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Post by Horsey on Jun 23, 2009 8:49:49 GMT -5
aww, thanks sugar...you are so sweet. I'm working on it now, and it should be posted later this morning.
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Post by Horsey on Jun 23, 2009 9:11:13 GMT -5
Nick and Clay arrived at the Marone Mansion just after Jackie. Nick walked through the front door with Clay following at his heels. He observed his mother reading his son “The Tale of Jeremy Fisher”, which was one of Nick’s personal favorites from his childhood. Nick smiled at the memory of him sitting on his mother’s lap listening with rapt attention to the story.
“Mr. Jeremy bounced up to the surface of the water, like a cork and the bubbles out of a soda water bottle.”
Nick quietly walked over to the couch where Jackie sat reading. He leaned over kissed his mother then his son of the top of their heads. Jackie paused in her reading, smiled at Nick then continued on with the story. The little one didn’t even look up, he was enthralled with the pictures in the book. Nick motioned for Clay to follow him, and the two men went towards the study. On the way to the study Nick passed the nanny. She caught the look on Nick’s face and followed him. She had worked for The Marone’s for long enough to know that something was defiantly up. Nick held the door open to the study allowing Clay and the nanny to go into the room.
“Molly have a seat.” Nick said indicating the maghony colored leather chair. Molly sat quickly while looking a bit anxious. Nick glanced at Clay momentarily then fixed his gaze on Molly.
“The family is getting away for a few days. Which means that you are getting an impromptu paid vacation,” he said with a charming smile. Nick tried to imbue some excitement in his voice, he had to make this sound like a fun getaway, and not what it actually was.
Molly looked hard into her employer’s eyes. She knew Nick well enough that there was something off. However, she chalked it up to the recent separation of Taylor and Nick, and the custody issues.
“I see,” Molly said thoughtfully. “And when do you think you’ll be back?”
“Well, we are playing it by ear this time around, I’m not sure where we’ll end up. With all the craziness that has been going on, mom, Alex, and I are going for spontaneity, and my old friend Clay here has promised to show me some of his haunts. I’ll give you a call a day or so before we come back, so you can be ready.”
“What should I tell Mrs. Marone?” Molly asked, as she spoke a knock came at the door.
“Come in” Nick called.
Jackie poked her head in the door, “Is everything alright in here?” she asked as she entered with little Alex in tow.
“Fine mom,” Nick replied. Little Alex was grasping the small book Jackie had been reading to him.
“More nana,” he said rather authoritively. Jackie chuckled and smiled down at her grandson. “Maybe Molly can read to you sweetheart. Nana, needs to talk to Daddy for a few minutes,” she reached down and swept Alex up into her arms. “Molly?”
“Of course, Mrs. Marone.” Molly got up from the chair and reached for Alex.
“Molly I’ll speak with you again before we leave,” Nick said.
“Of course, Mr. Marone. Now Alex, did you want to hear this story again or a different one?” Molly questioned as she left the room.
As soon as the door was shut Nick went over to his desk and started rooting through his messages. He picked up one and read it carefully, his eyes narrowed slightly.
“Damn, I didn’t need this headache at the moment,” he exclaimed.
“What’s that Nicky?” Jackie asked.
“Apparently Taylor was admitted to the hospital last night.”
“Yes, I know,” Jackie answered.
Nick looked up, and shot his mother a glare. “You knew and didn’t tell me!?”
“Nicky, I only found out this morning myself. She was with Eric last night when they heard the news about Ridge. Apparently she passed out on the way to the hospital. She took a lot of pills then drank afterwards. Eric said the doctors had to pump her stomach. It was a close call.”
Nick stood in stunned silence. He didn’t know what to think. One thing was for sure he thought, he had to go see her before they left town.
Jackie continued, “That’s why Eric wanted me to go with him this morning. He wants her to get professional help inpatient.”
Nick bristled slightly, “Since when is it Eric’s decision to decide what’s best for my wife, regardless of whether we are together or not. She’s still my wife.”
Jackie sighed, “I don’t think Eric is deliberately trying to usurp your position as Taylor’s husband, but given the state of things between you and Taylor at this moment he’s probably just trying to get her the help she needs without causing anymore undue heartbreak for Taylor. Face it Nicky, the lady is at the end of her rope apparently, and your presence may make things harder all the way around.”
Nick digested Jackie’s words, took a few deep breaths, and glanced at Clay.
Clay opened his mouth to speak, however the phone rang just at that moment.
Nick grabbed the receiver “Nick Marone” he answered.
“Yes, Taylor is my wife.”
Nick paused for a few moments, then answered again; “An involuntary commitment?”
Silence again, “I see, is Mrs. Forrester still there?”
“If I voluntarily sign for her, will....”
“No I’ll be down there shortly to iron this all out.”
Nick replaced the receiver, and looked at Clay. “I need to go to the hospital and take care of this, do you want to go with me or stay here?”
Clay thought for a moment weighing his options then answered, “I’ll stay here with your mother and son. And I’ll let Moyer know that you are heading to the hospital.”
Nick nodded, “by the way mom, this is Clay he is our protection for the foreseeable future. To everyone else he’s an old friend from my Captain’s days.”
Jackie nodded, placed a hand on Nick’s and said, “Nicky be nice to Taylor, despite your two’s problems, she’s extremely vulnerable at the moment.”
“Don’t worry, I want what’s best for her, and I certainly don’t need her to OD, nobody wants that.”
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Post by jilt on Jun 23, 2009 9:17:54 GMT -5
Another great instalment, Horsey
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Post by MissJr on Jun 23, 2009 11:32:12 GMT -5
What a great installment! It will be very interesting to see what happens when Nick gets to the hospital. Hopefully, he'll make it there and back without incident. I love it when grownups read to small children! What a sweet scene!
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Post by sugarpie on Jun 23, 2009 13:56:26 GMT -5
((Horsey))) Great installment........What a nice read.Keep it up!!! Since I no longer watch Bold . In my spare time I come here with a ice cold glass of sweet tea to read all of your wonderful fan fics.....It's a nice refreshing treat for the day!!!
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Post by Horsey on Jun 29, 2009 11:08:40 GMT -5
Nick paused at the door of Taylor's hospital room after meeting with her attending physician, he thought about what the doctor had said.
"Mr. Marone, you can see by the amount of drugs and alcohol in her system that she could have very easily died. With what Mr. Eric Forrester told me about her current marital status, and then Mrs. Stephanie Forrester's visit this morning, cannot rule out that she tried to kill herself or that she might again. Also compounding my worry is that she knows that her ex-husband is badly burned and might not make it. I also understand she's been having an affair with, and you only recently found out. Her mental state is very very fragile, and being a mental professional it makes her even more of a danger to herself."
Nick agreed with the doctor, and signed the papers to allow Taylor to be transferred to a well-respected inpatient facility. He also called Clay and let him know the arrangements. Clay indicated that he would pass the information along, and there would be a security detail at the facility. Now all he had to do was see Taylor. He wasn't looking forward to dealing with her when she was in this kind of state. He sighed, and entered the room.
Taylor was lying in the bed with restraints on her arms and legs. She had her eyes closed, but when she heard the door shut, she opened them and warily looked at Nick.
"Great," she muttered.
Nick let that pass, and responded.
"Hey there, how are you doing?"
Taylor rolled her eyes and responded in a sarcastic tone, "how does it look like I'm doing?" She tried to lift her arms for effect, but the restraints held them down.
Nick looked at her with pity. Taylor despite sedatives in her system saw clearly that pity and lashed out.
"Just great, I suppose that you're here to rub it in or worst yet offer me your pity, while you gather evidence so I can't see my child." The words came out in a huff.
It was Nick's turn to roll his eyes. So this is how it was going to be, oh well he thought. I'm not going to play this time.
"Actually I'm not here for either, despite what you might think that you know, I'm here because the doctor needed papers signed. He told me that he's told you that he wants to have you committed. However, when after you were admitted you, and came around you gave them Eric's name as next of kin?" Nick watched Taylor closely looking for a clue as to what she was going to say next.
"Of course, I didn't think that you would be bothered. After all, you never really wanted me to begin with. It was all about the child I gave you." "Or was it because you didn't think that Eric would have you committed?"
"Eric would never have me committed," Taylor practically shouted.
"Wrong," Nick said shaking his head. "Eric actually wanted to sign the papers, but Bridget found out and let your doctor know he was leaving you a loophole. He then contacted me." Nick crossed his arms and stared hard at Taylor until she turned her face away. He then softened his tone, "look everyone that cares about you wants you to get better. You almost died last night. Think about what that would have done to your children, Eric, and.....Ridge," he managed not to spit out his name.
Tears started to well up in Taylor's eyes. "Ridge," she whispered. Nick started to roll his eyes again, but restrained himself. He didn't need Taylor reverting at this point, he was just starting to make some headway.
Nick put his hand on Taylor's arm, and she stiffened slightly in response. "Look, you have to get better. I think you know that you've been self medicating. Maybe you thought you were getting better, but with all our families have been going through the past week; I think it's best if you go to this facility and get some help. I've already checked it out, and so has Eric. He, your doctor and I believe this is the best thing for you. Besides," Nick added with a slight chuckle, "No Stephanie, I'll make sure of that for you."
Taylor cracked a wry smile, "maybe you're right."
"Seriously Taylor," Nick said as he gently pulled her face towards him, "we don't need another family tragedy at this point. I don't think anyone could handle that."
She looked into Nick's eyes and saw the absolute sincerity there, and realized that he truly meant every word.
"No Stephanie?"
"Absolutely no Stephanie," he said with a smile, and kissed her on the forehead. He straightened up and moved away from the bed. "Now your doctor will have you transferred in a few hours. The clinic has my contact numbers, and I'll give Eric a call and get him to bring you some things to make life a bit more comfortable for you."
Taylor nodded.
"I'm not going to be visiting you there unless the doctors think it's in your best interests. I want you to understand, that I'm not trying to use this against you. I only want you to get better, and have a great life."
"Thank you Nick," Taylor said with some remorse in her voice.
"Just get better," Nick responded and left the room.
Nick made his way down the hall to the nurse's station, where Taylor's doctor was waiting.
"I think she'll cooperate doctor," Nick said.
"Good, that's the best thing for her. I wasn't sure after Mrs. Forrester's visit this morning."
Bridget had come up from behind Nick and chimed in, "sometimes my former step mother just doesn't know when to quit."
Nick turned around chuckling, "why doesn't that surprise me? Hello Bridget."
"Hello Nick, she replied.
"If you'll excuse me, I have some additional arrangements to make for Taylor," the doctor said as he found a delicate way out of what seem to be a discussion of a family matter.
Nick shook the doctor's hand. "Thank you for all you've done, granted I'm not on the best of terms with my estranged wife, but I do care about her well being."
"Your welcome, I don't like seeing one of my own profession fall from grace as Taylor has done."
The doctor left, and Bridget and Nick continued with their conversation.
"Alright Bridget," Nick said as he turned to face her again, "I want all the details."
Bridget laughed and replied, "If you want all the details....well you don't have all day do you?"
"That bad eh."
"Well first Stephanie showed up to see Ridge with apparently some thug, who then proceeded to try and shoot her in the lobby."
Nick looked shocked beyond belief.
Bridget shook her head in agreement. "Thank goodness that Agent Moyer was there, she and another detective apprehended the guy. The hospital staff decided to check Stephanie out since she appeared to be having some sort of fit, when they left her for a moment while getting a blood draw kit, she decided to pay a visit to Taylor. According to what I was told was heard in the hallway Stephanie overheard some of the staff commenting on both Taylor and Ridge being ex's and in the same hospital. You know, just regular gossip. Apparently after giving Taylor an earful about embarrassing the family with her overdose, Taylor went bezerk and tried to strangle her with an IV line."
"No wonder Taylor's in restraints," Nick said. Then added quickly "not that I blame Taylor for wanting to put something around that woman's neck."
"Well now the scuttlebutt around the hospital is that when Dad was leaving, he ran into Stephanie, there was another scuffle, and Agent Moyer took her back to the police station. I haven't talked to Dad yet, to see if it's true."
"That woman really doesn't know when to quit," Nick said as he shook his head in disgust.
"I know," Bridget agreed. "Did you hear that she's been arrested for killing Carmine?"
"Yes, and it disgusts me to no end. Both Nick and Bridget were thoughtful for a moment. "Have you heard from your mother today?"
"Well, I saw her before she left, but I haven't heard from her since." Bridget glanced at her watch, "and her plane doesn't land for another couple of hours, so I don't think I'll hear from her until then. Why do you ask?"
"Mom, Alex, and I are taking off for a few days. I've left Clarke in charge at FC, and I really need to get away from this craziness for a few days."
"Well, I'll forward that on to mom when I hear from her," Bridget responded just as her pager went off. She glanced at it, "I have to run, but are you going to see Ridge while you're here?"
"Not right now," Nick responded. "And I doubt that he wants to see me either, and there's no reason to get him riled up at this point is there?"
"Nick," Bridget said matter of factually, "he's in a coma, I doubt if he would even realize you were there."
Bridget turned on her heel, and walked briskly down the hall. Nick almost as briskly walked the opposite way heading under a sign that said, lobby this way.
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Post by Horsey on Jun 29, 2009 11:09:29 GMT -5
Agent Moyer was driving while Stephanie sat in the seat next to her. Since her Houdini act of this morning, Moyer had decided that while they were in the car, she had Stephanie cuffed to the door handle. Stephanie to her credit sat there in her soiled wrecking clothes and didn't say a word. Moyer had grabbed a couple of garbage bags from the hospital and place them on the seat of her BMW. It was bad enough that she would have to have the car professionally detailed after the inside had been tainted with the smell of urine and smoke, she would not allow it to stain the leather seats.
"I thought you said we were going to the police station?" Stephanie asked in a response to an unfamiliar turn that Moyer made.
"Did I say that?" Moyer asked innocently.
"You know you did," Stephanie responded, then to herself added bitch!
Moyer chuckled to herself and ignored Stephanie. Moyer knew exactly how she wanted to play this.
"Are you going to answer me or not?" Stephanie demanded.
Silence.
Stephanie glared at Moyer for a few minutes. Moyer completely unperturbed, took another turn. Stephanie looked out the window at the neighborhood they were in, and suddenly became a little worried. To say they were in a slum would be an understatement. Moyer stopped at a corner put the car in park, reached over Stephanie wrinkling her nose at the intense odor and unlocked the handcuff.
"Get out," she coolly commanded.
Stephanie instinctively froze as she watched the people gather at the corner. Moyer had deliberately chosen a corner known for gang violence to make her point.
A couple of the more scary guys made their way towards the car.
"I said get out," Moyer repeated.
"You're crazy," Stephanie spat.
Moyer rolled down her window, and flashed a brilliant smile at one of the tattooed men leaning against a light pole.
In response he pushed away from the pole and immediately walked over to Moyer's window.
"Hey baby," he said in an appreciative voice. "What can I do you for today?"
He looked across at Stephanie, taking in the handcuffs and the odor he coughed, and took a step back from the car.
"Man, that's some freaky crap you've got going on."
"I know," Agent Moyer responded. "Wanna join in?"
The guy held his nose and shook his head. "Wait a minute," he leaned back into the car took another look at Stephanie and gasped.
"That's the chick that insulted my sister last night in the jail. She described her to me this morning. Oh, hell yea, I want some of that."
Stephanie began to become unglued, while Moyer smiled like a cat that swallowed a canary.
"Well honey, when I'm done with her, I'll bring her back by." Moyer winked and rolled up the window. She glanced over at Stephanie who was as white as a ghost.
Moyer laughed, "Do you get the point now?" She put the car in drive and drove away from the intersection. The man faded from view. Moyer drove for about another two miles into a more middle class neighborhood and pulled into a driveway of an in descript house. The garage door opened automatically, and she drove into the garage. The door closed again as soon as the car was in.
"Now," Agent Moyer said as she put the car in park and turned it off, "you and I are going to have a little chat."
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jun 29, 2009 11:25:47 GMT -5
In response to post 257, awesome!! :)You do not disappoint.
Hag certainly has met her match in Moyer, hasn't she? I have to admit, I enjoy Moyer's scare tactics. She sure knows how to make the unwilling talk.
And after reading post 258, my heart went out to Taylor, which is saying something. Not only has she been self-medicating, but she is in restraints and probably looking pretty haggard.
And Hag is a bitch! Bawling her out for her overdose. FGS, the woman could have died, she probably needed some sort of comfort.
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Post by sugarpie on Jun 29, 2009 11:46:47 GMT -5
((Horsey)))) Just caught up reading..........Great job again! ;D I love coming here to read.........
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Post by jilt on Jun 29, 2009 15:39:01 GMT -5
Completely awesome instalments, Horsey I love Agent Moyer even more now! She's really got Hag's number, hasn't she? Can't wait to read about their 'little chat', LOL.
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Post by MissJr on Jul 1, 2009 15:11:02 GMT -5
I love seeing Stephanie scared and at someone else's mercy for a change! She has no one else to blame and her conduct was off the charts. The only thing separating her from that "street scum" was their respective addresses. She's no better than they are and it's hilarious to watch her put on such airs of pretension when she's reeking of urine and looks totally busted and disgusted. Moyer is my kind of agent and I hope that Stephanie finally got the point. And how fortunate is Taylor to have an estranged husband who obviously still cares? She should count her blessings. I highly doubt that Ridge would have been so solicitous of Taylor's plight even if he wasn't in the sorry state he's in now. Your attention to detail is great! I loved how you had Taylor and Nick resorting to the same old arguments, which is very realistic. Kudos on some really great installments!
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Post by Horsey on Jul 2, 2009 7:42:24 GMT -5
Thank you ladies. I do love Moyer and I'm trying to find a way to keep her around after all the dust settles....but I'm not sure I can. It's about time that Stephanie starts to pay and pay well for all of her manipulations. Stephanie's worst nightmares are going to come true. MissJr, I'm glad you enjoyed the reading scene. I like to write the children in as much as possible. As Beatrix Potter is one of my favorite children's author and Jackie is British, it was a natural choice. Poor Taylor, she is indeed lucky that Nick is such a wonderful person. I've noticed on screen he never really stops caring for any of his ladies. To me that is the major difference between Nick and Ridge, while Nick make break their hearts he still cares. When Ridge does it, he's number 1 and to hell with whatever doesn't fit into his agenda at a given moment. Nevermind the fact that his agenda changes faster than he can change his underwear. Ridge is truly a player that gives little regard to the hearts he tramples on. Gio, you know Stephanie just can't help herself. I'm sure she had the best of intentions going to see Taylor, but she always laspes and goes into attack mode. Taylor is at her wits end with her former best friend, and like Nick I can't blame her for losing it and attacking the old hag. I don't think Stephanie ever really sees the damage she causes to the ones she claims to love.
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Post by jilt on Aug 8, 2009 10:07:14 GMT -5
I'm really hoping that you are going to come back and give us some more great instalment of this story soon, Horsey It seems like forever since the last one...
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Post by Horsey on Aug 10, 2009 12:18:35 GMT -5
She reached behind her seat and pulled out a large attaché case. Stephanie sat completely motionless in the passenger seat, still in shock. Moyer opened her door and got out. She shot Stephanie a hard look and sighed in an annoyed manner. Moyer then walked around the car, whipped open the passenger side door, and jerked Stephanie from the seat. “What the hell are you waiting for? Stephanie stumbled a bit, once she was out of the car, as she tried to collect her wits. Stephanie couldn’t believe this bitch was treating her in this manner. It was incomprehensible to Stephanie that an officer of the law would treat her this way. Moyer shooed her away from the car, grabbed the trash bags off the seat and threw them in a nearby receptacle. “Lord, I’m never going to get that smell out,” Moyer muttered. She shot another glance at Stephanie, then starting nudging her in the back towards the door that led into the house. Stephanie, Moyer observed, still seemed to be in a sort of trance. “Get a move on,” Moyer commanded. Stephanie still didn’t react, and Moyer was starting to get irritated. Moyer moved in front of Stephanie and grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a good hard shake. Stephanie seemed to come to her senses for a brief second before slumping onto the concrete floor. Exhaustion and stress finally taking its toll on the aged matriarch of the Forrester Family. Moyer swore, pulled out her blackberry. After scrolling through the numbers she hit the send button, “I’m going to need a bit of assistance.” There was a moment of silence, “yes, I’m at the safe house.” Moyer paused again, laughed, and continued, “No I have instructions to interview her by herself, so just come by to help me move her. She’s passed out. I highly doubt she’ll be awake for a few hours.” Moyer hung up, and then scanned through her numbers again. Finding the one that she wanted, she tapped out a text message that read:
I have her isolated, waiting for your instructions.
She sent the text, put her blackberry away and leaned against the hood of her M6 and waited for the help she requested.
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Post by Horsey on Aug 10, 2009 12:18:59 GMT -5
Nick meanwhile, made it back to the Marone Mansion without incident. Instead of parking in front of the house, he pulled the car into the 10-car garage. Clay and Jackie had rounded up everything they would need for the trip. The luggage was stacked neatly by the front door. Jackie had taken the liberty to pack Nick’s stuff. Clay had indicated that he wanted to leave as soon as possible after Nick returned from the hospital. As Nick entered the foyer, he noted the luggage and immediately looked for Alex. The young boy was sitting on the couch. Nick smiled; his mother had dressed the boy in a sailor’s outfit. Alex was fiddling with the navy blue scarf, trying in vain to unknot the offending cloth from around his neck. Much like his daddy, Nick thought to himself. He was not one to enjoy dressing to the hilt. In fact even now when he was in the office, he found himself wearing comfortable khakis and polo shirts, not three-piece suits, and patent leather shoes.
Nick scooped up Alex, “Let me help.” Nick quickly undid the knot, and Alex beamed up at him.
“NICKY!!” Jackie admonished. “He was perfect.”
“For you maybe, but Alex doesn’t like it, do you son?” Nick glanced down at Alex who continued to beam at his father. Alex turned to his grandmother, and reached for her. Jackie ever indulgent reached for him as well, hugging him close as he snuggled. . Clay appeared at the doorway leading to the study. He caught Nick’s eye. Jackie noticing also got off the couch keeping little Alex in her arms. Clay walked towards the luggage and Nick followed. The two men gathered as much of the luggage they could carry and made for the garage to load the car up.
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Post by jilt on Aug 10, 2009 13:18:45 GMT -5
Thank you so much for the new instalments, Horsey! Poor Satanie - NOT
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Post by MissJr on Aug 10, 2009 14:41:12 GMT -5
Horsey, thanks for your latest installments! So the stress of her own evildoing finally caught up with the aging Forrester matriarch, did it? GOOD! But, guess what? At least she’s alive for another day to tell the tale of how her machinations led to such suffering for others. Too bad Carmine, Brooke and his loved ones, Taylor, Nick and his family, and even Stephanie’s precious son are either dead or suffering untold heartache and pain. I’m so glad that you aren’t sugarcoating anything either. In Bradley’s hands, they would have trotted out James or Taylor for a “therapy” session, which would have ultimately been used to absolve the hag of any and all responsibility for her actions. Her actions would have been called “victimless crimes,” her family would have been pissed for all of 5 minutes, she would have given a self-serving CYA explanation with lots of Brooke-bashing thrown in, and eventually the status quo would have been the order of the day. Then to add insult to injury, the hag’s family (Felicia, Thorne, etc.) would have behaved as if Brooke was being unreasonable and that she needed to get over her grief like yesterday.
Stephanie used to be a lot more subtle back in the day when she was plotting and scheming. Tangling with arch-villains like Harvey Golden and his ilk? Either she was bored or she decided to go slumming with the lowest of the low. And, now look what it’s gotten her! She has gone too far in her desire for revenge, and I will enjoy every second of her suffering.
Alex’s reaction to Grandma Jackie dressing him like a little baby fop was perfect! He definitely sounds just like his daddy!
I can’t wait to read more of your story and look forward to your next installments!
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Post by Horsey on Aug 12, 2009 7:37:19 GMT -5
Thank you jilt and MissJr. I will be posting more shortly. ;D
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Post by Horsey on Aug 12, 2009 11:04:43 GMT -5
“Mr. Marone, you are doing much better today,” a petite nurse observed as she finished up changing the sheets of Massimo’s hospital bed. He was seated in the reclining chair set by the window.
Massimo didn’t respond immediately. At the moment he was staring out the window, trying to come to grips with the current predicament he and his loved ones were involved with. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that it appeared that Stephanie was responsible for the death of Carmine. Mass shuddered at the memory of the elder Carmine’s interrogation of him, then berated himself for just handing over Mr. Golden’s name, and for not flying out to LA himself to guide Stephanie himself. He was sure that he could have avoided this whole mess if he had handled it personally. He was positive that if he had dangled an eligible attractive man in front of Brooke, she would’ve taken the bait. Then a wedge could’ve been driven between Brooke and her “ace” designer. Once that happened it would have been a piece of cake to take advantage of Forrester Creations weakness. As it stood now, Stephanie had tangled with the wrong family, and there was precious little he could do about it. “Mr. Marone?” She repeated, as she walked towards him. When he didn’t respond, he softly touched his arm. He jumped and turned his head towards her.
“What?” He questioned rather abruptly. The nurse quickly removed her hand.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” the nurse apologized quickly.
At that moment the door opened and Giorgio entered the room. The Rossi brother was bringing news, and he wondered how his charge would take it. His father had made it very clear that he didn’t want anything to happen to Massimo. It puzzled Giorgio that after what had come to light concerning his brother Carmine and this man’s involvement; that his father was so concerned for his well being.
Massimo’s eyes caught Giorgio’s and he didn’t like what he saw in them. Giorgio’s face was grave, and Massimo wondered what in the world could have happened now. Was Ridge okay? Nick? The grandchildren? The monitor that was still attached to Mass, which had been beeping at a normal rate, started to speed as Mass reacted. The nurse looked at Giorgio and Massimo in turn.
“I have to speak to Mr. Marone.” Giorgio said.
The nurse nodded, and turned to Massimo; “try to stay calm, and I’ll be right outside if you should need me.” She left the room quickly. Once the door had shut, Giorgio walked over to the bed, and sat on the edge facing Massimo. He took a deep breath before starting.
“Father will be happy to hear that you are sitting up now. When I spoke with him last, he said he would be stopping by to see you very soon.”
Massimo nodded. He had figured that he wouldn’t be so lucky as to not have to see Mr. Rossi again.
Giorgio eyed the monitor, noting that while his heart rate hadn’t slowed, it was at least holding steady. He decided to continue. “Father also told me that your son Ridge has had a very bad accident.”
The monitor started to beep erratically, and Giorgio continued quickly. “He is alive. The police believe that the same people responsible for Carmine’s death are involved with your son’s accident.”
The monitor evened out, slightly. “Dominick?” Massimo managed to whisper bleakly.
Giorgio nodded. “Dominick is fine, as well as the young children.”
The monitor slowed a bit.
“Stephanie?”
“Do not mention that woman’s name in my presence.” Giorgio stated harshly.
Massimo looked appropriately abashed, and decided not to press the issue. “Do you know exactly what happened to Ridge?”
“I do not know much, however his condition is still critical. At this point they don’t know whether he will make it or not. Father said something about burns and broken limbs.”
Massimo turned green as he processed this information. The monitor remained steady, and Giorgio got up from the bed. “I am going to leave, you need your rest.” He left the room as Massimo turned his eyes to the picturesque countryside that could be seen through the window.
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Post by jilt on Aug 12, 2009 16:45:43 GMT -5
Another excellent instalment, Horsey Really looking forward to reading more soon Massimo is almost as big a piece of work as Stephanie. What a family they and their tainted offspring make!
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MissJr
Lounging on the Deck
Brooke IS the Bold & the Beautiful!
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Post by MissJr on Aug 12, 2009 19:41:35 GMT -5
What excellent reading, Horsey! Boy, Massimo and Stephanie are like two peas in a pod. So all they had to do is dangle a man in front of Brooke, and all their problems would have been solved! These two are unbelievable. Well, Massimo is doomed to his own existence and I hope he thinks long and hard about the woman he chose to put on a pedestal. Now he has to worry about the safety of his family because of her. Happy dreams, Mass!
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Post by Horsey on Aug 18, 2009 8:33:27 GMT -5
Brooke shifted in her seat. After many hours of sitting in one position, she was stiff and in a bit of pain. At this moment it was RJ that was sitting on her lap, sleeping with his head pressed to her chest listening to her heartbeat. Rick noticed Brooke’s discomfort as she tried to shift to a different position in the seat without disturbing RJ. He undid his own seatbelt stood up and reached for his little brother. Rick managed to extricate RJ from Brooke, which allowed her to stand up herself to stretch. She smiled gratefully at her oldest son. He smiled in return. Catherine appeared and took RJ from Rick. Rick sat back down and popped his ear buds back in, however Brooke made her way to the ladies room. Mr. Rossi glanced at his watch. There was only about an hour left before the plane would land. He wasn’t looking forward to burying his son, but he was more than ready to be back home at his beloved villa, and vineyard. Brooke made her way back to her seat, and as she did Mr. Rossi rose, stretched and then made his way to the bathroom as well. On his way by, Lorenzo stood and stopped him momentarily; he whispered into his uncle’s ear. “The bird has been caged.” Mr. Rossi nodded knowingly, and continued on to the restroom without commenting.
After processing the “thug” from the hospital, Lt. Baker sat at his desk contemplating the next step. Experience told him that the “thug” would be out on bail almost immediately. He hadn’t said a word during the whole processing procedures, and even before they had him fingerprinted, his lawyer had shown up. Baker sighed to himself. He was waiting for Moyer to return with Stephanie. As far as he could see, she was their ace in the hole. The key appeared to be to get her talking, however he knew from her past behavior that she was deceptive and would only reveal her involvement when it was absolutely necessary, and when she had been pinned down by her own lies. Then, he was sure, she would try and spin it so she would be perceived as wronged in one way or the other. Lt. Baker picked up his phone and tried to call Agent Moyer, however after 5 rings the call went to her voicemail. Lt. Baker left a message for her to call him as soon as possible, and that he was waiting for her and Stephanie at the station. He hung the phone back up and there was a knock at his door.
“Come in,” he responded.
The plainclothes detective that Agent Moyer had taken to the hospital came into the room.
“I was told that you wanted to talk with me?”
“Have you seen Moyer since the hospital?” Lt. Baker asked.
“She said she would handle Stephanie, and left with her. I assumed she would’ve brought her back here.”
“No, she hasn’t shown up yet,” Lt. Baker, answered. “And I just tried to call her, but didn’t get an answer.”
“If she doesn’t call or show up soon, I’m going to have to go over her head. At first I was happy to have help from the FBI, but now I’m not so sure. Damned feds, they always want to do it their own way.”
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Post by Horsey on Aug 18, 2009 8:34:59 GMT -5
Bridget sat back on the sofa at her and CJ’s beach house. She kicked off her shoes, and let her hair down from the standard ponytail that she wore to work. She got up from the couch and padded softly to the bathroom. Once there, she stripped down and turned on the shower. For more than half an hour she stayed in the shower allowing the hot water to relax her tense and tired muscles. After exhausting the supply of hot water, she turned off the shower, and wrapped herself in a large soft bath towel. She quickly ran a comb through her hair. Bridget left the bathroom and headed for the kitchen. She opened the small glass fronted wine chiller that was placed conveniently underneath the counter beside the bar area. Bridget debated internally, red or white, but decided on a Riesling from a region in Northern Italy. She grabbed a Lenox crystal wine glass which had graceful design of leaves cut into the crystal, and wound down into the stem of the glass. A house-warming present from Carmine. Bridget uncorked the bottle, and went to the fridge for some food. She glanced at the contents of the fridge, but found nothing that she was really craving. In fact, she wasn’t very hungry at all, but she knew she needed to eat something. She pulled open a drawer, and pulled out several takeout menus. She thumbed through them half heartedly, and decided to call CJ instead, to see if he could bring home some of her favorite pastries from Insomnia. She had made her way to the phone when there was a knock at her door. She looked up and saw an unfamiliar man standing there. At the same moment, the phone rang underneath her hand. She held up her index finger to the man standing at the door, and picked up the phone. “Hello?”
“Bridget Garrison?” a voice asked.
“This is she,” Bridget replied.
“This is Lt. Baker.”
“Oh, I didn’t recognize your voice at first.” Bridget stated. “What can I do for you Lt.?”
“I wanted to call and let you know in light of the events of the past week, I’ve arranged security for you, your husband, and father in law. He should be arriving there shortly.”
Bridget nodded to herself, “Is he wearing jeans, and a black t-shirt?”
“Is he there now?” Lt. Baker asked.
“I..I think so.” Bridget replied. She was starting to become unnerved. Too much was happening all at once, Carmine, Ridge, Taylor; she couldn’t help but feel as if another shoe was going to drop.
“You think so?”
“Well he’s at the door, you called when he knocked.”
“I see. Give me a physical description of him.”
“He’s about 5’8”, dark short hair, brown eyes, and,” Bridget squinted to see through the divided glass door, “some tattoos. I can’t see them well through the glass.”
“That’s him,” Lt. Baker confirmed. “There will be others, in shifts.” Lt. Baker explained. “With you working at the hospital and Ridge, we thought it best to have someone with you.”
“Okay,” Bridget said resigned. “How long do you think this security will be necessary?”
“I’m hoping only a few more days, but it might be longer.” Lt. Baker responded.
Bridget sighed, “Okay. I’m going to let him in.”
“I’ll be in touch Bridget. If you need anything just give me a call. Here’s my cell number.”
Bridget grabbed a pen and piece of paper and jotted down the number. She hung up the phone and let in the man that was still patiently waiting at the door.
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Post by jilt on Aug 18, 2009 8:49:49 GMT -5
This is great, Horsey! Really looking forward to reading more, especially about Moyer's interrogation of Stephanie. Great work
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Post by Horsey on Apr 15, 2010 9:01:52 GMT -5
My apologies to my readers. I embarked on a career change where I was hired to turn around a company. It has been a very demanding and challenging time these last 6 to 9 months. I hope to start writing again in the near future.
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