| Chapter 8: Elizabeth slammed the door shut and glared at her sister. "Where have you been?" Sarah put down her magazine. "What do you mean." "You weren't in school today, so I went to find you. Like a good sister. But Mrs.Kirscher saw me leaving the school and gave me a weeks worth of detention. I tried to tell her, but no...you're the good sister, the bright Webber. 'I'm sure that Sarah has a good reason for not coming to school today. She's so bright'." Elizabeth crossed her arms. "So now I'm waiting. And this excuse better be good, otherwise I'll go right to Gram." "I went to see Nikolas." Elizabeth blinked. "That's it?" "What do you mean, 'that's it'?" Sarah wanted to know. "You got me detention for him?" "He's in the hospital, Lizzie." "But he doesn't want to see you, Sarah. You want to believe something that's not there. Grow up and figure it out." Elizabeth angrily ran up the stairs and slammed her bedroom door. Nikolas Cassadine stared at the television in the upper right hand corner of the room. He had been staring at it all day, not really focusing on it, and as the hours past by and the characters changed, he was harly aware. He could only focus on one thing. Sarah. Couldn't she see that he didn't want her to see him? Not like that, anyway. He felt so helpless. So out of control. He never wanted to feel like that again. Never. He didn't know how to make it go away. He didn't want her sympathy. And that's exactly what she had been doing, wasn't it? Nikolas turned his eyes off of the television. Was he really acting like an arrogant jerk? He had to admit, that hurt. He knew that he had been acting cold, but that was because he didn't want sympathy. He didn't want anyone bothering him so long that he was feeling helpless. So long that he couldn't talk. Stefan walked in the door, carrying a coat. "Nikolas, are you ready to go home?" Nikolas nodded and got off of the bed. He had been ready for hours. He couldn't wait to get back to Spoon Island. Where he could tell the guards and Mrs. Lansbury not to allow visiters. Where he could once again block out the world. Emily Quartermaine walked in the door to her house. She could hear people talking in the parlor, so she closed the door quietly and tried to remain unheard. She was halfway up the stairs when she heard the parlor door open. "Emily, is that you?" Emily froze on the stairway. "Well, young lady. It's about time you got home. Do you realize that it is seven o'clock?" She turned around to face Edward who stood waiting with his arms crossed. "I'm sorry, Grandfather, I was at the park." "At the park? Are you serious? We have been waiting for an hour to eat dinner. Cook is furious! What in heavens name were you doing at the park?" Emily turned and started back up the stairs. "I was thinking about how crazy I must be to still live here!" Emily walked in her room and slammed the door closed. She flung her bookbag onto her chair and lay down on the bed. She glanced at her night table. Pictures were propped up in frames of her family and friends. A picture of Paige was next to her clock, then one of her and her brothers. Then of the whole Quartermaine Clan. Then of Lucky Spencer. Emily closed her eyes and remembered the day that was taken. It was at a picnic. Half of the residents in Port Charles had gone. She had to practically drag him to come and she had been seriously thinking about leaving him alone. But she was glad that she didn't, because they had a blast. They had played games with the little kids, sat under the willow trees and ate delicious food that the adults had made, and somewhere in between there had been an ice war with snowcones. She grinned as she remembered that. Lucky had bought her a grape snowcone, her favorite, and they had been eating it, laughing at the jokes that the teenagers were telling and having a good time. Then, Lucky thought that it was time to liven up the party by placing some of the ice shavings down her shirt. One thing led to another and soon there was no ice left in the paper cone, but on the ground or in people's shirts. Emily opened her eyes and stared at the picture. In it she was giving Lucky a huge, playful hug. Tears came to Emily's eyes as she thought of all the adventures they had. She wiped her tears away as she thought, I miss you, Lucky. |