When Will The Madness Stop Chapter 6Sarah Brown is Carly.
Jason felt his heart constrict in his chest. “Por favor no llore Dakota. Yo lo odio cuando usted llora.” He cooed, laying his head down on the table so that he could have a little more privacy. “Por favor Dakota.”
“.Soy, soy apenas tan feliz” She sobbed.
Jason paused at this. Not quite understanding. “Pero usted sano triste.” He remarked
Dakota chuckled. “Jason, yo soy feliz porque esto está sobre. Soy agobiado que puedo ser finalmente libre de este lugar. Soy aliviado, porque usted y yo y el bebé podemos ser puede cortar junto como una familia. Y estoy embarazada, Jason. Mis hormonas son un pequeño de la escala.” She explained patiently as she had a million times before.
He sighed heavily “Deseo que haya estado con usted desde que el principio.” He whispered, his voice heavy laden with regret.
“Usted me ha mantenido caja fuerte, eso es todo que podría esperar jamás fuera de usted. Usted nos mantuvo caja fuerte, nuestro bebé y mí.”
He slammed his fist on the table. “¡Debo haber sido capaz de hacer MAS! ” He said forcefully, almost self-deprecatingly.
“Jugábamos por otra persona’las órdenes de s. Tuvimos que saltar por aros para ver uno al otro. No era fácil en cualquier lado.”“Yo lo odio Dakota. Odio lo que él es llegado a ser. El es un monstruo. ” He paused before asking the one question that he had been absolutely forbidden to ask. “Where are you?”
“Yo no sé, mi amor. Ellos no me dirán y no hay señales distintivo que puedo ver. Es una isla, pero yo no lo puedo decir dónde.” She sniffled. “Soy arrepentido.” His heart sank.“Sssh, hace no, es vale.” He glanced up at Brenda. “Mi esposo de Alcázar de amigo Brenda Barrett y unos pocos otros buscan los asideros de Hijito para su ubicación.” He heard her sigh on the other end. “Soy arrepentido que yo no puedo venir le obtiene derecho este segundo.” He lamented with a touch of longing in his voice as he nervously fiddled with the chains on the handcuffs.
“Yo apenas no puedo esperar para tenerlo en mis armamentos otra vez.” She said wistfully, smiling at the thought of his strong arms holding her close and never letting go.
He winced. “Daks, yo no seré capaz de venir lo obtiene personalmente.”
“Por qué no?”
“I've.. Estoy en la cárcel.”“¡Qué? ¡Por qué? ¡Qué pasa? ” She demanded. “Jason?” She pleaded.
“Obtuve detenido para el asalto y la travesura maliciosa. ¡Pero no es lo que usted piensa! ” He added quickly. “Si yo no había obtenido detuvo yo no estaría hablando a usted ahora mismo.”“Cuán tan?”
“Si yo no había sido detenido entonces Taggart no habría fisgoneado por mis cosas. El no tendría funda mi banda de la boda. Y él no habría fisgoneado por teléfono de célula de Hijito ni mi teléfono de célula ni le le funda esos mensajes que él permitió usted salir en mi correo de la voz.”
“Tan debo a este hombre, Taggart?”“Sí, de una manera.”
“Por qué él lo ayudó? ¿El no es el hombre que quiere de ponerlo en prisión?”
“Sí, él es. Y yo no estoy seguro por qué él lo hizo pero soy apenas contento que él hizo. Está sobre Dakota. Es realmente sobre ahora.”
“No más secretos? ¿No más amenazas? ¿No más temor? ¿’S sobre? Realmente sobre?”She asked tentatively.
“No más, mi amor, no más.” He promised, as he still continued to fiddle with the handcuffs subconsciously.Brenda watched Jason carefully and sat back in awe. This was a side of Jason Morgan she had thought had died with Jason Quartermaine. The nervous, anxious, sensitive, and lovable person that could love easily but wore his heart on his sleeve and was easily hurt. As he spoke she found herself riveted enough she only understood a word here and there because he spoke Spanish with such fluency and ease. He looked, dare she think it, human, almost vulnerable.
She felt so out of place and intrusive. But at the same time she could tell that if she were to leave that Jason would assume that with her went the phone. So that was not an option.
Her eyelids grew heavy as a reminder of the un-Godly hour and with a sigh she rested her head on her coat and drifted to sleep.
Jason noticed that she had fallen asleep and sighed in relief. “Dakota… I… When this is over … when you and I are together again… it will be different this time.” He paused, attempting to collect his thoughts. “Sonny won’t be a factor anymore. No more being at his beck and call. No more worrying about keeping ‘us’ a secret. No more wondering or worrying if I’ll come home from wherever he sends me off too, in one piece. We won’t have to live in fear of him or anyone else, I swear. It’s going to be you and me and our child.”
She stifled back a sob. He was willing to give up ‘the life’ for her and their future together. She knew how much that meant. She was about to reply when she heard footsteps. “Oh God! They’re coming!” She gulped.
Jason sat up, “Hung up the phone, Dakota. And if they ask, it was a wrong number.” He instructed. “And stay calm. Take a deep breath and keep your cool.”
“Okay,” she took a deep cleansing breath. “I’m okay.” She went to hand up but heard Jason call out to her. “Yes?”
“I love you.”
Her breath caught in her throat. It had been so long since had said those words with out having to fear Sonny laughing at him, or making fun of him, or fearing that Sonny would jerk the phone away from him. “I love you too.” She whispered, and then hastily hung up. She kept practicing her deep breathing exercises until the two men broke into her room. She jumped to her feet startled.
¿ “Quién usted hablaba también?!” ? One demanded, pointing his gun around the room.
“Nadie, era un número injusto, ellos colgaron.” She said, her voice was a calm that she didn’t necessarily feel.
“Usted mentir?” The other demanded, pointing his gun at her womb.
Her hand flew to her stomach as her entire body shuddered. But she did not show any other outward sign of her inward terror. “No, era un número injusto.” She insisted.
The bought it and slowly left the room, securely locking the door behind them.
She fell against the comforter with a deep sigh of relief. She made the sign of the cross over her breast she prayed. “Ah, Madre de María de la Misericordia, permitió por favor que ellos me encuentren pronto.” After crawled under the sheets she closed her eyes and welcomed sleep. Something she hadn’t done since she had been taken from Jason, something she could do now that she knew that soon it would all be over.
---------------------------------------- Jason sat the phone down and sighed heavily as his mind reeled with that they had just done. He was worried about her.
More than when Sonny had first threatened their lives.
More than when Sonny hadn’t let him call her for months on end.
More than when Sonny had abruptly stopped their pseudo honey moon and cut off all communications for a month and a half as punishment for not killing Zander.
More than when he had found out that Dakota was pregnant.
No.
This was different.
Their secret was out.
People were going to find out. But that’s not what worried him.
Sonny worried him.
He was still ‘the boss’. He still had the power to move her or hurt her or make her totally disappear. He, Dakota and their child were still pawns in Sonny’s game of cat and mouse. But at least they hadn’t allowed Sonny his one phone call yet. They still had time, time that was fleeting.
Brenda stirred and noticed that Jason was watching her intently. “What? Do I have something on my face?” She asked as she groggily stretched her arms.
“No, no, I was just watching you sleep.” He paused. “Does being pregnant make you tired?” He asked out of curiosity.
Brenda smiled. “Yes, in away. Because you’re eating, breathing, essentially existing for yourself and this other tiny person that’s growing inside you.” She explained her face glowing.
He looked at her curiously. There was a change that came over her when she spoke about being pregnant. Her eyes twinkled, her cheeks glowed, her smile grew wide and her voice grew wistful.
It unnerved Brenda to no end. “What are you…” she trailed off thinking better of it. She looked up and noticed that he was off the phone. “What now?”
He looked up suddenly as though she had interrupted his thoughts. “What do you mean?”
“I mean... do you want me to leave?”
“NO!!” He exclaimed, his heart skipping a beat. If she left he would have to go back to the holding area with Sonny and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could play the role of dutiful employee, friend and whipping boy. “Please stay.” He paused, trying to think of a way to explain it. “Just a little longer. Please, because, if I have to go face him right now…” their eyes met. “There’s no telling what I’ll say or do I…”
Mac opened the door cutting him off. “Sorry to interrupt. But I just thought you’d like to know that Alexis had a change of heart and got you released.”
Both were shocked. “At this un-Godly hour?”
Mac smiled. “You didn’t let me finish. You’re being released on one condition. See, you’re being released into Luis and Brenda’s custody. You can’t leave the city, the state, the country or go anywhere with out one of them.” They looked at each other and cursed. “It was the best she could do.”
Jason grumbled, but thanked Mac, something he never thought in a million years he would do, as he signed the papers.
He looked at Brenda after Mac left to get the rest of his personal things. “Thank you.”
Brenda shrugged.
“No, really, because I don’t know where I would have gone if they would have released me of my own recognizance. I don’t want to go back to the pent house.” She looked at him oddly. He sighed. “It’s cold, empty, quiet, and uninviting. Not to mention it’s been my perpetual prison since I returned and it’s also where Sonny liked to taunt me with information about Dakota. He’d give me little ‘hints’ about this or that and then expect me to guess.” He looked at sincerely and asked. “Was he trying to make me hate him?”
She shook her head. “No, but he did a damn good job of it.” She stewed; Sonny had truly become an unconscionable monster.
“He knows I’m not very good at games and yet he still did it.” He sounded confused and mixed up. But Brenda didn’t know how to explain to him how someone who taught him basically everything he knew was a vindictive, hypocritical, manipulative head chase that found pleasure on watching him squirm. She shook her head sadly.
“There’s not a lot to understand Jase. Something inside of Sonny, the thing that was human and capable of love changed and made him mean, embittered and cruel. You can’t pinpoint when it happened. And you can’t blame yourself or anyone else for the change. It just happened and you and your wife and your unborn child just so happened to be the first ones he took his anger out on.”
Jason looked at her for a long time. She wasn’t the same brat that he remembered. She wasn’t the spoiled little girl that he hated so much. “You’ve changed,” He stated simply.
She nodded, a sad smile creasing her lips. “We’ve all changed. It’s inevitable. We’re creatures of habit. Changing when our surroundings change. Sometimes it just takes a lot of pain for someone to change for the better.” He nodded, but didn’t push her to explain her insinuation-laden statement. She was thankful for that too. There were certain things that Brenda didn’t want anyone to know about her ‘captivity’.
Jason went to put on his coat and glanced at the clock. 4 am. He had spent most of the night talking to a woman that four years ago he had wanted nothing more than to throttle. How times change.
“Before we go I want to talk to Sonny. I want him to know that I’m done with him. That I’m getting out from under his thrum. I’m leaving the organization permanently. If it means that Daks and I have to disappear off the face of the earth never to be seen or heard from again, then so be it.
“I can’t do this anymore.” He said solemnly, almost sadly. Brenda looked at him closely. He looked tired. “And I won’t put my family through something like this ever again.” He looked at her as she nodded. She understood. She was probably the only person besides Carly that could possibly understand.
“Let’s go. Luis should be done by now.”
*~*~*Meanwhile*~*~*
Luis walked down the row of empty cells clucking his tongue as he approached Sonny’s cell.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t everyone’s favorite idiot.” Sonny, who had been turned towards the window and looking outside in an attempt to stave off claustrophobia, spun around.
“What the HELL are you doing here?!” He demanded, charging the bars. “Guard!! GUARD!!!”
Luis chuckled. “Don’t waste your breath. There isn’t a cop with in a good 90 feet of this holding area. So I wouldn’t even bother if I were you… but then again… I’m not.” He shrugged. “So, go crazy…” he tittered. He paced the length of Sonny’s cells with a smile on his face as he whistled a happy tune. He spun around on his heel and looked at Sonny as thought he were the cat that swallowed the canary. “Dakota Morgan sends her love.” He said, his voice full of rancor and disgust with just a hint of sweet victory as Sonny’s eyes’ widened and his jaw went slack. But Sonny quickly recovered
“Pfft, Jason’s not married.” He snorted.
“R-e-e-a-lly…” He drawled unconvinced.
“Jason Morgan is no more married than Brenda is in love with you.” He spat, trying to wound Luis. But he only laughed it off.
“Then you are correct on both count, my good man. Because Brenda would have never entered a loveless union, let alone carried the child of someone she detests. Unlike some people I know.” He glowered. “Why in fact,” he reached into his inner breast pocket. “I just happen to have a picture of the newly weds.” He produced a copy of a picture that Taggart had found in Jason’s wallet of their wedding. Taggart had known better than to give him the original, especially if he was going to hand it to Sonny. He held it an arms length for Sonny to see, but just out of arms reach.
Sonny lunged for the picture through the bars but Luis yanked it back. “Nu uh uh…” he reprimanded him as he would an indignant child. “It’s not polite to grab.”
“That pictures been doctored!!” He roared, trying to take a swing at him through the bars.
“I’m sorry that you choose to believe your lies, but I, on the other hand, am happy to know the truth.” He said with confidence as he looked Sonny dead in the eye.
It was in that moment that Sonny knew that he did in fact know. “How did you find out?” he demanded gripping the cell bars so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
“You’re going to find this humorous.” He chuckled. “You’re going to find this so funny.” He laughed uproariously.
“JUST TELL ME DAMMIT!!!”
“Temper temper,” he admonished, after composing himself. He then walked up to the cell until he and Sonny were nose to nose. “For the first time in his life, Jason Morgan owes his life and his freedom to someone besides you.” Sonny glared at him but it didn’t faze him in the least. “You see Lieutenant Taggart was curious as to why there were two wedding bands instead of one. Then it dawned on him. One for you.” he pointed to Sonny. “And one for Jason.” he pointed upstairs.
Sonny’s face turned red with rage. He had given that phone to Jason for whenever he allowed Dakota to call. And he had specifically told Jason to leave that damned phone and that damned ring at the penthouse. But on more than one occasion he had caught him wearing his wedding ring around his neck on a finger. He should have known that he would probably never leave home with out it.
“And then, he wondered why there were three cell phones instead of two…and of course, being the courteous citizen that he is he just had to investigate. So he picked up, what he presumed to be your cell phone and clicked on the messages and…” Luis gasped mockingly. “He heard these messages being left for you begging you to not kill Jason before his child was born.” He deadpanned.
Luis took an immense perverse pleasure out of seeing Sonny pale.
“He had NO right!!!” He roared.
“Well what can I say?! Curiosity killed the m’ffing cat!!!” He roared back. He inhaled a deep relaxing breath before continuing. “As I was saying…” he huffed, sounding rather annoyed. “As he flipped through your messages he was first stunned by this ladies plea for Jason’s life, and then stunned to hear a few messages later a man asking what should we do with Morgan’s wife and then a few messages later he figured out that she was being held hostage so that Jason would continue doing your ‘dirty work’. He also surmised that every time that Jason stands up for himself you threaten the lives of both mother and child.” He let the news sink in before twisting the knife a little more.
“You think Taggart’s reaction was bad, just think of how heart broken Brenda was at the though of you inflicting the same thing that happened to you not once, but twice with your unborn child dying and once with your wife dying on a person that you presumably consider not only a friend but a brother.” He had gotten the reaction he had expected the second he had uttered Brenda’s name. It had sealed Sonny’s fate. No one would believe him now. He had dug his own grave.
Luis leaned in close, between the bars, knowing that in his weakened state that it was time for the proverbial final blow. He hissed. “How does it feel to have the child you loved as your own scream in agony and horror at the sight of you?” He was laying it on thick, but it was the only way, in his mind to force Sonny to realize how many people he had hurt. “How does it feel to see him rush into the arms of your mortal enemy and cling to him as if he were a life preserver.” He wanted Sonny to feel the pain that Brenda felt, the pain that the people Brenda loved and by extension he himself, cared about deeply. He wanted Sonny to know the agony that Carly and the Spencer’s felt for the last two months. He wanted Sonny to pay for his arrogance and his selfishness.
“I told Taggart that I didn’t know why Michael reacted that way!!” He shouted desperately.
‘Bingo’, he sounded as tormented as AJ had looked for the last two months. He should know. Because he had worked along side AJ for a good portion of those two months, but AJ was so oblivious to the things around him that he didn’t even recognize him.
“You know that pain you feel?” Sonny looked at him as though he wanted to crawl into a hole and die. “Now you know how AJ, Carly, and the Spencer’s have felt for the last two months….” He paused. “Welcome to your own personal perpetual hell.” He greeted morbidly.
~*~*~Mean while~*~*~
Azora had long since given up any attempt at sleep and had instead decided to clean her rifle. Not only because it would bass time, but because it meant that she wouldn’t spend the remainder of the night tossing and turning.
As she cleaned she thought about the weirdness surrounding her lately. Her massive migraines, the dark figure in the hallway of GH. The fact that for some odd unknown, bizarre reason she felt compelled to tell AJ about her past when no one, not even her men knew about her past beyond the absolutely necessary information. Well, except for Eduardo. He had seen her once during what she had not so affectionately referred to as ‘episodes’ and had sworn never to breathe a word of it the others. That compiled wit the weird way she and Zander had clicked when she had hired him to work on her crew, everything was just deeply messing with her head.
She concentrated on the task at hand and tried to suppress the anxiety and fear that had been gnawing at her since she had left GH. She glanced at the clock just in time to see it turn over to 3:00 am. It was going to be a loooong night and she could feel it.
Just as she was about to start the cleaning process all over again the phone rang.
She jumped a little. She hated phones and only used them in extreme emergencies. And it had better be an emergency too, she thought as she grabbed for the phone. Or someone is SO going to get their butt kicked in the morning.
“Yello?” The voice on the other end was sobbing and incoherent. “Whoa, whoa, slow down, take a deep breath Leticia.” She instructed. “Are yall okay? Good… Reggie?… Good. Now slow like, tell Azora what happened.” She paled as Leticia spoke and cursed under her breath. “Are yall sure?” She cursed under her breath again. “They’re sure it was here?” She mumbled a prayer under her breath. “Does AJ know?”
“No! I… I called you first after we found out.”
“Why me dawlin?”
Leticia sniffled. “Because, you’re the only one that kept AJ from have a melt down during the last 2 months. You helped him cope, and took him to your cottage out in the woods so that he could vent his frustrations before he blew his top. You helped keep him and Carly both positive sane and from losing their collective marbles when all the leads come up cold.”
“You helped cooler heads prevail more that once. You should be there for him. He’s going to be beside himself.”
Azora snorted. “I’m tinkin’ you’ve been drinkin’ deary, cause I helped a lil, but I don’t tink I helped dat much.”
“But you did Azora. And AJ respects you. You and your men are some of the few friends AJ has. And he’s going to need all the support he needs when he finds out.”
Azora cursed again. “If yall think it’ll help, I’ll be dere. But I just wanted t’make sure like, that it was her and all.”
“It IS Azora, I triple checked.”
Azora groaned. Her night just got longer.
TBC