeing their friends suffer,”
Dave argued with him, “but you on the other hand, well I’m starting
to have my doubts about that.”
“Of course you are,” Ken rolled his eyes, “because far be
it for the almighty Dave Warner to have faith in those who have spent their
whole life supporting him.”
“Supporting?” Dave couldn’t help but let out an ironic laugh,
“Is that what you call what you were doing at the station when you were
having a fit?”
“No Dave, I was setting you straight on things,” Ken insisted
firmly while raising his voice just a bit for extra effect, “I was letting
you see how things truly are, but as usual, you were in a heavy state of denial.
Can I help it if you’re still so hung up on Deidra that you’d
like to take it out on me for the way things turned out?”
“That wasn’t about Deidra and you know it,” Dave frowned
in response, “I can’t believe that you’re even bringing
this up considering that…”
“That what? That you’ve never quite gotten over the fact
that she’s chosen just about everyone else over you?” Ken lashed
out at him harshly, “I mean my God Dave it’s been over twenty
years here. I think it’s time to get over it and move on with
your life. Deidra simply isn’t going to fall in love with you
like you’ve been hoping for.”
“I’m not hoping for anything from Deidra other than friendship,”
Dave argued with him, “and for you to bring up something that went down
when we were just kids…”
“Face it Dave, you never got over her. You’re still hoping
that one morning she’ll wake up and realize that you’re the one.
That’s why you leapt into the role of her support system when you heard
that she and Andy have parted and that’s why you’re still miserable
about the way your life is.”
“Look Ken, I came over here today to try to see if I could help you
find a way to get through this situation you’re going through, but it
seems like all you’re set on doing is lashing out at me about things
that are irrelevant,” Dave argued with him, “this isn’t
about Deidra.”
“No, Dave, this is always about Deidra. For some reason you can’t
just shake her from your system. I mean my God man does Carly even have
any idea that the reason you didn’t want to leave with her before was
because you were pining away for Deidra? Come to think of it, did you
ever mention to her that the day she left you didn’t try to stop her
because you were with Deidra? That you were well on your way to try
to stop Deidra’s wedding to Andy, but at the last minute you lost your
nerve?”
“Stop it Ken!” Dave snapped back at him, “I’ve heard
more than enough about this!”
“No, I don’t think you have because the sad truth is that you’re
the one who needs to stop Dave,” Ken continued to lash out at him, “You
need to stop obsessing over what you can’t have. Deidra doesn’t
love you and she never will.”
“Stop it Ken!” Dave shouted back at him, “Just stop.
You know I thought you’d grown up, but the truth is that you’re
still that spoiled little son of a bitch that gets off on making everyone
else miserable. You never cared about me or our friendship and that
was obvious the day that you found a way to steal Deidra from me. You
knew that I was in love with her--that I wanted to be with her, but that didn’t
matter to you. You didn’t care about what it was that I was feeling,
only what you could get and you know Ken, I wouldn’t doubt that if you
hadn’t stepped in the way Deidra and I would’ve found a way to
be together now. She and I could be a whole hell of a lot happier than
we are after the way things turned out…”
“And I’ll bet you would’ve loved that, wouldn’t you?”
Carly questioned emerging from the bathroom, obvious anger burning behind
her dark eyes.
“Carly,” Dave’s jaw dropped in astonishment as he saw her
standing before him, “What are you doing here?”
“Obviously seeing things as they really are,” she answered sharply
unable to refrain from the tears in her eyes. Turning her attention
to Ken, she passed by him in a haste, “Ken, I have to go…”
“Carly wait,” Dave started after her watching her rush out of
Ken’s room. Turning around to see Ken’s wicked smirk, Dave
realized that he’d been set up in his own way, “You! You
planned all of this, didn’t you?”
“That’s right,” Ken folded his arms in front of his chest
smugly, “I just figured that Carly should see what she’s getting
herself into in wasting her time on you.”
“You son of a bitch,” Dave charged at him, unable to contain his
own anger as he lashed out at Ken, throwing his fist right square across Ken’s
jaw.
Ken fell back upon impact, but still as he looked up to see Dave hovering
over him, a trembling tower of rage, Ken let out a nefarious laugh, “The
truth is a bitch isn’t it? But hey look on the bright side, you’re
finally being honest with yourself and with Carly, which in the long run will
be doing her a favor.”
“Yeah I’ll do her a favor,” Dave waved his fist at him once
again, “I’m going to make sure that you stay the hell away from
her. I don’t know what it is about you Ashford, but while you
might be set on taking the world down with you, I’m not about to let
you do it to her. Do you hear me Ken? You’re not taking
her down with you.”
“It’s a little too late for that one Dave,” Ken mouthed
to himself watching Dave rush off after Carly. Sure, maybe Dave would
try to persuade her to come back to him, but after Dave’s shocking confession,
the damage was already done. That topped off with what Ken and Carly
had experienced with one another and Ken knew it was only a matter of time
before Dave was bumped out of Carly’s life forever. Oh and what
a refreshing thought that was, Ken smiled inwardly realizing that Carly was
right. There was still a lot of living to do and Ken was about to do
just that to the fullest.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“I really appreciate your coming over here tonight Don. I know
that I’ve kind of kept you on short notice with all the emergencies
that have been happening around here,” Brant replied thinking about
the things that kept happening surrounding his family.
“It’s not a problem Brant,” Don offered in his same usual
cheerful demeanor, “You know I don’t mind doing anything I can
for a friend there.”
“I realize that, but still I feel like I should be doing more for you,”
Brant motioned to the bar set up in the room across from where they stood,
“Have time for a drink?”
“I really shouldn’t as I have to get home. I was hoping
to get a word in with my wife tonight before I went and…” Don
started eliciting a surprised expression from Brant.
“Your wife?” Brant repeated with wide eyes, “You don’t
say? You mean you went and followed my lead and found yourself settled
down?”
“Actually yes,” Don smiled proudly, “Granted I’m sure
it wasn’t the same kind of courtship you and Avery have had with one
another, but it’s something…”
“Well Avery and I certainly have an interesting love story,” Brant
looked up the stairs to the room where he’d helped Avery settle in for
the night after he’d talked her into sticking around, “but it
makes for an adventure. So, what about you? I wasn’t even
aware of the fact that you were seeing anyone serious.”
“Well, I wasn’t,” Don scratched his head lightly, “That’s
the ironic thing about it. This happened at the absolute most unexpected
time of all, yet I have a good feeling about it.”
“Hmm, well in that case you’ve got me curious,” Brant motioned
for Don to follow him into the library, “Who is she and how long have
you known her?”
“Not long,” Don divulged honestly, “I guess you could say
it’s kind of an impromptu courtship considering that we were both blitzed
out of our minds when we ran off to tie the knot.”
“Say what,” Brant replied with obvious interest, “Oh please
tell me you didn’t take my idea to go down to Atlantic City and take
in a few shows. You didn’t wind up hitched to a dancer, did you?”
“No, not at all,” Don replied honestly, “more so I wound
up with a very incredible woman.”
“So then she’s a stripper,” Brant joked catching the glare
from his friend.
“I’m being serious here,” Don informed him simply.
“So am I,” Brant laughed lightly pouring himself a drink, “I’ve
known a few strippers in my lifetime and quite a few of them are pretty damn
amazing.”
“And just how would your wife feel to hear you talking like that,”
Don folded his arms in front of his chest.
“Ah, my friend I’m talking about something that existed in another
life. I’m a changed man now that the love bug has hit me,”
Brant proclaimed raising his glass in the air, “but that doesn’t
mean that I didn’t have my wild ways once upon a time or that I wouldn’t
mind indulging in your tale of your latest misadventure that lead you to matrimony.”
“Well, I wouldn’t call it a misadventure because I happen to think
that Shannon is really incredible. I mean she’s a bit abrasive
and rough around the edges, but I tend to think that has something more to
do with her career choices given that I’ve seen she hasn’t exactly
had a good run of luck with the FBI lately and…”
“Did you just say FBI?” Brant’s jaw nearly dropped.
“That’s right,” Don nodded, “but not to worry because
I can assure you that she’s not the kind to go nosing around into the
BBK shareholdings like the last one you encountered not so long ago…”
“Oh no, I’m sure she’s not, but if her last name is Pryce,
then I‘d say you‘re in for big trouble,” Brant replied with
a gulp.
“Come again?” Don blinked back in surprise, the color draining
from his face.
“Tell me you didn’t marry Shannon Pryce,” Brant pleaded
with him, “Say that you haven’t hit an all time low.”
“I haven’t hit any kind of low and yes her last name was Pryce,
but what of it,” Don began defensively.
“Don, my friend, you don’t realize what kind of mess you got yourself
into,” Brant replied shaking his head as his stunned response transformed
into concern for his friend, “Listen, I know that she’s sexy and
all, but with Shannon, she’s a viper. I can tell you she did a
lot more digging around BBK in my briefs than anything else if you catch my
drift and while the sex was amazing, she’s just a time bomb waiting
to explode.”
“Okay,” Don took a step back, “I don’t want to be
hearing this. If you’re trying to insinuate that you and my wife
were some kind of item, then I really don’t think that…”
“Don, listen to me. Shannon and I were more than an item.
We were together before Heather and I got engaged,” Brant continued
to explain, “Remember that hot little number that I was seeing?
The Federal Agent that had that little thing about her that could drive a
man wild in bed without even batting an eyelash? You know how I told
you that she did this little thing with…”
“Okay stop,” Don shuddered recalling his own sexual experiences
with his wife. Taking a step back he felt as if he’d been kicked
in the gut, “I can’t believe that this is happening. I can’t
believe that you and Shannon…”
“Yeah well that’s a hell of a lot more understandable than you
and Shannon,” Brant remarked sharply, “I can’t believe that
you even came into contact with her let alone you’re having wound up
married to her. Don she’s trouble and if I were you, I’d
work on getting that marriage absolved in any way you can come up with…”
“Yeah well you’re not me,” Don replied with a scowl, “In
fact, I think I should leave…”
“What? Don, come on. Don’t tell me you’re upset
with me for being honest with you,” Brant watched his friend’s
face grow red with anger, “Listen to me. I know that Shannon’s
hot and a great time in bed and maybe that’s what you’re trying
to hold onto, but she’s not the marrying kind. She never was and
if you try to get her into the domestic sense, it’s going to blow up
in your face. Her one passion is for her career and that’s where
it ends. I know that you’ve been hoping to find something special
after you lost…”
“That’s not what this is about,” Don waved his hand at him,
ready to lash out at Brant for what he was saying about Shannon, but he stopped
himself, “Look, I’d just appreciate it if you’d stop talking
about my wife that way. It’s disrespectful and…”
“And please tell me that you’re not going to be stupid and try
to make this work. Shannon is ruthless and…” Brant began
again.
“And she’s my wife Brant. Regardless of what the two of
you may or may have not had together once upon a time, it’s over.
She’s my wife now and we’re trying to make this work,” Don
piped in defensively.
“Yeah, well for you, I hope you rethink that notion before it winds
up shattering you. Shannon’s not the kind of woman you can hold
onto after the fun comes to an end. She’s wild, intense and rough
around the edges, but she’s not that whole happily ever after once in
a lifetime kind of gal. It’s not her scene.”
“Maybe that was the Shannon you knew, but the Shannon I married, well
she’s looking for something special,” Don continued thinking about
his plans for saving his marriage.
“For your sake, I hope you’re right on that, but Don, given what
I know about Shannon, I think you’re in for a big heartbreak.
Domestic isn’t her scene and women like her never change. Given
what you need…”
“Let me worry about what I need. You just worry about keeping
your life in tact,” Don motioned to where he and Brant had just left
Avery to rest, “because I think you have a lot more on your hands than
getting caught up in what’s happening with me.”
“Even so, you’re my friend and I felt I should warn you.
Shannon’s a real ball buster and if you’re not careful, well it
could cost you,” Brant informed him honestly.
“It’s a chance I’m willing to take,” Don replied blowing
off his friend’s words as he prepared to go back to the hotel and try
to find a way to reach out to his wife once again.
“Well in that case I wish you a lot of luck man,” Brant followed
him to the door and watching Don leave as he wondered what kind of trouble
Don had gotten himself into this time.
Once Don pulled out of the drive Brant walked up the stairs to discover Avery
sleeping in bed where they’d left her. Sure, maybe things weren’t
perfect between them yet, but they would be. He had high hopes for his
future with Avery. Things were going to work out. He was almost
certain of that, but first he knew there was something he had to do.
Carefully closing the door behind him, he made his way back to the foyer reaching
for his jacket and making his way out into the night air ready to delve into
yet another mystery that could help make his wife’s life easier once
and for all.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Shannon folded her arms out in front of her as she took a deep breath. She
was in the restaurant of her hotel waiting for Diego who had called her earlier
asking if they could meet up and just talk. She slightly smiled as she saw
him walking towards the table. He took a seat across from her as she folded
her arms out in front of her.
“How are you?” Diego questioned sliding his chair closer to the
table as she shrugged.
“I have been doing pretty good,” Shannon nodded slightly before
seeing the slightly tired expression across his face, “What is it that
you have been up to?”
“It’s a long story,” Diego sighed tapping his fingers on
the table lightly before seeing her nod.
“Well, I have a while so why don’t you tell me what is on your
mind,” she insisted as he sighed lightly.
“Well, the other day I had Heather committed with the help of her sister,”
Diego started to explain seeing the confused look on Shannon’s face.
“You what?” Shannon questioned quickly before hearing him sigh
deeply.
“I got Heather committed, I thought she would be more safe there than
with Cameron,” he stated slightly before thinking how wrong he was.
“Now I think that was one of the worst ideas I have come up with.”
“Believe me Diego,” Shannon started with a laugh, “The type
of person Heather is…she is better of being locked up in there anyways.”
Diego ignored the comment as he went on; “For some reason I feel like
I did the wrong thing, but if I left her with Cameron I know she would have
gotten hurt somehow.”
Shannon saw the distraught look behind his eyes as she rested her hand on
top of his soothingly.
“You did the right thing Diego,” she explained before seeing him
shrug, “You were just looking out for her best, that’s all.”
Something caught Diego’s eyes as he looked down, “Wait.”
“What? What is it?” Shannon questioned as he lifted her hand in
his looking at the ring around her finger.
“You’re married?” he questioned lightly seeing her sigh
and look down, “Since when?”
“A while ago,” she informed him as she shook her head lightly.
“Obviously not that long ago considering we were sort of dating once
upon a time there,” he reminded her with a pointed expression.
“Okay so maybe it wasn’t that long ago, but it’s been a
surprise to say the least,” she confessed bringing her other hand to
her face, “but yeah I’m married.”
“To who?” he wondered as she pulled her hand quickly from his
looking down at the ring.
“I don’t think you know him,” she started to explain as
listened to what she had to say, “His name is Don Leveski.”
“No, I don’t know him,” he nodded before frowning slightly,
“How is it that I didn’t know about you getting married?
Granted I know you weren‘t too happy with me for a while there, but
still I thought we were friends.”
“We are friends Diego. Things have been so hectic and…”
she stopped herself, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. I’m being nosy and if you don’t
want to talk about it, then you’re well within your right not to talk
about it,” Diego added honestly, “I won’t push you if you
don’t want to talk about the marriage. If it’s a sore spot
or you’d rather us not talk about this, then…”
“I don’t talk about it because this whole thing was a mistake,”
she replied firmly before running her hand through her hair lightly, “It
was just a big mistake.”
“What do you mean by that?” Diego wondered raising his eyebrow
in curiosity.
“I mean I shouldn’t have married him,” Shannon declared
deeply, “He was just a big mistake.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Deidra turned her attention to the sky above watching the stars overhead as
they seemed to shine just for her and Dean. While they’d been
out here a few days earlier on the backyard with one another, she couldn’t
help but find herself drawn to this special spot between them. Hearing
the sound of his footsteps approaching from behind her, she couldn’t
help but smile.
“There you are,” Dean whispered warmly against the back of her
neck as his arms curled around her, “I was wondering where you drifted
off to. I just finished with the popcorn and…”
“And the night was calling me,” Deidra leaned back into him, “I
couldn’t help but come out here and appreciate that moon.”
“It’s very beautiful,” Dean nodded in agreement, never taking
his eyes off of her, “but it pales in comparison to the woman I’m
holding in my arms.”
“Oh Dean,” Deidra couldn’t help but let out a tiny laugh,
spinning around to face him once again. Their gazes interlocked and
in that moment she found herself lost in the magic that this place had brought
upon them. “You know, I realize that we came here to get away--to
spend some time relaxing…”
“And I hope I gave you just what the doctor ordered,” Dean replied
curling his arms around her to draw her nearer to him.
“You have and the fact that you’ve been so very patient with me
has been such a touching gesture, but the truth to the matter is that I’ve
come down with this sudden fever,” Deidra brought her hand up over her
head, “You see I’ve had these symptoms all day that simply won’t
let up…”
“Symptoms,” Dean repeated with a strange, worried look, “What
kind of symptoms?”
“Well, they started off as these tiny little hot flashes, but then it
turned into a racing pulse, feeling weak in the knees and…” she
caught the first hints of his grin after he’d finally caught on.
“I think I know how to fix that one,” Dean informed her, pulling
her in for a slow, sensual kiss.
“Mmm…” Deidra purred against his mouth as they parted, “I
think that’s a good start, but with this particular illness, I think
I’ll need a more intense approach to treatment…”
“Intense you say,” he couldn’t help but smirk at her request,
“Lucky for you I happen to specialize in intense.”
“You don’t say,” she smiled up at him, “Well now then
I must be in good hands, aren’t I?”
“The best hands in the world,” he boasted leaning forward to kiss
her again when a sudden crashing sound arose from the night.
“What was that,” she practically jumped out of his arms taking
a look around the yard. She could see something moving in over by the
trees near the water, “Dean look.”
“What? I don’t see anything,” Dean blinked back in
confusion.
“Over there,” Deidra pointed again watching as the same rustling
continued, “Dean, I think someone’s over there.”
“I highly doubt it considering that it’s an off season around
here and…” he stopped himself as he too saw what she was pointing
at. With a frown he stepped aside scooting her out of the way, “Deidra
you get back in the house. I’ll go check things out.”
“Dean, I don’t know if you should go out there alone especially
if someone is lurking and…” she started in a panic.
“I’ll be okay,” Dean replied urging her back towards the
house, “Just let me go and see what’s out there.”
“Just be careful,” she warned him, fearing what could be hiding
in the shadows.
“I will be,” he started to step forward before he felt her hand
press in against his arm.
“Dean wait,” she pleaded before motioning over to the tree stump
beside them. There in the center was an axe he’d set there at
an earlier time after chopping some wood, “Take that with you.”
“Deidra, I’m sure it won’t come to that…” he
frowned slightly.
“Please, just take it and if I’m being overly worried, then fine,
but I’d rather be safe than sorry,” she pleaded with him.
“Alright,” he reluctantly agreed tearing the axe from the stump,
“but you get back in the cabin, alright?”
“Alright,” she nodded promising to do as he asked. She watched
him head towards the trees before he glanced over at her waving her towards
the cabin. She nodded accordingly spinning around to enter when she
noticed something gold and glittering on the ground.
“What the…” she began glancing over her shoulder to see
that Dean had in fact gone into the trees to seek out what was lurking out
there. Turning her attention to the ground again, she bent down to discover
a golden heart shaped locket tucked away under the corner of the porch.
Curling her finger ever so carefully she swiped it out from it’s hiding
place.
“How did you get under there,” she questioned taking a moment
to admire it’s beauty despite the concerns that had weighed upon her
earlier. She turned her attention to the clasp on the locket attempting
to open it only to discover that it was broken.
“Hey, what are you still doing out here,” Dean called out from
behind her catching her off guard as she spun around to face him.
“Did you find anything,” she asked still holding the locket between
her fingers.
“No, nothing’s out there,” he shook his head setting the
axe down with the movement, “at least if there was something out there,
it’s gone now.”
“Are you sure,” she questioned with a slight frown.
“I’m positive, but just to be safe, why don’t we take our
little picnic back inside? I can cue up the VCR and…hey what’s
that,” he motioned to her hand.
“Oh I just found this,” she held the locket up for him to take
a look at, “It was on the ground just outside the cabin…”
“It was,” Dean reached for it, his eyes widening for a moment
before he cleared his throat uneasily, “that’s odd…”
“Do you recognize it,” she asked watching him for a long moment
before speaking up again to tease him. “Did it belong to one of
the ladies you’ve brought here before me?”
“Huh? What?” he shook his head before handing it back over
to her, “No, I’ve never seen it before in my life.”
“Hmm, well whomever it belonged to, well they must be sad to have lost
it,” she shrugged her shoulders before holding it up to the moonlight
again. “It is rather beautiful.”
“It looks broken to me,” Dean replied with a wrinkle of his nose,
“I see that the clasp isn’t working right there…”
“Yeah, I guess it’s not, but it’s still pretty…”
she decided with a simple shrug of her shoulders.
“Well, then maybe what we heard before was the owner looking for it.
I haven’t been to this place in a while, so maybe someone else was here
when we weren’t. I have a friend I let stay here every now and
then. Maybe it belongs to a friend of his,” he suggested reaching
for it and putting it into his pocket, “I’ll have to ask him next
time he’s around.”
“Yeah, you should probably do that,” she nodded in response before
offering up a smile, “So what’s on the tube tonight?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Dean winked at her before motioning
to the door, “How about we go inside and find out?”
“After you,” she waved at him.
“Oh no, ladies first. I insist,” he grinned sexily leaning
up against the doorway to watch her walk inside before he pulled the locket
out of his pocket. He eyed it intently for a long moment before he heard
Deidra call out to him again. Quickly he stuffed it into his pocket
again vowing not to let the locket or anything else take away from the vacation
he’d had planned with Deidra. The past could haunt him, but not
tonight…
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Seth reentered his bedroom thinking about what was going on with his sister.
While Jade had finally settled into her room, he knew full well that part
of what was going on was in part due to what was happening with Grady.
He knew full well that what was happening was because of Cameron Stone.
There was no doubt in his mind about the lengths that man had done to in order
to cause trouble for his sister. That in itself was very frustrating,
he realized gently closing his bedroom door behind him.
“I have to find a way to fix this,” he mouthed to himself before
his gaze swept across his room over to the bed. He couldn’t help
but smile as he noticed that Blake had curled up in one of his pajama shirts.
So much for that barely there outfit she’d been wearing earlier, Seth
thought with a small smile while slipping his shirt off over his shoulders.
Quietly he slid into bed beside Blake, feeling her shift a bit into his arms.
“I missed you,” Blake murmured curling her arm around his body,
snuggling in closer to him.
“Sorry I took so long,” he whispered kissing the top of her head,
“Jade was having a bad night.”
“It seems to be going around, doesn’t it,” she sighed heavily,
her eyelashes fluttering open as she held him, “First Kenny and now
Jade…”
“It’s a bad pattern,” he had to admit thinking about the
trouble that seemed to be hanging over both of their families.
“One I hope won’t continue with us,” she expressed her worries
aloud.
“Blake, look I know that things aren’t easy for everyone else
right now, but we’ve finally made it through the hard times,”
he tried to assure her, curling his finger underneath her chin. Her
worried blue eyes tipped up towards his. “We’re almost to
where we were meant to be.”
“I know,” Blake nodded in agreement, “but I guess this is
just the closest it’s ever been for me in terms of happiness.
I mean, I don’t want to sound like a pessimist, but each and every time
I get close to where I want to be in my life, fate rips the very thing that
means the most away from me. It started with my mother, then with Caitlin
and now…”
“Now nothing is going to stand in our way,” he promised her tenderly,
“I have loved you from the first moment I saw you. Blake, nothing
is ever going to change the way I feel about you--or about us. This
wedding means every bit as much to me as it does to you.”
“I just don’t want anything to jinx it,” Blake confessed
shakily, “Seth, after everything that’s already happened since
the day we met…”
“Hey, don’t tell me you’re letting your fears about circumstance
get to you,” he squeezed her in his arms, “I thought that when
you came over here tonight you were feeling particularly enthusiastic about
the wedding and about the ever tempting honeymoon.”
“I was…I mean I am, but well, now I’m just…”
she paused contemplating what words would fit for her tangled emotions, “afraid.”
“Of what,” Seth blinked back at her, “Blake, think of all
the things we’ve made it through thus far. We’ve had a lot
of challenges brought before us, but we’ve only proved our love was
stronger than those things.”
“I know that. I really, truly do,” she began sitting upright,
unable to suppress the worries that consumed her, “but then I think
about Kenny and Caitlin. They thought that they had everything in order--that
everything was going perfect for them, but look what happened. Just
when they thought they had all the time in the world the bombing happened
and it tore their lives apart.”
“Blake, that was something that no one imagined or expected,”
Seth reached out to her, “If anyone had any idea…”
“No one has any idea and that’s kind of my point,” Blake
blurted out in a frenzy, “We never know if today is our last day or
what tomorrow brings. All we have is this moment and if we don’t
act upon it and seize the day…”
“Blake, hey where is this coming from,” he asked reaching for
her hand. Lifting it to his lips and kissing it tenderly, his soulful
brown eyes gazed into hers, “Did something happen?”
“No, but I have this feeling that something will. I’m so
afraid that our big day will come and go and we won’t be married because
something went wrong,” Blake revealed with an emphatic sigh.
“I know what this is about,” Seth replied after a long pause,
“this is about that stupid talk show you had on earlier, isn’t
it?”
“No, that’s not it,” she paused for a moment thinking about
what she’d watched when she was worried about her brother, “Well,
maybe it might’ve inspired this given that the woman on television tried
nine times to marry her true love and all nine times it never worked out.
Then when he was hit by a bus…”
“Blake, honey, that’s not going to happen to us,” Seth tried
to alleviate her fears, “We’re going to get married and when we
do, well everything is going to be perfect.”
“You say that now, but how do we know? How does anyone ever know?
I mean here we are making all these big plans and what if something happens
and…” he stopped her words of panic with a soft, soothing kiss.
Easing his fingers over the soft hollow of her cheekbones as their kiss expanded,
he felt her worries melting away. Reluctantly, he eased away from her,
his concerned gaze still upon her, “Blake, sweetie we aren’t like
those couples on television…”
“I know that,” she replied fanning her fingers over the muscled
expanse of his steely abdomen, “but I just can’t help but be afraid…”
“There’s absolutely nothing to be afraid of,” he whispered
caressing her lips again, “This wedding will happen.”
“I know, but with all the planning and the things that have gone wrong
in the past,” she sighed, dropping her head back as Seth lavished her
with kiss after savory kiss.
“Everything will be fine Blake. We’re going to have the
dream wedding you’ve always wanted,” he mouthed sealing his promise
with a slow, seductive kiss, “We’re going to be married soon and
when we are, well nothing in this world is going to keep us from sharing our
dreams of forever with one another.”
“Nothing?” she repeated, her blue eyes widening with hope.
“Absolutely nothing,” he murmured, his breath a small, heated
whisper over hers. “We’re really going to have it all Blake.”
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” she confessed
easing down into the blankets once again.
“If you’re anything like me, then I’m sure it’s something
that you’ve spent your life hoping for,” he replied in a soft,
urgent tone, his hand brushing in against her golden curls before his thumb
pressed gingerly over her bottom lip, “because I’ve spent all
of mine dreaming of the day you’d walk into my life.”
“Oh Seth,” Blake replied sliding in closer to him in the hopes
of sharing the night with the man she loved. Maybe she was overreacting.
Maybe that’s what was really going on, but given her history, she was
just afraid that the Ashford curse would come back to haunt her. No,
Seth was right. It wouldn’t happen this time. Life couldn’t
be that cruel to her again, could it?”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Brant adjusted his jacket knowing that he shouldn’t be here tonight,
but at the same time he wasn’t about to back down from this mission
he’d embarked upon. Taking a second to compose himself he reached
for the door walking confidently over to the front desk.
“Yes,” the woman behind it questioned, “may I help you?”
“As a matter of fact I believe you can,” he quickly pulled his
wallet out and flashed the woman his id, “I’m Doctor Ramsey and
I’m here to see a patient. Her name is Heather Gibbons.”
“Doctor, I’m afraid I can’t let you do that given that it’s
after visiting hours,” the woman explained with a slight frown.
“I realize that,” he eyed the woman’s identification badge
curiously, “Mary, but Dr. Hernandez sent me over for a consult.
It appears that the patient is less than responsive to treatment and he’d
like me to take a look at her. I would’ve been here sooner, but
I had to talk one of my other patients off of a rooftop after he tried to
kill himself. I was with him for five hours before I was able to talk
him down…and then I had to make a three hour drive all the way out here
to come and see my patient, so really the last thing I want to do is stand
here and have you tell me that I can’t see her.”
“I’m sorry doctor, but I can’t break the rules…”
she started to apologize.
“No, of course you can’t, but I don’t really see this as
breaking the rules. It’s more like bending them since I promised
my colleague that I would be here sooner,” Brant continued adjusting
the glasses he’d put on to add to the effect he was going for, “Surely
you can give me a few minutes with Ms. Gibbons, can’t you Mary?”
“I don’t really think that I can. I mean I’m new and
I really don’t want to get into trouble around here considering that…”
she began nervously unable to take her eyes off of him. He could see
the color rising in her cheeks and he decided to lay on the charms a bit.
“It’ll be our little secret Mary,” he assured reaching out
to touch her hand gingerly, “by the way has anyone ever told you how
smooth your hands are?”
“Really,” she half giggled, “well I have a really good moisturizer
and…”
“And I think it’s got nothing to do with your moisturizer and
everything to do with you,” he leaned in closer to her, “Tell
me are you seeing anyone Mary?”
“Not at the moment,” she giggled once again and in that moment
Brant knew she’d taken the bait.
“Hmm, well in that case, how about you and I talk about setting up a
dinner date perhaps. Maybe after I speak with Ms. Gibbons…”
he suggested in a low, sensual tone.
“Well, I really shouldn’t, but since you did drive all this way,”
she pressed the button to allow him access to the area behind her.
“What room did you say she was in?” Brant questioned teasing his
index finger over her palm again.
“Let me check,” she stammered turning her attention to the computer
before finding what he was looking for, “She’s in solitary right
now Dr. Ramsey, but if you’d like me to go and get her out, then…”
“That’s okay,” Brant flashed her a sexy smile. “I’ll
find it myself.”
“Okay,” she nodded practically drooling at him as she watched
him make his way into the secure area. Brant waved back at her again
before turning to look at the hallway ahead of him. That had been easier
than he’d anticipated, but now the real mission was at hand.
Reading a few signs on the wall Brant easily located the area in which Heather
had been being held. Once he’d made his way to the door, he reached
into his pocket pulling out the key card that he’d also swiped during
his flirting session with Mary. Once he pushed it into the lock, it
opened and Brant made his way into the darkness not quite sure what he would
find.
“Go away,” he heard a voice rise from the far corner of the room.
He sought out the sound seeing nothing but blackness around him until he felt
a slam into his side. “I said go away you pervert.”
“Whoa, hold on a second,” he gulped feeling another jab to his
ribs as he tried to get away.
“I know why you’re here you sick pervert. You might think
that because I’m in here that I’m stupid, but I’m not about
to let you molest me because my bitch sister warped Diego’s mind and…”
Heather charged at him ready to assault him once again, but this time Brant
was ready for her. He reached for her arms preventing another painful
attack.
“Heather it’s me. It’s Brant,” he tried to calm
her down urging her to hush her voice a bit so that they wouldn’t be
discovered.
“Brant,” she repeated disbelieving until he saw her green eyes
shining through the darkness that surrounded them. She let out a tiny
yelp before staggering away from him, “oh God, what are you doing here?”
“I came to see you,” he explained quietly, “I wanted to
check in on you.”
“You shouldn’t be here,” she turned her face away from him
trying to hide the burns that covered the side of her body, “Why are
you here?”
“Because I heard Diego talking about what he did to you. I heard
him say that he’d had you locked up in here and…” he stopped
himself as a sudden thought occurred to him, “Did you just say that
your bitch sister locked you up in here? Heather, you don’t have
a sister.”
“Yes I do,” she groaned back at him.
“You do?” he blinked back in confusion, “but I thought you
were an only child. You said that your parents died and…”
“And I lied,” she snapped tilting her head to the side to glare
at him from behind a cascade of blonde hair, “I have a sister.”
“Well, that’s nice you decided to share that one with me now considering
that you spilled that sob story about how your family was dead and you were
the only one that…” he began harshly thinking of all the many
lies Heather had spun where he was concerned. “Never mind, I didn’t
come here to argue about that…”
“Fine, then why are you here?” she questioned blankly.
“As much as it pains me to be saying this, I need a favor out of you,”
Brant confessed openly.
“Really, and just what might that favor be?” she folded her arms
in front of her chest before finally taking a long look at him before rolling
her eyes, “Tell me why are you dressed up in that ridiculous doctor
getup? Like anyone would believe that you were even remotely connected
to the medical career…”
“Look Heather, this isn’t about me or what I’m wearing.
This is about my coming to you for information and if you help me, then I’ll
help you. It’s as simple as that,” Brant stated plainly,
“Now you have something I want and I hope we can come to terms on an
arrangement.
“I’m listening,” Heather snapped back at him unsure of what
his angle was.
“I need to know everything you know about Cameron. I learned you
married the bastard and I want to know what he’s told you about his
agenda--more specifically what he’s told you about his involvement with
Kipp Mahoney,” Brant blurted out urgently.
“And just what makes you think that I’d tell you a damn thing
about anything related to Cameron? The last time I checked you weren’t
particularly nice to me,” she threw back at him harshly.
“Even so, right now I’m your only shot of getting out of this
place,” Brant remarked sourly, “If you tell me what I want to
know, then I’ll help you get out of here. That is what you want,
isn’t it?”
“Why should I believe anything you’re saying,” she glared
at him.
“Fine, then don’t. See if I care, but when the perverted
orderly comes in here to violate you a million and one ways with a stethoscope,
then don’t come crying to me,” he started to turn away only to
feel her hand press upon his arm.
“Fine, okay. Maybe I might think about it,” Heather’s
voice grew desperate, “but only if you get me out of here first.”
“I’ll only get you out of here if you give me what I want,”
Brant warned her sharply, “because I swear to you Heather if I sneak
you out of this place and then you betray me like you’re in the habit
of doing, then that’s it for you. I’ll be the first one
to call the police and tell them that you broke loose from this loony bin
and made your way over to the mansion to screw things up for me. I’ll
tell them all about how you broke into my home and tried to cause a scene…”
“Fine,” she curled her lip in a pout, “Anything you want
to know, it’s yours. Are you happy now?”
“I’m getting there,” he smiled proudly, “but for now,
well let’s start with getting you dressed. I’m not really
one for hospitals and this place is a bit creepy.”
“No kidding,” Heather replied with a groan, “but if you
haven’t noticed wonder boy, I don’t exactly have anything to change
into.”
“Yeah and I’m sure that must be killing you since you’re
not one for the whole hospital gown look,” he feigned a shudder before
reaching back to behind where he stood. Tossing a few things in her
general direction, he motioned for her to take them, “Use that.”
“What is it?” she asked reaching down to pick up what he’d
given her.
“It’s your ticket out of here, so get dressed,” Brant replied
insisted wondering if he could pull this escape off. Somehow he hoped
that he could find a way to make miracles happen starting with Heather.
He heard her shuffling around in the room behind him
“Ready,” she asked stepping in behind him to alert him to the
fact that she was dressed.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Brant replied with a quick nod
vowing to do everything in his power to take Cameron down using Heather to
give him what he needed in the process.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Susan put her feet up on her desk roughly taking in a deep breath as she brought
the small glass up to her mouth. She gulped down the last sip of her vodka
before reaching for the bottle that was on her desk. She took another large
gulp from her bottle before sighing deeply.
“What is wrong with me?” Susan questioned to herself thinking
of all the things that has been going all wrong for her. “I mean I know
I haven’t lost my touch.”
Susan thought back to all the moments of her great thoughts of getting Grady,
Ken, and Kyle. It was obvious that Grady could care less, but that still didn’t
bother her. Ken would break soon or a later, but that wasn’t enough
for her. Kyle, the name replayed in her mind over and over again as she smiled
slightly.
“I just haven’t even begun on him yet,” Susan smiled slightly
before dropping her feet to the ground and scooting her chair closer to the
desk as she grabbed the picture of Kyle and Grady at her wedding from her
desk.
She ran her fingers over the outline of his form on the picture, “Kyle,
you will be mine.”
She frowned thinking of that stupid girl he stated that he loved. She shook
her head with a slight smile before setting the picture down.
“You will see that I am so much better than that bore you‘re with,
Kyle,” Susan insisted looking at the picture, “I know you want
me deep down…I know it.” She stood up looking out the window as
she smiled, “I will have you.”
She repeated the phrase a few more times before getting a great idea, “Let’s
see what you are doing right now Mr. Houston.”
She grabbed her coat before leaving with a wide smile across her features.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“I love that movie,” Sarah smiled hugging the pillow next to her
as Kyle stood up to stretch. “Thanks Kyle, you are making me feel a
lot better.”
“I like to hear that, but you see as you know that’s not the last
thing I had to make you feel better,” he smiled before holding his hands
out to hers to help her up and he walked her to the kitchen. “While,
I get this ready for you, how about you tell me what was bothering you?”
Sarah shrugged slightly as she watched him open a drawer, “I don’t
know, just the usual.”
“Yeah and what might be the usual?” he questioned before raising
his eyebrow at her slightly shaking his head.
“Well, all this stuff with Heather and Charles. I just think Heather
needs to grow up,” she sighed slightly before explaining again, “I
just feel bad because Charles may grow up never having a real mother.”
“Sarah,” Kyle started slightly before walking towards her with
a plate in his hand, “I think Charles is lucky because he has an aunt
like you.”
“I know, but…” she started before he cut her off putting
his finger in front of her mouth lightly.
“Just take a bite of this and it will cure everything,” Kyle smiled
before holding a spoon of strawberry cheesecake.
“I wish,” she laughed before he frowned slightly and shook his
head with a slight smile.
“Trust Doctor Houston, he knows what is best,” Kyle insisted before
smiling, “Now take a bite.”
She opened her mouth as he fed it to her slowly; something about him always
took her worries away.
“What about you?” she questioned as he set the plate on the counter
and smiled.
“I can have a taste right now,” Kyle stated as he pulled her close
to his body tightly.
“Really? And how will you do that?” she questioned seeing him
shrug before grinning slightly.
“Like this,” he replied before leaning down and capturing her
lips in a tempting way.
She smiled as she broke the kiss almost out of breath, “You know what
else is bothering me? Cameron, I just can’t believe how he…”
she was cut off again as he pressed his lips against hers again wrapping his
arm around her waist tightly. He walked forward making her take steps backward
slowly.
“I just can’t believe how Cameron thinks he rules everyone,”
Sarah got out before grabbing the bottom of Kyle’s shirt and pulling
it over his head quickly. “I just think that man is so wrong.”
Kyle leaned forward kissing her deeply before leaning back slightly and taking
in a deep breath, “Sarah, shut up.”
“Okay,” she nodded as she felt the back of her leg hit the couch
as she fell back on the couch and Kyle got above her slowly.
She closed her eyes feeling his mouth travel up the smooth skin of her neck
before feeling his lips cover hers again.
“I love you,” Kyle sighed before kissing her lightly as he ran
his fingertips along her arm slightly.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Carly entered the bar thinking about what she’d heard back at the Ashford
mansion. While she knew this was the last place she should be, something
couldn’t bring her to go back to the hotel. Sure, she knew that
she shouldn’t be upset. Heaven knows that she and Ken were more
than likely going to make love before Dave showed up, but still that didn’t
make the pain in her heart go away upon hearing Dave’s thoughts on how
life should’ve been with Deidra. That in itself only reaffirmed
all her fears and worries about how he felt about the woman she could never
measure up to.
“Give me the best thing you have here sure to give you the quickest
kick,” Carly ordered the bartender, slamming her fist down on the countertop,
“and keep them coming.”
“You don’t want to do that,” Dave slid in beside her watching
the obvious pain cross over her features at his presence.
“Yes, I do,” she nodded emphatically before rising from the bar
stool she’d been seated upon, “and don’t presume to tell
me what it is I should or shouldn’t want…”
“First of all, I wish you didn’t run away like that,” Dave
reached for her catching her arm in his hand. “Carly, at least
let me talk to you. Let me explain.”
“I think what you said at Ken’s said it all Dave,” she threw
back pointedly.
“I didn’t know you were there,” he offered up in his own
defense.
“Obviously,” she rolled her eyes accepting her drink from the
bartender before walking away from him.
“Carly, that’s not what I meant. I mean…” he
frowned heavily feeling as if he’d been kicked in the gut. Groaning
inwardly, he marched after her, “Carly at least let me explain this
one.”
“Oh I think your words were more than enough,” she spun around
to face him, her face twisted in anger.
“Carly, look it’s not how it came out. I don’t love
Deidra,” he blurted out emphatically, “it’s just that Ken
got me upset and…”
“And you let your real feelings come out in the heat of the moment,
but you know what? That’s okay Dave. I kind of always thought
that you were hoping for a happily ever after with her and now I know the
truth. It’s clear that you’re not over Deidra by a long
shot and hey I can deal with that. I can deal with the fact that you
never loved me--that what we had was nothing compared to what it is you and
Deidra could’ve had together. I understand that, so there’s
nothing more to explain,” she spun on her heel stomping off in the hopes
of getting away from him.
“Carly that’s not fair,” Dave continued to follow her refusing
to give up on the conversation, “Yes, I’ll admit that my feelings
for Deidra have consumed a great deal of my life, but they aren’t the
same as what I feel for you.”
“And what is it exactly that you feel for me Dave?” she questioned
harshly, “Was our whole relationship about you settling since the one
woman you wanted you couldn’t have? I mean is that all I ever
was to you? A sloppy second since you couldn’t be with Deidra?”
“No, that wasn’t it at all,” he shook his head adamantly,
“It’s just that with Ken... Damn it Carly he’s on
this self defeating cycle right now and he wants to take everyone else around
him down in the process…”
“It looks like you did a fine job of that yourself tonight,” she
glared up at him, “Ken didn’t twist your arm into saying what
you did.”
“No, but he goaded me to a point and well, you just don’t understand,”
he argued with her.
“Oh of course not. I mean how could I understand the way you feel
about Deidra when clearly I was in the dark believing that you’d felt
something like that for me? I mean my God, how stupid was I? I
can’t believe that I really thought that we had something special,”
Carly shook her head, “but it’s okay. It doesn’t matter
anymore.”
“Yes it does. Carly believe me it does. Look, I know I screwed
up and I made some monumental mistakes with us, but I’m sorry,”
Dave pleaded with her, “Carly, I did love you. I do love you…”
“But not enough, right?” she threw back at him before waving her
hand at him dismissively, “Just forget it. It’s not like
we’re together or are getting back together. Hell, I don’t
even think we were really together when we were in our relationship, were
we?”
“Carly, I wanted to give you everything,” Dave reached out to
her once again, his fingers moving in over hers, “I wanted to be the
kind of man you needed.”
“But just like everything else, you couldn’t give me that, could
you?” she replied coldly before letting out a long sigh, “Look,
Dave, I’m not about to pass judgment upon you because I’ve made
more than my fair share of mistakes. I’ve been an idiot and I’ve
done things that only prove that you and I weren’t ever meant to be
together. Just hearing you say that about Deidra, well it just kind
of hit the point home for me. I just can’t believe that we stuck
it out so long wasting one another’s time when we were so obviously
not meant for one another.”
“Carly, that’s not true,” he pleaded with her, “When
I met you things were complicated in my life, but damn it I did love you.
I wanted for us to find a way to work things out between us. I wanted
to be over this stupid fixation I had on Deidra…”
“But you couldn’t do it, could you? I wasn’t enough
for you to want to try,” Carly sighed feeling his fingers slide in over
her wrist, “Dave, look let’s not fool ourselves about where this
was always headed. We had disaster spelled all over us from the get
go…”
“No, we didn’t. We just let circumstances tear us apart,”
he replied boldly taking a step towards her, “but I’m not about
to let circumstances take this away again.”
“This time you don’t have a choice,” she replied sadly,
her eyes filling with tears.
“Yes, I do,” he informed her point blank, crushing her into his
arms as his lips dared her to deny the spark between him. She let out
a tiny whimper dropping her drink as he pulled her into his arms, the heat
of their kiss radiating the both of them to the core in his unexpected approach.
While they’d had something special together, Dave had never been one
to assert himself about things. Perhaps that was his biggest mistake
he realized. In holding back, he’d allowed Carly to slip out of
his life, but tonight he wanted more than anything to find a way to fix the
mess that they’d fallen into with one another. His arm curled
around her spine, hugging her close to him--all the while not caring what
was happening around them.
“Dave,” she breathed his name as their lips finally parted.
Her forehead pressed in against his and he could feel her heart pounding beside
his.
“Please don’t run away from me Carly,” he begged of her,
“I know I don’t deserve a second chance, but I can’t afford
to let you leave me again. I’ve waited too long to find happiness
in my life to let my illusions about how things should’ve been piss
it all away.”
“Dave, I wish it were that simple, but…” she started feeling
a flushed heat rise over her features.
“There are no buts Carly. It’s just you and me and tonight
I want to find a way to fix this. I know we can fix it somehow,”
he shook his head at her words, lowering his lips to hers once again as he
vowed to find a way to change the direction of where their relationship had
been headed up until now. Maybe just maybe if he tried hard enough,
they would have an opportunity to make it together after all.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Avery felt a breeze sweep in over her despite the blanket she remembered covering
herself in. There was a rustling sound outside and she could swear she
heard the faint tapping of something on the floor. Opening her eyes,
she felt herself overcome with a feeling of grogginess as an ache swelled
up over her body. There was a familiar aftershave in the air and then…
“Sleeping beauty finally arises,” the chilling voice spoke smoothly
as Avery felt a scream build in the back of her throat.
“Bruce,” Avery gasped in horror attempting to get up off of the
bed only to discover that her wrists were bound by something. Tilting
her head upward, she noticed that she was handcuffed to the headboard--her
wrist tangled up in some kind of twisted concoction that Bruce had put together
with the restraints.
“And here I was afraid you wouldn’t be around to partake in all
of tonight’s activities,” Bruce seethed before sliding in beside
her. His hand pressed in over her abdomen while a look of menace, “It’s
almost time for us to take our relationship to the next level together.”
“Don’t touch me!” Avery shouted looking to the window only
to discover the blackness of the night beyond where she lay. She writhed
and struggled to break free of her restraints, but it was too late.
He’d already broken her strength away from her. She twisted at
her wrist again only to feel the weight of Bruce pressing down over her shoulders.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Bruce sneered down at her his
eyes wild with the madness burning inside of him, “but I’m afraid
that the whole baby makes three scenario just isn’t going to work for
us.”
“No, oh God no,” Avery shouted straining to find a way out of
this--to see some miracle that would bring an end to this horror she’d
somehow fallen into. She shifted away from him again only to see him
pulling a syringe out of his pocket.
“Trust me sweetheart. This will only hurt but a second,”
Bruce smiled wickedly down at her, “I promise to be gentle and before
you know it, we’ll be able to move on with our lives without anyone
else getting in the way.”
“No, no. Please, someone help me. Oh God…someone…anyone,”
Avery pleaded her heart pounding furiously in her chest as her biggest fears
were becoming a reality. She tried to kick her foot only to feel the
burn of the ropes that Bruce had used to bind her down on the bed.
“Avery, this would be a lot easier if you’d just cooperate,”
Bruce ordered, his voice commanding her attention. Still the way he
looked at her was enough to let her know that she wouldn’t be making
it out of this situation unscathed if she cooperated. Her gaze dropped
to the needle again and a blood-curdling scream fell from her lips.
“I said shut up,” Bruce snarled, his face twisted beyond anything
Avery could remember seeing from him. He leaned in closer to her, the
needle ready to pierce her skin and take her dreams away from her forever,
but in that moment Avery felt one of the ropes around her ankle loosening.
“Stop fighting fate Avery. It will be so much better for us if
you’d just cooperate.”
“No, I’ll never cooperate with you on this. You aren’t
going to kill my baby,” Avery screamed louder than before. She
felt herself fueled with a need to break free--a need to protect her daughter
at any cost. In that moment she felt her foot free from the binds that
Bruce had put upon her. She kicked her leg out, sending his needle flying
across the floor as he fell back in surprise.
“Help! Someone help me!” she shouted in the midst of trying
to free herself more completely.
“You bitch!” Bruce roared charging towards her leaving her to
feel the sudden pain of his slap across her cheek, “I could’ve
given you everything. I wanted to give you the world, but it was never
good enough for you. It’s never been good enough, but the truth
to the matter is that you’re not good enough Avery. I thought
I could save you--that I could spare you from the pain that life has given
you, but remember you brought this on yourself!”
“No,” she gurgled feeling blood pooling in the back of her throat
as the needle he held jammed into her arm.
“Avery,” another voice rose from outside.
“Grady,” she immediately recognized his voice, her heart hammering
in her chest, “Grady I’m in here. Grady, it’s Bruce
he’s…”
“Shut up,” Bruce warned clamping his hand down over her mouth.
He pushed harder than before, covering her nose as well so that she couldn’t
breathe. It was in that moment she felt a panic attack coming on.
The needle was still lodged in the bend of her arm, Bruce’s violent
presence overpowering her and as the front door opened, she saw the barrel
of Bruce’s gun aimed right at Grady. There was a silence and then
the shot of a sound firing erupted from her ears.
“No, please no!” Avery shrieked with obvious terror as she opened
her eyes to find herself surrounded by darkness again. Tears streamed
down her cheeks as it took all her effort to breathe.
“Avery, hey it’s okay,” a comforting voice broke through
the blackness, “Hey, it was just a bad dream. You’re safe
now.”
“Brant,” Avery spoke his name, turning to see his dark eyes reaching
out to her through the blackness of the bedroom. Bruce was no longer
with her, the gun was no longer threatening to take away life as she knew
it, but more so she was still at the Ashford mansion with Brant beside her.
Unable to contain herself, she fell into his open arms, her tears consuming
her as he held her.
“Hey, it’s going to be okay,” he replied in a soft, soothing
tone, “Whatever it was you were dreaming about, it’s over now.”
“No, it’s not over,” she shook her head burying her face
in his chest as her tears burned her to the core, “It’s no where
near being over Brant. He knows. Bruce knows what we’ve
done and he’s going to come after us. He was trying to kill my
little girl and…”
“Avery listen to me,” he coaxed her into tilting her head up to
meet his worried gaze, “Bruce isn’t here. He’s somewhere
out there, but I swear to you that he’s not going to find a way inside
this place. You’re safe at the mansion. It was just a bad
dream.”
“No, it was real. It was so real,” she shook her head adamantly,
“Brant he knows what we’ve done…what we said and he’s
coming after me. He’s going to try to take my daughter and…”
“And you need to calm down,” he placed his hands on her shoulders
to stop her from trembling like a leaf, “Avery, this isn’t going
to help anything if you start to hyperventilate.”
“It just felt so real…so horrible…so…” she trailed
off dropping her head against his bare chest again. “Brant, what
are we going to do? How can we keep going on like this when we both
know what I’ve done? Brant, sooner or later this is going to come
back to…”
“Hey, your secret is safe with me,” he replied tenderly, brushing
his fingers through her damp dark hair while cradling her closer to him, “Avery,
no one is going to hurt you. You’re safe now.”
“I wish I could believe that,” Avery whimpered unable to shield
her fears any longer, “Brant, when I lost Russ I thought that was the
end of me, but if I lost my little girl…”
“You’re not going to lose your little girl,” he promised
her, curling his finger underneath her chin. He urged her to meet his
eyes again, “I swear to you that you’re not going to lose her.
You have my word on that.”
“But…” she started feeling him cup her face in his hands
as their eyes connected.
“But when have I lead you astray Avery,” he questioned, using
his thumbs to wipe the tears away from her face before he leaned forward placing
feathery light kisses over her damp cheeks. Feeling her tremble beneath
his touch, he urged her in closer to him as his lips moved in over her forehead,
grazing over her damp lashes before his mouth met hers with a sudden tenderness
that rocked the both of them to silence. Finally he pulled away from
her, his eyes still fixed upon her completely.
“Avery, I swear to you that I’m not going to let anything happen
to your daughter. All of your secrets are safe with me,” he assured
her, a small, sad smile tracing over his lips, “Bruce isn’t going
to hurt you. He doesn’t have that kind of power anymore.”
“I’m just so afraid,” she admitted freely thinking about
the vividness behind her horrifying dream.
“Don’t be afraid,” he coaxed her to silence with another
slow, gentle kiss, “Don’t be afraid again. Not with me at
your side.”
“Brant, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” she
confided, her heart racing in her chest, “I owe you so much. I
owe my life to you--my daughter’s life to you…”
“No, Avery, you don’t owe me anything,” he cut her off abruptly,
his lips merging with hers again. It was in that moment that he found
himself overcome with a need to take her pain away from her--to keep her from
that nightmare that had haunted her, “None of this was your fault.
You need to know that.”
“I never should’ve sucked you into this. I shouldn’t
have put you in a position to be with me like this when…” she
started her words broken by emotion, “Brant, you deserve so much more
than I can give you--so much more than…”
“You’re all I want Avery,” he interrupted, curling his arm
around her waist to draw her in nearer to him, “You’re all I’ve
ever wanted.”
“Oh Brant,” she blurted out feeling herself overcome with so many
mixed emotions. If that dream had been any indication of where the future
was headed, she knew that she was in for a long, dark road--one that would
surely take her under should she go it alone. With Brant she had a chance
to make things work--an opportunity to be safe and as he held her, she needed
to feel protected tonight.
“Avery, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured against the base
of her throat, teasing his lips up and down over the soft curve leading to
her pulse.
“Brant, I just want for you to be happy--for you to have what you deserve,”
she confessed with a small sigh tipping her head back ever so slightly as
her fingers coiled through his dark hair.
“Oh believe me,” he smiled inwardly all the while coaxing her
down onto the mattress. Instinctively his fingers searched out the knot
in the robe she’d been wearing and with one simple flick of his wrist,
he pulled apart the material seeing the nightshirt she’d been dressed
in. The silken material seemed to melt away in his fingers as he coaxed
her towards him. Swiftly he tore the nightshirt away from her body,
exposing her soft skin to his hungry eyes before dropping his voice to a barely
there whisper, “I’ll get exactly what I deserve.”
“What,” she questioned enveloping him in her arms as her own desperate
touch eased up over his spine, “what did you say?”
“I said I love you,” he mouthed devouring her lips in his before
moving in over her ready to explore all the fantasies that Brant had about
the woman in his arms. He could feel the passion behind her responses,
the desperation behind her needy caresses alerting him that she needed to
hold onto someone as much as he yearned to reach out to her tonight.
As he felt her walls breaking down before him with the clothing barriers between
them, he knew that there would be no turning back. This was that now
or never moment in their relationship as he moved in over her ready to join
them as one. His gaze swept from her lips to her sad, tortured eyes.
In that moment he felt a fleck of guilt carry over him, but in feeling her
eager hands nudging them towards completion, he couldn’t help but give
in to the intensity of the situation. Letting out a small sigh, his
lips dropped down upon her shoulder as their bodies completed one another.
It was in that moment he realized that tonight was a turning point between
the both of them. She had finally given herself to Brant in every way
imaginable and as their lovemaking progressed, Ken realized that it was a
pity that Brant hadn’t been there to share that magical moment with
her.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Tonight was,” Deidra began a smile spreading over her beautiful
face as she reached for Dean’s hand, “everything I needed.”
“That’s kind of what I was hoping for,” he confessed raising
her hand to his lips. He pressed a tender kiss upon her creamy soft
skin as his eyes met hers, “I wanted you to be able to enjoy yourself.”
“I’ve been enjoying myself with you quite a lot lately,”
Deidra admitted with a tiny laugh, “probably far too much to be honest
with you.”
“You can never have too much of a good thing,” Dean replied leaning
in to kiss her.
“Is that right,” she questioned throwing her arms around his neck.
Feeling the weight of his body in over her, she tugged him back down onto
the sofa with her to continue this erotic exploration between them.
Tracing his spine with her finger tips, she could feel the warmth of his body
emanating into her. In that moment she found herself craving something
more--something that they’d hinted at with one another for so very long.
It had been quite a while since she’d had the butterflies in her stomach,
the obvious anticipation crawling over her body, yet with each stroke of Dean’s
tongue in unison with hers, she yearned for more.
“Deidra,” he spoke her name in a labored breath, his eyes wide
with excitement and enthusiasm as their lips parted.
“This has probably been one of the greatest vacations of my life,”
she revealed reaching out to him once again in another bold attempt to take
things to the next level between them.
“For me too,” Dean replied diving in to indulge in the moment,
but as things started to heat up for them, there was a faint vibrating sound
that brought them back to reality.
“What’s that,” she asked breathlessly feeling him pull away
from her.
“It’s my pager,” he frowned before letting out a groan.
“I said I’d be unavailable for the time being, but obviously someone
didn’t pay attention.”
“Now it sounds like my life,” she laughed lightly thinking of
the always being on duty part of being a doctor. She watched Dean pull
his pager out of his pocket to inspect the number on it, “So does duty
call?”
“Actually,” Dean frowned down at her, “this is kind of important.
I have to make a call otherwise, well…”
“I understand,” Deidra sat up straighter, bringing her fingers
up through her dark hair. She cleared her throat uneasily wondering
if fate was trying to give her a sign. She’d leapt into something
with Christian…um Bruce and it had ended badly. She’d almost
jumped into something physical with Dave and now with Dean, well maybe she
was rushing things. “Actually it’s kind of late and I was
thinking about taking a shower before bed.”
“That sounds like a good idea. I was thinking we’d go out
on the boat tomorrow and it’s always good to get an early start with
fishing,” Dean smiled at her shifting on his feet uneasily.
“Yeah, the fish like to bite early in the morning,” she replied
feeling suddenly stupid for saying something that sounded so ridiculous.
Quickly she scurried to her feet, “Well, I should probably get a jump
start on that shower.”
“That’s probably a good idea,” he nodded in agreement before
reaching out to her, “but before you go…”
“Yes,” she started feeling him pull her into his arms for one
last, longing kiss. When they parted she felt her knees knocking a bit
as she gave him one last look, “See you in the morning.”
“I can’t wait,” Dean waved watching her disappear down the
hallway as he found himself wishing that he didn’t have to make this
stupid phone call. Looking to his pager again, he started to grumble
hating that a perfectly good moment had been ruined by the page.
Reaching into his pocket once again, he pulled out the locket Deidra had found
outside and his mood suddenly darkened. It was the last thing he’d
ever expected to see again, but now as it glistened and glimmered underneath
the lighting of his office, he wondered how he’d overlooked such a small
trinket. Sure, he’d always appreciated this particular locket,
but when Deidra had found it, he’d been at a loss. He wasn’t
quite sure how to respond, but the truth was that she was much better not
knowing the truth. That made things so much easier.
Quickly tucking the locket away in his top desk drawer, Dean looked up to
make sure that he was still alone. Finally he reached for the phone
dialing the number all the while feeling very impatient. It rang three
times before the voice on the other end of the line picked up.
“It took you long enough Carlisle,” the man scowled in response,
“I paged you at least half a dozen times this week.”
“I was busy,” Dean replied gruffly, “I said I didn’t
want to be bothered…”
“Whether or not you wanted to be bothered, you don’t really have
a choice in the matter. I sent you something that you might appreciate.
You could say you’ve got mail,” the voice explained bluntly, “You’d
be best to check it out and see if you have an appreciation for what the message
holds in it.”
“Yeah, I’ll jump right on it,” Dean snapped back at the
voice, “and don’t try to contact me again because I won’t
return the call.”
Dean finished the phone call before turning on his computer. He waited
for it to boot up all the while finding him even more agitated that he’d
been bothered at his hideaway. He had plans for this time with Deidra
and the last thing he wanted was outside intrusion. Of course it was
a little too late for that now. He turned his attention to the monitor,
pulling up his e-mail when he noticed there were five new messages awaiting
his viewing.
The first three were junk mail, but the forth was a bit more cryptic with
the subject ‘A Hot One, Eh?’. Dean shook his head before
clicking the read button. Slowly an image of a woman’s butchered
body began to fill the screen, giving off the gruesome view of one man’s
appreciation for the far more perverse side of things. At the bottom
of the image was the caption, ‘Interested?’ leaving no other words
beyond that. Dean scrolled up again to take another look at the photo
when he heard the sounds of footsteps in the hallway.
“Dean,” Deidra popped her head into he study after a couple of
knocks on the door. Quickly Dean turned off the monitor tipping his
head up to look at her.
“Yes?” he replied swiftly--perhaps too fast to seem natural as
he looked at her, “Can I help you?”
“I don’t mean to interrupt, but I don't have any more towels in
the guest bathroom. I was wondering if I could use some of yours,”
Deidra began clearing her throat uneasily.
“You can do more than that. I’ll let you use my shower,”
Dean suggested taking another look at his monitor before stepping towards
the door to casually scoot her out of the room, “What do you say?”
“Are you sure?” she questioned gazing up at him with wide eyes,
“I mean I don’t want to impose…”
“It’s not an imposition,” Dean shook his head, “I
don’t mind at all.”
“Well, since you’re being so generous, what do you say you join
me,” she blurted out in a suggestive tone, surprising herself with the
offer. She could see from the expression on his face that he was equally
as shocked as she was.
“Deidra, if I take you up on that offer, we both know that we won’t
be fishing in the morning because we’ll be far too wiped out to think
about even getting out of bed,” he replied honestly, “Are you
sure you’re ready for that?”
“Are you,” she countered batting her eyelashes up at him.
“Deidra, if we make love,” he reached out to brush the underside
of his thumb over his bottom lip, “then I want to make sure you’re
ready for it. I don’t want you to think I’m one of those
men who bounce into a one night stand and call it quits. That’s
not what I’m all about.”
“Neither am I Dean,” she replied truthfully, “I think I
know what I’m getting myself into here.”
“I want you to do more than think Deidra,” he confessed pulling
her in flush against him. His breath flooded down upon her face, his
body melding perfectly against hers as she was almost certain she could feel
his heart pounding with hers, “I want you to be sure because until you‘re
sure, I‘m not going to risk screwing this one up.”
“I don’t want to risk that either,” she agreed taking a
small step back as she felt her own resolve slipping away.
“Then how about you get to that shower and I’ll, well I’ll
try not to beat myself up for not taking that invitation,” Dean stole
another kiss from her.
“It’s a deal, but just promise me that one day you’ll take
me up on my offer because I might not be as strong as I am tonight,”
she flirted with him.
“Believe me after tonight all bets are off,” he reached for her
hand saying a final good-bye before returning to his office area once again.
Frowning as he looked to the monitor, he turned it back on again to peruse
the mail one more time before deleting it. There was no way he was going
to bring that into what was going on with Deidra. Not now and hopefully
not ever.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Susan walked down the sidewalk close to Sarah’s apartment where she
assumed Kyle would be right now. She smiled to herself thinking of the future
and how much fun he was going to be. As she past the window of Sarah’s
apartment something caught her eye making her step back slightly as she peered
through the window.
“What the,” Susan gasped seeing Kyle and Sarah in her living room
as they kissed.
She watched as the anger built up inside of her watching the way Kyle kissed
Sarah…the way he touched her. That should be her right now; she thought
it over in her mind watching what was happening right in front of her. She
couldn’t let this last and keep happening she had to stop it somehow.
Susan quickly looked around as she found large rock by the edge of the building
and she picked it up. Susan took one more glance seeing Kyle kiss Sarah deeply
before she reared back and threw the rock at the window as the glass shattered.
She smiled to herself before going behind the parked car to watch what was
happening.
“What the hell,” Kyle got up quickly zipping his pants back up
before grabbing Sarah’s shirt and throwing it to her.
“What was that?” Sarah questioned as Kyle looked out the broken
window.
“I don’t know, but I will be right back,” Kyle sighed before
opening the door and walking outside. He looked around and saw nothing and
he went back inside.
“Did you see anything?” Sarah wondered with worry behind her voice
as he shook his head.
“No,” he stated before walking over to Sarah and hugging her tightly,
“It was probably some stupid kid.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Sarah agreed before he kissed
her lightly.
“Nothing to worry about,” he started before picking his shirt
up from the floor and pulling it back on, “I will just call someone
to come and fix it.”
“Okay,” Sarah smiled before he hugged her once more. “Do
you really think it was a kid?”
“Yeah, I am sure,” Kyle, replied in an assuring tone before he
leaned down and kissing her once more.
Susan gritted her teeth seeing Kyle kiss Sarah again, which was so wrong.
Even when you scare the both of them, you can’t tear them away from
each other.
“This may be tougher than I thought,” Susan stated to herself
before looking on over at Kyle and Sarah once more.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Excuse me miss,” Don called out to one of the people who worked
at the hotel, “Have you seen Shannon Pryce?”
Don worried when he went to her hotel room and she wasn’t there. He
just wanted to make sure she was okay, that was all.
“Why yes, I think I saw Ms. Pryce in the restaurant sir,” the
young lady replied as he smiled.
“Thank you very much,” he nodded as she smiled and he walked down
the steps and through the lobby slowly.
He had to talk to her about so many things right now. Starting with what Brant
had to say. Also if she was really going to give him a try at this thing,
then they were going to need to have a long talk with one another. He smiled
as he saw Shannon sitting at one of the tables in the restaurant and he started
to walk towards her.
“Shannon,” he cut himself off quickly before hiding behind the
corner of the wall to look at her. She was smiling and she wasn’t alone,
she was with some guy. He hushed himself as he leaned forward slightly to
hear the conversation they were having.
“I still don’t get what you mean by mistake,” Diego shook
his head slightly before hearing Shannon laugh.
“Believe me,” Shannon started rolling her eyes slightly, “You
haven’t met him yet.”
“I’m sure he isn’t that bad,” Diego shrugged before
seeing Shannon shake her head slightly.
“To think, if I would have still been seeing you I wouldn’t be
in this situation,” Shannon stated as Don closed his eyes tightly a
lump growing in his throat as he still listened to the conversation.
“Well, you married the guy and I am sure he isn’t as bad as you
make him sound,” Diego insisted lightly before standing up. “I
should get going.”
Don bit on his bottom lip as he saw the guy hug Shannon in his arms tightly
and kissed her cheek.
“I will walk you out,” Shannon smiled before walking out of the
restaurant and Don shook his head lightly before walking back through the
lobby to the hotel room.
That was the thing about Shannon he liked her, but she could always find a
way to cut him down to the core without batting an eyelash. Okay, so
maybe they didn’t enter into this relationship like most people did
and maybe he was being delusional to think that they had something in the
first place. As he looked to the wedding ring on his finger, he wondered
if there was a way to try to make things right after all.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*