Fallen Angel - TOC
Chapter Forty-One
~ Sometimes I think Im gonna drown cause
everyone arounds so hollow. And Im alone
Slys eyes filled with tears as
he watched his uncle and Johnny sprinting for the stairs, and he cringed while the
tortured cries ripped through the house and continually assaulted his ears. His shaking
hand reached out for a bookshelf for support, and he leaned his weight against the solid
wooden structure as his mind raced. Frankie!
Whats wrong with him? Ive never heard anybody scream like that. Its like
a horror movie, only its real. Slys eyes worriedly looked around the
library as his heart beat extra fast.
What in Gods
name is that sound?
Slys eyes turned
toward Nikolas, whose large frame dominated the doorway to the library. His face was
screwed up as if he couldnt believe his ears. He frowned. Dont tell me
its the brat, he spat out. Hell wake the dead if he doesnt
stop it. Nikolas face fell, and he felt ashamed at running off his mouth when
he observed the fearful expression on Slys face. Hey, buddy, Im sorry.
Whats going on? Are you all right? Nikolas placed a firm hand on Slys
shoulder, and the boys sad green eyes met his own. Sly shook his head, and said in a
small voice, No, Im not okay. Frankies in trouble. He was upset when I
visited him, and when I came to tell Uncle Luke
Slys voice trailed off,
and he took in a deep breath. He started doing that. Sly pointed his finger in
the direction of Frankies room.
Nikolas led Sly to a
couch, and they both sat on the edge of the furniture. What were you talking
about? Nikolas inquired, trying to comprehend the situation.
Sly shrugged. We
were just talking about girls and stuff, chewing the fat, you know. Slys face
tensed up as he continued. Then he started asking me questions about my uncle, if he
beat on me or hurt me. I asked him if Frank was mean to him, but he clammed up and seemed
upset. Thats when I left the room. Slys eyes stared down at the floor.
He said he didnt want a dad if it was going to be like before.
Nikolas shook his head.
This was the first time that hed heard of his younger half brother being mistreated.
Maybe thats why hes psycho, he
thought to himself. Hes sure not normal.
Nikolas made a pained face as the noise continued. Why doesnt he let up?
~*~*~*~
~ Sometimes
I think Im goin down and no one makes a sound - they follow. And
Im alone
Luke beat Johnny to the
door of Frankies suite by one second. When he entered the room, the medical resident
was already at the kids bedside looking worriedly at the monitor readings.
Jerrys face relaxed when he saw the two men. Im out of sedative,
he explained loudly over the volume of Frankies cries. Maybe one of you can
calm him down so I can determine whats wrong. His blood pressure is dangerously
high.
Frankie yanked his arm
mercilessly trying to free it from the activated automatic blood pressure cuff, twisting
and pulling back on it with a ferocious force that bruised his elbow and arm. The medical
resident said quickly, Im going for the sleep medication in the supply room
downstairs. We dont have any sedatives, hes not responding, and we have to
settle him down somehow.
Lukes mouth hung
open in shock when he looked down at his struggling son. Frankie was covered with streaked
blood, and when the boys right hand slid down his sweat-drenched face, it left a
long, jagged smear covering his forehead, eyes, cheek and nose. Lukes eyes fastened
on Frankies left hand. He watched with horrified fascination as a drip of blood ran
down his sons fingertip and slowly plopped onto the white sheet covering the
hospital bed. The blood mixed with sweat and quickly absorbed into fabric, leaving behind
a tie-dyed stain that insidiously spread out its red tentacles over the white expanse.
Frankie!
Johnny stated in his deep, authoritative voice. He frowned when Frankie continued to move
jerkily on the bed, seemingly unaware of his presence. Frankie, whats
wrong? He noticed that the boy kept flexing his hands and trying to wipe them off on
his gown and sheets, which accounted for the mess that greeted them. Johnny attempted to
grab hold of Frankies right hand to inspect it, but as soon as he touched him,
Frankie frantically pulled away from him, shaking and protectively cowering on the bed. He
used his feet to push himself as far away as he could manage and grew ominously quiet in
stark contrast to the ruckus that hed made seconds earlier.
~ And when you know you cant relate to one more
shiny face,
Your heart breaks no one cares.
The combination of
Frankies shooting the hitman and his dreams and recollections were unfortunate in
their function as a trigger to Frankies deepest fears and anxieties. The blood that
poured from Frankies hands caused his sense impressions to blur and loose their
distinct boundaries. The garish sight sent him straight back into his hellish existence
with Frank on that same cold night during his twelfth year the night when Frank had
forced him to kill the snitch in the dark woods of the Smith estate. Hed never told
a single soul what had happened to him and kept that secret tucked far back into his brain
in a hidden place that hed never visited again until now.
*** He felt the rough, cold surface on the scraped skin
of his bruised face. The concrete absorbed all of the moisture and chill of the
surrounding night, and he breathed in its fetid air as his senses began to return. His
head was exploding from inside out with a psychedelic intensity that sapped his energy and
made his stomach revolt with violent nausea. He took in quicker breaths, but remained
motionless, arms and legs still in the haphazard positions that theyd assumed after
being flung into the six foot square room carved into the walls of the Smith
mansions basement. Finally, his tongue moved within his mouth, tasting the blood
that had yet to congeal. He opened his eyes,
and even though they were mere slits, zero light in the inky black room made it seem as if
he were still unconscious.
He was aware that his
left arm was trapped under something. He tugged lightly, but it wouldnt budge from
under the dead weight. Frankie moaned and felt the bile rising from his stomach, a symptom
of the concussion that Frank had given him with his crushing pistol whip. Where am I? Frankie thought in a daze, his mind not
yet able to use reason and logic to figure out his situation. He turned and vomited. He
tried to sit up, but banged his already sore head on the ceiling. The space was barely
three feet high.
He used his right hand
to slap at whatever was imprisoning him in his current position, and he felt something
slide down his back and dump soggily onto the floor. A lightening bolt of hysteria shot up
inside of him when he realized that he was trapped with something unrecognizable in a very
small space. Even though the fear ate away at him, Frankie extended a shaking hand toward
the object that pressed his left arm into the floor. He patted and slapped over the
surface in the pitch-black room, feeling something like cloth. He patted further down and
his fingertips lingered on fleshy cold fingers. Frankies blood froze in his veins,
and he screamed as he pushed away from the body, using his feet to kick and move himself
into a corner. When his left arm was finally free, he wrapped both of his arms around his
middle and cowered and whimpered with his head erupting in a dizzying clash of pain.
As Frankies mind
slowly cleared, he began to wish that he were still unconscious. Then, he wouldnt be
trapped in a tiny space with a body that he knew hed murdered. There wasnt
enough room in the world to back away from that reality. The result of his deed was
sprawled inches away from him, and its silent presence seemed to suck all of the oxygen
out of the room in an accusing manner. When Frankie suddenly imagined that the body moved,
he began screaming and clawing at the roughly textured concrete. Faster and faster he tore
at the walls looking for an escape, and soon his palms grew slick with his own hot blood.
Three hours later, Frank
decided that Frankie had had enough punishment for his cowardice. Although not yet daily
events, gangland killings were frequent enough on the Smith estate that Frank had
commissioned holding areas for the dead bodies that needed to be buried or wrapped in
chains and thrown into the ocean. One couldnt always plan or wait for the cleanup
personnel. Hed ordered the snitchs body to be placed in a holding area, but
first hed thrown an insensible Frankie into the cubbyhole. Fucking pansy, Frank thought to himself. Ive got to toughen up that kid somehow. Hes
too sensitive for his own good.
By the time that Frank
walked up to the cubbyhole, Frankie had stopped screaming. His screams and frantic
pounding had brought no help, and hed given up, settling for huddling against the
wall and shivering as he tried to blank his mind to blot out the horror. He had no idea if
hed ever escape this hellhole and wondered idly when the dead body would start to
stink and rot. Already, the smell of his own vomit filled the air. Would he pass out from
thirst and hunger? How long would it take for him to die? He began to wish that hed
shared the same fate as his companion.
Frank yanked open the
hinged door in the middle of the wall and stepped back in surprise when the top half of
his sons body flopped out of the hole and hung down limply. The boy was disheveled
and streaked with blood that was in various stages of drying, ranging in color from rusty
brown to bright red. Frankie weakly raised a hand, but his slick palm quickly fell back
down and smacked onto the light colored surface of the wall, leaving behind a bloody
handprint. Frank frowned when he saw the print and wondered briefly what his son had been
up to for the last two hours. Surely he
hadnt been messing with the dead snitchs corpse. Franks strong, cold
hand wrapped around his sons thin arm, and he yanked him brutally from the hole,
pushing him up against the wall and shaking him. Frankies head hung down, bobbing
precariously on his neck, and his legs bent with a lack of strength in his muscles.
I hope you learned
your lesson, Frank stated coldly as he shook Frankie again. The boy raised his
throbbing head, and began to smile instinctively when he saw that his father had rescued
him. His mouth opened to delightedly say, Dad, but the memory of Franks
hand on his, squeezing back his finger on the trigger, killed his smile and affection
before it revealed itself on his face. His big, blue eyes looked up into Franks
angry, set face, and he hovered indecisively for a moment between his relief at being with
his dad, with a desire for his strength and affection, and the unhappy knowledge that his
father was a sadistic killer who enjoyed his sons torment. Frankie frowned and
shuddered, choosing raw survival over certain death at the hand of his father by forcing
his thoughts, feelings and personality into a dark hiding place deep within and replacing
them with someone whom Frank would accept.
Frankie glanced down at
the floor with fluttering eyelashes, and when he looked up again, his face had set into a
hard mask, and he stated leadenly yet forcefully, I want a hot shower, a six pack of
beer and a nice whore with big tits.
Frank blinked in
surprise at the transformation in his son, and he recovered quickly as he laughed heartily
and slapped the small statured boy on his back. Dont worry Frankie. Ill
give you another opportunity to prove yourself. You can have a six pack and two whores tonight. Work off some of that
aggression. As father and son climbed the stairs, Frank didnt notice that his
pale son was breathing in quick, short, pants of breath and moving robotically with
permanently aged eyes that were hollow and haunted. ***
~ And when you know you cant go on cause
everything is wrong
Your heart breaks
no ones there
Luke finally broke
through his emotional shock and reached out for his son. Frankies face contorted as
his blood pressure continued to climb. Luke spoke in an even, measured voice,
Frankie, its Luke. Calm down. Tell us whats wrong. Luke firmly
grasped the boys chin and directed his face toward his own. Luke felt sick to his
stomach when he looked sharply into Frankies terrified eyes that betrayed the depth
of his retreat. He swallowed hard as a lump in his throat rose. Hes not in the room with us, and hes not in a safe place.
~*~*~*~
Nikolas was his
fathers son, and in the absence of leadership, he firmly took the helm. He tapped
Sly on the arm. Lets go see whats happening, he suggested. Sly
followed the older boy out of the library, and they quickly climbed the stairs, taking
them two at a time with the agility of healthy teenagers.
Nik held up a hand to
halt Sly when they reached the middle of the second floor hallway. He poked his head into
Lulus nursery. The nanny was standing and protectively holding onto Lulu.
Whats happening, Master Nikolas? she asked with fearful eyes and a
quivering voice.
Stay in here,
Emma, Nikolas stated. My brother is having some sort of an upset. Ill
see what the situation is. Just close the door and stay calm.
Emma, who was only
twenty and a new arrival to the United States from a sleepy hamlet in England, relaxed in
the presence of Nikolas commanding manner. She nodded and smiled weakly as Nikolas
retreated and gently closed the door.
Nikolas set his face and
marched on down the hallway to Frankies suite. He frowned when Frankies
desperate cries suddenly cut off and silence curled into the hallway with an absorbing
presence. This is my home, Nikolas thought
gravely. Hes upsetting my baby sister and the
servants. I cant allow this to continue. Nikolas
and Sly melted into the walls by the doorway with the experience of teenagers who have
eavesdropped on their parents more than once or twice. Nikolas held his index finger to
his lips, and Sly nodded with a grim face.
~*~*~*~
~ Yeah, if I make it Id be amazed just to find
tomorrow
Yeah, one more day and Id be amazed just to see
it waiting
Hes hurt
himself somehow, Luke, Johnny mentioned. Look at all of this blood hes
spread around. Johnny pointed to the sheets, Frankies gown and the boys
face and arms.
Luke nodded his assent,
and his eyes cast on Johnnys face. Has he been like this before?
Johnny shook his head in
denial. No, not exactly like this. Hes frequently had bad nightmares in the
past, but I could always wake him up. Im not sure what this is. Johnnys mind redirected
to the recent trip back to the mansion, and Luke picked up on his contemplative vibe.
What? he asked. Do you remember anything important?
Johnny ran his hand over
his neck and frowned. I dont know. He does seem to be quick in assuming
someone is trying to hurt or kill him. Johnny made a pained face. But I
suppose its been true on occasion. Let me try to reach him. Johnny jostled Frankies shoulder and said,
Boss. I need to talk to you about the business. Talk to me. Tell me what to do. You
have the details. I need your input. Frankie. Come on, boss.
Both men witnessed the
change in Frankies demeanor as Johnnys words reached his mind. Like an ocean
tide lapping at a beach and manipulating the changeable form of the sand, his response to
Johnnys words seemed to melt and reform Frankies face into a hardened mask
with glittering eyes full of action and violence. He grinned lopsidedly and said in a
lilting tone, You want da specifics? You get me my beer and guns, Johnny. Dats
my offer. He laughed. No more of dis sickbed shit.
Johnnys eyes
shifted nervously to Luke. I told you, boss. If I continue to work for you then no
more booze.
I want my fucking guns, Frankie asserted as his hand tightly
gripped Johnnys arm.
Im your
firepower, Johnny replied smoothly, his hand gently disengaging Frankies grip.
You dont need to carry.
I wanna carry, Frankie gritted out with
flashing eyes. He sniffed and turned his head
away. You told me about Manetti and dat stupid Butch, but whats da status on
Ortenzo and Kelly? Oh, and I said I wanted five midlevel men offed da bloodier da
better. Who else should we target? Dats enough doncha think? It should scare da
little guys. Nobodys gonna muscle in on me.
Frankies lips
sneered with his last words, and Luke felt the floor move under him as he took a dizzying
step backwards. He blinked rapidly and sailed out of the room, passing by his two nephews,
but not registering their presence in his single-minded hurry to escape.
~*~*~*~
Hes talking
about killing people, Sly related to Nik in a high-pitched whisper that betrayed his
fear. Both boys involuntarily took in deep breaths when Luke bolted past them and ran down
the hallway.
Ohmigod,
Nikolas breathed out. Slys face whitened at the sight of his uncles obvious
distress. Uncle Luke, his voice quivered as his green eyes filled with tears
and sought Nikolas face for comfort and answers.
Nikolas mind was
racing in reaction to Lukes abrupt departure, and he rubbed his forehead in a
distracted manner. He refocused his attention on Sly and grew concerned about the younger
boy.
Whered he
go? Slys tear-filled voice asked. I want my uncle. I want Uncle
Luke.
Nikolas wrapped his arm
around Slys shoulders and squeezed. He probably needed a breath of fresh air.
We need to make some phone calls. Why dont you come with me while I call Alexis for
you? Nikolas shook his head. Freaky. This is
getting freaky.
~*~*~*~
~ Yeah if I make it Im still alone no more
hope for better days
If I could change
then Id really be amazed*
Frankie lowered his
voice to conspiratorially whisper to his bodyguard and new right hand man. Did
Corinthos give you his estimate for da buyout? We cant let dis drag on too long. I
want outta dis. He emphasized his points with short jabs from his finger in
Johnnys direction.
Johnny let out a long
breath from his pursed lips. Okay. Okay. Get in
gear, Johnny. Hes talking about the business, like you asked him to. Its only been two days, boss. Corinthos
and Jason Morgan need time to prepare.
Frankies eyes
flashed with disdain and anger. Dont give em an inch, Johnny, he
warned in a low, intense voice. Deyll try to get one over on us. Dat
wont happen. I want dat estimate first thing tomorrow. No excuses. Dey give us de
estimate or I crush em. Give em da choice.
Ill give
them a warning, boss, Johnny answered lightly. Dont get too worked up.
Youve had a stressful day. You need to rest.
Im not gonna
rest until I get my deal, Frankie
emphasized harshly with a grimaced face. He held his breath and widened his eyes as he
felt a symphony of pain wash over him. He suddenly felt very floaty and disconnected from
himself and his surroundings. His hand tapped on his face, searching for the nasal cannula
that hed earlier knocked out of place. He felt a distinct lack of oxygen in his
lungs, and worriedly fixed the apparatus so he could breathe in a stream of clean air. His
arm and hip were throbbing intensely, and he felt confused, unsure of the boundaries of
his body.
The medical resident
walked in with a syringe, and he looked at Johnny questioningly and directed his gaze
toward Frankies IV. Johnnys lips tightened, and he nodded abruptly. Frankie
twitched uneasily, and he sensed that he was drifting along on like a wayward fallen leaf,
his mind and body out of control and sliding nowhere on a turbulent breeze. He closed his
eyes and muttered sadly, Mrs. DeMarco. Dont make me go back.
~*~*~*~
Luke?
Laura stood in the
doorway to the library with a puzzled look on her face. Shed been drawn to the room
by the sound of soft sobs, but shed expected to see Nikolas, not her ex-husband.
Luke was half sitting, half lying on a leather couch in front of a large picture window,
his face down on an arm that hed extended across the back of the couch. A gentle
beam of sunlight filtered from the window to the top of Lukes head, and Laura
noticed that the crown of his hair looked reddish in the bright light. When Luke
didnt answer, she placed a light hand on his shaking shoulder.
Luke immediately ceased
crying and turned around to see whod touched him. His eyes glistened, and he
sniffed, running his hands over his face to remove his tears.
Luke, you
surprised me, seeing you here in Wyndemere. What are you doing and why are you so upset?
Is it our son? Lauras eyes betrayed her concern and confusion.
I thought Stefan
would have contacted you, Luke replied shortly. His nerves were still on edge and
his heart heavy after his last encounter with Frankie.
Laura made an annoyed
face and waved a hand in the air. I have a cell phone, but I always forget to
recharge it. Its dead. I havent talked to Stefan today. Where is he? Is he
home yet or still at the hospital? She continued to stare at Luke and realized that
something awful must have happened for him to be this publicly upset. You
didnt answer my question, she countered tensely. Is Frankie okay?
No, Luke
replied in a small, high pitched voice edged with tears. He hung his head and turned it
away from Laura, seemingly concentrating on fingering the shape of an upholstery button on
the arm of the brown leather couch. He took in a deep breath, but it sounded like a
shuddering sob.
Laura grew alarmed and
knelt in front of Luke to meet him eye to eye. Her voice shook with raw fear. He
didnt die, did he? Frankies not dead. Please, Luke, tell me. Hes alive.
He has to be okay. He was doing so much better.
Hes never
been well, Luke retorted forcefully, his tears returning. No, hes not
dead. Hes here, at Wyndemere, in that hospital bed you set up in a suite. But well?
No. Hes not well.
Laura stood up and sat
down on the couch next to Luke, who continued to turn his face from his ex-wife. Her brow
creased in confusion. Frankies here? We were preparing for that, but I thought
hed be in the hospital for at least another week. I dont understand.
Luke hit the arm of the
couch. He shot someone, Laura! He shot a hitman in his ICU room. Stefan and his
bodyguard decided it was time for him to leave the hospital. Wyndemere was the logical
choice. But hes not
. Lukes words trailed away, as there was no way
for him to describe his sons condition or his own reaction to recent events.
Lauras face set
with determination as her fears for her sons life fled her mind. Now she wanted the
whole story, but was having difficulty speaking to Luke as he only offered bits and pieces
of the puzzle. I want you to tell me why youre so upset, she stated.
Frankies here, hes alive, thats a good thing, right?
I dunno,
Luke said wearily with a trace of hysteria. I dont know anything anymore.
Whatever I thought was real or true or sane just took a flying leap out the window. Our
son is
not our son.
What? Laura
countered incredulously. Youre not making any sense. You had the DNA test. It
proved that Frankie is your son. Well, and mine, too then. He looks so much like you. How
can you say that?
Luke turned forward on
the couch and hung his head with his hands folded in front of him. A persons
not just a body, Laura. Theres the mind, the personality, the soul, and all that
googly metaphysical stuff. Thats what I mean. Hes not like us. Frank, he, he
did something to that boy, ruined him somehow. The kid, hes not right. Hes
off, theres something majorly wrong with him. I tried to overlook it. I thought,
well, maybe hes just upset because of his physical injuries. Hell come around
when hes feeling better. But now hes recovering physically, and the other is
worse, so much worse. Luke looked defeated and shamed, and his features took on a
heavy, worn aspect. He placed a hand over his face as the tears refused to stop forming.
Hes not our son. Hes Frank Smiths son. I cant change
that.
Lauras mind raced,
trying to figure out what was behind Lukes newly pessimistic outlook. She felt
alarmed, yet sympathy welled up in her for the hurt man sitting beside her. She reached
out her hand to touch his arm. What happened? Tell me exactly what happened and
maybe we can work this out. Desperate for knowledge, she squeezed his arm and looked
him straight in the eye. I need to know. I can handle it.
Luke stared at Laura for
a few seconds and then nodded. She had a right to know. He shot this hitman who
entered his room and tried to kill him. The Mafia is after him now. But, he hasnt
acted right since that happened. We had to tranquilize him to transport him, but when he
was half out of it, he had some dreams maybe. He was screaming at the top of his lungs in
the ambulance. It was horrible. A real, I dont know, tortured kind of scream. We
gave him some more sedative, and he calmed down again. It took him awhile to wake up after
that. I hung around here. Borrowed a few books from this library and sat with him. When he
woke up, it seemed like he didnt fully remember the shooting. I let it go, and we
had a nice conversation. A really good one. He agreed to take my last name, and I agreed
wed call him Frankie. But, he seemed very skittish about some things. He was worried
that if he let me be his dad, as he phrased it, Id beat on him. Like Frank, I guess.
I told him to talk to Sly, that he might be able to calm his fears. Sly talked to him, but
became spooked when Frankie started asking all of these questions concerning my behavior,
did I beat on him and the like. While Sly was talking to me, we heard this terrible
scream. We ran to Frankies room, and he was smeared with blood and hollering. We
couldnt reach him. He was lost. I dont know, thats how Id describe
it. When his bodyguard tried to touch him, he clamped his mouth shut and tried so hard to
move away. He was cowering and cringing. We were trying to calm him down so we could
determine what had happened to him, where was the blood coming from, you know. Johnny, the
bodyguard started calling him boss, trying that angle to reach his mind. The kid responded
and then, oh my God, Laura. Luke choked up again and shook his head, unable to
continue.
Then what?
Laura coaxed in a quiet voice.
Luke sighed. Right
in front of our eyes he turned into Frank Smith. Exactly like Frank. He got all cold and
evil and murderous. He was instructing Johnny on killing people in the organization to
keep them in line. Lukes voice rose in pitch. I couldnt take it,
Laura. I ran out of there. I dont know what to do.
Lauras eyes turned
down with sadness, and she still wore her worried frown. I need to see him,
she said with resignation. Youve had a horrible shock. I think you should lie
down. Let me show you to a guestroom, okay?
Luke nodded wordlessly,
and they rose from the couch.
~*~*~*~
Luke was lying on his
back in a small guestroom not far from the library. Laura had found a washcloth and ran
cold water over it, then placed it over Lukes forehead. I shut the draperies
to darken the room, she stated. Close your eyes and try to nap. Im going
to phone Alexis after I visit with our son.
Luke nodded, but
didnt speak or open his eyes. His hand held the washcloth firmly to his aching
forehead.
~*~*~*~
Alexis? Its
Nikolas.
Nikolas,
Alexis answered brightly. What a nice surprise. Thanks for the rescue. Im over
at Kellys learning how to bake. And dont ask. Its a long story.
Alexis, something
has happened, Nikolas continued. Frankie has been brought to Wyndemere. Luke
is upset and now Sly is too. I think you need to be here. Someone should take Sly home. I
have him with me now, but hes not doing so well. And Luke didnt look so hot
last time I saw him.
Nikolas,
whats going on? Alexis asked tensely as her hand gripped the cell phone
firmly.
I dont know
exactly. All I know is that he showed up in an ambulance, they put him on a hospital bed
and hooked him up to a bunch of machines. He started screaming in this horrible, freaky
way. Thats when Sly and I went to see what was going on. Luke ran from his room like
hed seen a ghost. Sly started crying, and now Im here calling you. I
dont know why the idiot half brother was screaming. It has something to do with
Frank mistreating him. Thats my guess.
Alexis instincts
were alerting her to a volatile situation. Wheres Stefan? she
questioned.
Hes at the
hospital, Nikolas said. And mother is at a charity event. Im in charge
now.
Alexis smiled in spite
of the tension. Nikolas was a chip off the old block. Youre doing a fine job
handling the situation, she praised. Ill be there as soon as I can.
Twenty minutes tops.
Thanks,
Alexis.
Nikolas turned his
attention to Sly, who was stationed in the bay area of Nikolas room, sitting ramrod
straight in a chair and staring out the window. Hey, Sly. Why dont you mess
around with my computer until Alexis gets here? I just spoke with her, and shes on
her way. I have some neat games for you to try. Nikolas carried his laptop over to
the small table that sat in front of the chairs. He opened the computer and accessed a
video game that would be sure to distract the upset boy. This one has a lot of cool
graphics. Look at those colors.
~*~*~*~
Laura frowned when she
walked down the hallway and saw that Lulus nursery door was shut. Usually, it was
open at all times. She opened the door and smiled when she saw Emma rocking a slumbering
Lulu in her pretty white bassinet.
Why the closed
door? she whispered.
Master Nikolas
shut the door because of the screaming, Emma answered quietly. I was growing
alarmed, and he recommended that we stay in here with the door shut. That boy down the
hall quit screaming, though. Its been quiet.
Laura smiled in spite of
the situation. Nikolas grows more like Stefan every
day. Im so proud of him. Thanks,
Emma. Ill be back to check on Lulu in a few minutes.
Laura hesitated outside
of the door to Frankies suite. It was now partially closed, and she heard two male
voices talking. Okay, Laura. Be strong. Youre
a mother. Mothers can do anything that they have to.
Lauras eyes
registered the familiar appearance of Johnny and an unfamiliar medical worker.
Hows my son? she asked firmly as she approached the bed. Johnnys
face looked crumpled and worn, which sent a chill of fear up her spine. Hes
been given some sleep medication. Hes starting to calm down some, the medical
resident explained.
Mrs.
Cassadine
Johnny said, acknowledging Lauras presence. He wanted to warn
her, but no words came, and he closed his mouth.
Laura gasped when she
saw Frankie lying on the bed. My God! What? Lauras eyes filled with
tears as she looked at her son. Frankie was mumbling incoherently, saying,
Dont make me. I dont wanna. No, I cant. Help me.
Mrs.DeMarco. Lauras eyes registered the smears of blood caking on her
sons face, arms and gown, and the look of extreme stress and terror on his contorted
facial muscles. His left arm was no longer connected to the blood pressure machine, but
lay across his stomach, revealing a new mass of black and blue bruises. His body twitched,
and his legs moved as if he were trying to kick something away. But, his movements were
weak, as it was obvious that he was becoming physically exhausted.
Why is he
bleeding? Laura asked in a shaky yet determined voice.
He cut into his
palms with his nails, Johnny explained. Were trying to settle him before
cleaning him up. Hes been quite distressed, but there is no more sedative left, and
he was given sleeping medication. It seems to be taking effect.
Laura instinctively
reached out to stroke her sons cheek. Frankie, she said softly.
Its your mother. Can you hear me?
Frankie opened his eyes,
and Laura was unprepared for the look that they held. Her heart broke when she saw the
pain, fear, terror and grief resident in the boys eyes. He looked hopeless, like
hed lost his best and only friend. Frankie, she said again.
Its Laura. Its your mother. Will you talk to me?
Frankies long
eyelashes fluttered in response to Lauras voice. Hey! You can hear me,
Laura encouraged. Talk to me, Frankie.
Frankies eyebrows
lifted eloquently, and he parted his lips. Mama? he asked breathlessly.
Laura tensed slightly,
but then accepted it. She couldnt understand why he insisted on calling her Mama,
but that was all right. Whatever he made him comfortable. Yes, she replied.
Its your
mama.
Mama, he
stated with more energy. Mama, dont leave me.
Im right
here, Laura encouraged. Im not leaving.
Frankie frowned and
moved with agitation. Dont send me back. Dont make me go back dere. I
dont wanna go.
Youre
staying right here with me, Laura stated firmly. Your place is with me.
Frankies face
screwed up with pain, and he flung his arm to the side. Oh, mama, its cold and
its dark and nobodys coming back. Im gonna die and Im so scared.
Mama. Frankie moaned dejectedly and began crying again.
Baby, will you let
me touch you? Laura asked respectfully. I want to hold you. Will you let me?
Is that okay with you? She placed a tentative hand on his arm to gauge his
reactions, but Frankie didnt flinch or rear back. She lightly stroked his arm while
telling him repeatedly that she was there. Gently, she pulled him up from the bed and
wrapped him into her arms as she sat down beside him. Frankies head lolled onto her
shoulder, and his arms hung limply around her sides. It was like holding onto a floppy
ragdoll. Laura began to rock him with an easy, fluid motion as she stroked his hair and
rubbed his back. Mamas here, she said repeatedly in a soft voice. This
continued for long minutes until Laura noticed he became quiet, that his body had lost
even more muscular tone and his breaths came regularly and evenly. She carefully lowered
him back to the bed and took in his relaxed appearance. Hes asleep, she
whispered to Johnny and the medical resident. Bring me a new gown and some supplies
so I can clean him up. Even though her heart was breaking, Laura felt a core of
strength in her, a mothers love that had stood the test of time with billions of
other women through the ages. She would do whatever was necessary in order to help her
child.
Thanks, she
said softly when Johnny handed her a cloth and a basin full of warm water. She began with
his hands and lightly cleaned out the rough scratches and indentations on his palms. The
medical resident looked over the cuts and said, Hell need stitches for one of
these, but well just bandage the other cuts. Theyre not deep.
Frankie remained asleep
as Laura carefully washed his face, removing the streaks of blood from his cheeks and
mouth. Frankie mumbled and frowned when she ran the cloth over his full lips, but he soon
settled again. She continued wringing the blood out of the cloth and ran it lightly over
his exposed skin. Soon there were no more traces of blood on his skin, and she reached for
the clean gown that Johnny handed her. She almost laughed out loud when she saw the three
blind mice and cheese trap cartoons sprinkled over the front. Who thinks up these things? She wondered. These pediatric gowns are so silly.
She untied his
blood-streaked gown and removed it, rolling it into a ball and handing it to Johnny.
Taking the washcloth, she cleaned up a few places that shed missed on his neck and
chest. Hes really quite thin, she
observed. His ribs are sticking out. She took in
a deep breath and sighed over the numerous scars, bruises and sutures that covered his
chest and torso. Hes had a hard life. And
these are only the scars that show. Who knows
what hes like on the inside? Laura draped the new gown over Frankie and inserted
his arms into the sleeves. She lifted him slightly and turned him to tie it in the back.
Covering him with a blanket, she paused to smooth her fingers over his hair and observe
his face. Hes a pretty boy, she thought. He looks like Luke, but has a softness or gentleness
about him that his father doesnt. How could this sensitive boy endure a life with
Frank? Her mind reflected back to the baby that she used to jokingly refer to as
the love sponge, an infant that had eagerly sought love and attention from his
parents. Hed always been so eager to please and very responsive to any positive
voice or action. Even as an infant, Laura could tell that her son had a large heart and a
sensitive soul. In fact, Luke had worried at times and had wondered how they should raise
him to meet lifes challenges.
Laura sat back in a
chair and watched as the medical resident gently and quickly worked over Frankies
palms, cleaning them with antiseptic and bandaging them. Her eyes met Johnnys, and
she gave him a small smile. She motioned to the door with her head and nodded.
~*~*~*~
Do you know what
that was all about? she questioned the tall bodyguard in the hallway.
Johnny shook his head.
All I know is that he shot the hitman, but took it very hard. He was in shock, and
it took over half an hour for him to come to his senses. The best that I can tell is that
he might be reliving some past experience that he was reminded of.
Lauras lips
tightened, and she shook her head. I came back home to find two upset teenagers and
an ex-husband on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Not
to mention a traumatized son. What the hell is going on here? How can so many things go
wrong so quickly?
Johnny pointed toward
Frankies suite. Thats been going wrong for fourteen years, he
intoned. Were just reaping what was sown.
~*~*~*~
Alexis shook her head as
she drove her car to Wyndemere. The back seat was full of the chatter of two kindred
spirits, Ruby and Mrs. DeMarco. Both women had insisted on traveling with Alexis when they
found out that Frankie was at Wyndemere and experiencing difficulties. Alexis knew that
she had met her match in the strong woman department.
I always knew he
was a Spencer, Ruby said. The moment I laid eyes on him, I felt this weird
vibe.
Mrs. DeMarco nodded
knowingly. Dats da intuition. A woman knows her own family. Its in da
bones.
And then there
were those blue eyes, Ruby continued. No one has eyes like the Spencers.
Its a family trademark.
He always was a
cutie. A special boy, Mrs. DeMarco agreed. Ill hafta make some copies of
our photos. I got lots of dem with dose blue eyes. She sighed and smiled. Such
a sweetheart.
~*~*~*~
Johnny entered his motel
room after the cab dropped him off. He sat down heavily on the thin mattress of his double
bed and sighed, rubbing the tense muscles in the back of his neck. A deep longing rose
inside of him for his own son, Rick. He rose and walked over to the desk, picking up the
phone and dialing the number hed memorized.
Hello?
Maria, its
Johnny. How are you? I wanted to call and talk to the kids.
Johnny, were
okay, Maria answered. Whens dis gonna blow over?
In a few weeks.
Sit tight, and before you know it, well see the last of the mob. Its going to
happen. Im almost free.
Maria hesitated.
Den why do you sound so down, Johnny? Whats goin on?
Johnny choked up, and it
took him a moment to recover. I miss my kids, he said softly. All I want
to do is be their father and help them to grow up safe and happy. I need to protect
them.
Like you
couldnt do for Frankie? Maria questioned.
How do you know me
so well, Johnny sighed. Yeah, Im feeling down because of Frankie.
Hes in a bad way, and I cant help him.
Da kids are
doin fine, Johnny, Maria replied softly. Dey miss you, but deyre
used to it. Dat would be great if you could get outta da mob and spend some more time with
dem.
Hows
Rick? Johnny asked worriedly. Is he acting out again?
Hes learning
to control his behavior better. But hes turning into a teenager, a boy who needs his
dad. Since Im his mama, deres only so much I can do for a boy, you know. Dey
need a man at dat age.
Johnny nodded
wordlessly. Can you put him on the phone?
Sure.
Dad?
Rick, Johnny
breathed with relief. It so good to hear your voice.
Yeah, I miss you,
dad.
Me, too,
son.
When can we leave
the safe house? Rick questioned.
In a few weeks. If
you can sit tight, things are going to be a lot better. Im going to leave my old
job, so there wont be the danger in our lives. Ill be able to see you more
often. Ive been thinking about you a lot, Rick. I want you to know that youre
the most important person in the world to me. You make me so proud to be your dad.
I love you, too,
dad. I hope we can be together again.
Its going to
happen, Rick. You can count on that. Im your dad, and I want to be with you.
~*~*~*~
Yeah, the
annoyed voice spoke into the phone.
Mr.
Corinthos, Johnny said smoothly. Its Johnny Callahan. Knowing that
Jason would likely be listening in on another phone, he added, Gentlemen. Its
time for your cost estimate. Mr. Smith is growing impatient. When he actually achieves impatience, things happen. Im sure
you get my meaning.
Sonnys brow knit
in anger as he motioned with his head for Jason to pick up and listen. Its
only been two days since you made your request for an estimate. You cant expect us
to crunch the numbers overnight.
That, gentlemen,
is exactly what I expect you to do, Johnny replied frostily. Either I receive
your estimate by 8AM tomorrow morning, or we take over Corinthos Enterprises. Its
your choice. Do you want to expand your business or do you want to lose it? Somehow I
cant see you being fulfilled selling newspapers at a newstand or being an usher at a
movie theatre.
You like to make
threats, Sonny replied with disdain dripping from his voice.
The way I see it,
we make promises. And, allowing you to live seems quite generous to me. But of course,
wed prefer it youd cooperate. Were not violent men by nature.
Jason shook his head and
scrunched up his face. Sonnys cheek twitched in anger, and he bit down hard on his
teeth. Youll have an estimate via email by tomorrow morning, Sonny
gritted out. He turned off the portable phone and tossed it across the room.
Bastard! he yelled. His cold eyes sought his second hand man. Who says
that well allow them to live?
~*~*~*~
Stefan sighed tiredly
and sat down in his executive office chair for the first time that day. His head was bent,
and he distractedly stroked his goatee. All morning and afternoon hed been exacting
damage control, desperately trying to protect the new stepson who had recently entered his
life. Laura must have forgotten to charge her cell phone again because none of the five or
six calls that hed made to her had reached his wife. Hed intended to call
Wyndemere for a progress report, but the distractions at the hospital had kept him busy.
Frankies ICU room
was now torn up and under renovations. At least that was what Stefan called it. Hed
had to pay the men double time to work on a Sunday, but all of the flooring had been
removed in the room with no traces of the gunshots or blood to be tied to Frankie. The
body that had been discovered in the ER was missing from the morgue. No one could tell the
police officers what had happened to it. Stefan shook his head. Mac Scorpio was a
formidable foe, a man of intelligence and determination. He didnt buy the stories,
but then there was no evidence to give him ammunition for any charges. Stefans mind
wandered to their earlier encounter.
*** Mr. Cassadine,
where is Frank Smith, Junior? Hes not in his room, and the ICU is torn up, in
complete disarray. There are workers everywhere.
Luke
Spencers son has been moved to a specially prepared suite in his mothers home.
He wasnt adjusting well to the hospital atmosphere, so we decided hed improve
more quickly in a different environment. After he was transported, we took advantage of
the empty room to make some much needed renovations. As Im sure youre aware, General
Hospital has been undergoing a modernization program.
Macs face was
plastered with his disbelief. You know that this kid is a mobster. Why would you
allow him in your residence?
Stefans
intelligent green eyes met the commissioners gaze and held it. I have no proof
that he was involved with his kidnappers business dealings. Why should I make that
assumption? Hes a gravely injured fifteen year old boy in need of his mothers
care and attention. Lucky Spencer is finally
home, and now he can begin to heal. He is a delightful, intelligent boy, full of
potential. Stefan folded his arms behind his back and stood his ground.
Mac sneered. Full
of potential for violence, he retorted. The FBI is very interested in this
so-called delightful boy. They have files full of his crimes.
Stefans right
eyebrow rose. Since when do files equate crimes, Commissioner?
Mac sputtered around and
then narrowed his eyes as he tried another angle to chip away at this composed man in
front of him. Are you a citizen, Mr. Cassadine? Are you familiar with American
law?
Stefans face
darkened as he understood the intent of Macs questioning. Ive been a
resident of Port Charles for thirteen years, and
Stefan paused for dramatic
effect.
a naturalized citizen for ten years. As CEO of a major hospital, of
course I am familiar with American jurisprudence.
But you also have
control over a major international empire, Mac countered.
A multinational
corporation, Stefan replied evenly. Its the nineties, Commissioner, the
business world has become international, unlike the narrow focus of the local police
department.
You cant
hide the kid at your gloomy mansion forever, Stefan. Hes going to be
questioned.
Hell remain
at Wyndemere as he recuperates. This is no secret. The courts have been notified of his
change in residence.
Macs face turned
red. He wasnt used to such a formidable opponent as Stefan Cassadine. The mans
self-assurance was maddening, and no angle presented itself for Mac to gain a toehold. He changed his line of questioning. A man was
reported as deceased under suspicious circumstances in the ER this morning. Mac
flipped through his notebook. He had a gunshot wound to the leg. He shouldnt
have died. What do you know about this?
Any death is
unfortunate, Stefan agreed. The body was transported to the morgue,
thats all I know.
The morgue never
received a victim with a gunshot wound, Mac stated firmly. Where did this man
go, Mr. Cassadine?
Stefan frowned. I
have no idea. Protocol requires
Screw
protocol, Mac huffed. And thats what you did, right, Mr.
Cassadine?
As I said,
Stefan continued. Protocol requires all deaths in the hospital to be investigated.
The morgue should have the body.
But it doesnt. Mac insisted. Where were you this morning?
I was at my home,
having breakfast and reading the paper. It was my intent to work most of the day to catch
up for the new week. I was behind in my paperwork, so I arrived here late this
morning.
At what
time? Mac questioned.
Between 10 and 11:30?
Stefan asked.
You seem to be a
precise man. Why cant you recall the exact time?
Stefan shrugged.
Every man needs a day of rest. I choose not to watch clocks on Sunday.
You get a lot done
while you rest, Mac said harshly.
Thank you,
Commissioner, Stefan smiled. He gestured toward his desk. Now if youll
excuse me, I must return to my paperwork. As you can see, its piled up. ***
Mac hadnt bought
Stefans evasive answers concerning the missing dead man issue, but he had absolutely
no evidence that anything illegal had taken place. It didnt matter so much what the
Commissioner believed. He had no facts. Still, Stefan didnt want the police to
sharpen their focus on Frankie. He stroked his goatee again. There must be some way to
deflect the spotlight away from his stepson.
~*~*~*~
Alexis had dropped off
Ruby and Mrs. DeMarco to make some tea in the kitchen while she wandered around the house
trying to find somebody. For as many people as Nikolas had implied were visiting
Wyndemere, none ran out to greet her. She walked upstairs, figuring that someone would be
with Lulu in her nursery. As she walked down the hallway, Laura darted out of a room and
smiled when she saw Alexis.
I was just going
to call you, she said.
Nikolas beat you
to it, Alexis stated. He said that Frankie was here, Luke was upset, and he
was also trying to calm down Sly.
Laura frowned. Oh!
I havent seen Nikolas. He must be in his room with Sly. Frankie is in his suite a
few doors down, and Luke is resting in a guestroom. Let me show you to Luke.
Is he all
right? Alexis asked worriedly.
Laura shook her head.
Not really. Frankie is having some problems, and he took it rather hard. Hes
very upset and on edge. Im sure he needs you. Here we go. Laura stopped in
front of a room three doors down from the library. Hes in there. You talk to
him, and Im going to find Nikolas and Sly.
~*~*~*~
Alexis entered the
darkened room and caught the outline of her husband lying on his back in bed with a white
washcloth draped over his forehead. She tiptoed over to the bed and sat down gently on its
edge. Luke? she asked quietly.
Mmmm, Luke
mumbled as he opened his eyes and woke up from his nap. Alexis?
Nikolas called me
and asked me to come here. He said that you were upset.
Luke pushed himself up
into a sitting position and laid the washcloth to the side of him. He groaned, running his
hand over his eyes. Thats an understatement, he commented wryly.
Discombobulated, wacked out and freaked out. Thats a more accurate
description.
Laura told me that
Frankie is here and that some problems arose.
Yeah, Luke
sighed. He never recovered from shooting that hitman, and he seemed to disintegrate.
When we finally got through to him, he became the official mascot of Frank Senior. He
talked about killing people and of course demanded his guns and booze. Lukes
voice changed and took on a tearful, plaintive tone. Ive lost him, Alexis.
Ive lost him for good. A fat tear ran down Lukes cheek, and Alexis
heart broke watching the depth of her husbands pain. She reached out a gentle hand
and stroked away the physical representation of his hurt.
I dont know
about that, she said quietly. Its not over. Dont give up hope. I
know its hard, but you can stay strong if you lean on me.
Lukes tears
glistened in his sad eyes, and he hugged Alexis with a desperate intensity. Alexis
separated from him after several minutes and looked him in the eye. Lets
locate Sly and go home, she said. Laura, Ruby and Mrs. DeMarco can take care
of Frankie for tonight, and well concentrate on our other son. He needs us,
too.
* lyrics from
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