CHAPTER FIVE

SONNY’S PENTHOUSE:

Carly(enters and slams the door behind her)So here you are. You might have let me know you were having Roy bring you home from the hospital, I could have saved myself a trip.

Sonny: I didn’t know you were planning to bring me home from the hospital.

Carly: We live together, Sonny. Who else would bring you home but me.

Sonny: I didn’t want you to have to put yourself out. I really can’t do anything right where you’re concerned, can I?

Carly: Just what is that supposed to mean?

Sonny: I thought cleaning out the nursery before you came home from the hospital was doing you a favor and it was the wrong thing to do. And I thought getting someone to bring me home from the hospital to save you from the trouble of having to bring me home was doing you a favor and that was the wrong thing to do, too.

Carly: Do you want me to move out?

Sonny: No. Do you want to move out?

Carly: No.

Sonny: So where does that leave us?

Carly: I don’t want things to go back to the way they were between us when I first moved in here.

Sonny: I don’t either.

Carly: Then how do we get things back to the way it was before the accident.

Sonny: I don’t know. I guess we just take things one day at a time.

Carly: That’s what we’ve been doing since you brought me home from the hospital and it’s not working. Our grief over the baby’s death has caused this big emotional gulf between us and it’s just getting bigger as time goes by. What do we do about that. How do we get rid of it.

Sonny: Maybe by getting rid of the physical gulf between us by you moving into my bedroom with me.

Carly: You want me to move into your bedroom with you?

Sonny: Forget I said anything. It was a stupid idea.

Carly: No, I think it’s a good idea. But, Sonny, I can’t...because of the baby until the doctor says I can.

Sonny: I didn’t ask you to move into my bedroom because of that. I don’t know why, but the nights are always the toughest to get through for some reason. Three o’clock in the morning for some reason everything just hits you. It’s the worst time of the night. The enormity of it all hits you square between the eyes and you just lie in bed awake thinking about everything waiting for dawn to arrive and for the night to be over. It was that way when Stone was dying. I used to wake-up every night at three on the dot and go and sit by Stone’s bed. I’d just sit there and listen to him breathing wonder if this would be the night he would stop breathing and he wouldn’t make it to see another day. I was convinced for some reason that when Stone died, it would happen in the middle of the night before a new day dawned. Anyway, I just thought that maybe when that happened. When we woke up at three in the morning and everything hit us fresh that we could hold each other and it would make it easier for us to get through the rest of the night together.

Carly: How did you know I wake-up every night at three in the morning and the whole thing hits me all over again like it’s just happening to me.

Sonny: I’ve heard you walking the floor of your room at night and I figured you were feeling the same thing I was. I almost went to you a couple of times, but in the end I just stayed in my bed staring up at the ceiling waiting for the sky to get light and for the night to be over. So, do you want to move into my bedroom with me.

Carly: Yeah, I think I’d like that. It would be nice to feel your arms around me and your body next to mine when I wake up in the middle of the night unable to go back to sleep. I’ll go upstairs and start getting my things together so I can move them into your bedroom.

Sonny: And I’ll go upstairs and make room in my room for your things.

LAURA’S HOUSE:

Laura(opens the door to Bobbie)Bobbie, what are you doing here?

Bobbie: Laura, I really need to talk to you. I’ve got a really big problem.

Laura: It must be if you’re coming to me for help.

Bobbie: I figure since you were in a similar situation not long ago you’d know exactly how I was feeling at the moment.

Laura: What is it?

Bobbie: It’s Stefan.

Laura: What has he done now?

Bobbie: It’s not what he’s done, it’s what I’ve done. Brace yourself. Stefan is Carly’s father.

Laura: What! That’s impossible! How? If he told you this than he’s lying.

Bobbie: I only wish this was one of Stefan’s lies, but he doesn’t even know about this. I realized the truth when Stefan and I were first married, but since I thought Carly was dead I never told him. One day he was playing with Lucas. He had this mask on that covered his face and only revealed his eyes. There were so many men back then that I couldn’t remember one face from another, but for some reason I always remember the eyes of the man I knew was Carly’s father. Stefan thought I recognized him because I saw him taking Leslie’s body from the hospital morgue and that’s what I let him believe.

Laura: No offense, Bobbie, but I just don’t see Stefan doing hookers. And since there were so many men, how can you be so sure Stefan is Carly’s father.

Bobbie: Mikkos Cassadine, only back then I didn’t know he was Mikkos Cassadine. He called himself Misha Castellan. Anyway, he brought both his teenage son’s to Ruby’s brothel in Florida. Apparently, it was some Castellan family tradition that the men lose their virginity to hookers so they can be taught the right way to make love to a woman so they won’t be clumsy and inept lovers. Apparently, Misha Castellan thought that was a fate worse than death. Anyway, before he’d allow any of Ruby’s girls to be near his precious sons, he wanted to make sure we were clean. That we didn’t pass any STD’s on to his sons. So after he examined all of Ruby’s girls like we were horses on an auction block, he picked me and another girl as the chosen ones. We had to submit to a battery of tests to prove we were clean and we weren’t allowed to associate with any of the other customers until after we’d serviced and educated his sons. That’s how I know that only one man could be Carly’s father. Stefan.

Laura: Bobbie, are you sure it wasn’t Stavros that you serviced.

Bobbie: I’m sure. Strangely enough, I remember both Stefan and Stavros’ eyes. Stavros’ eyes were the coldest and deadest eyes I’ve ever looked into and Stefan’s weren’t.

Laura: You’re right about that. That’s the thing I remember most about Stavros. His cold, dead eyes. All right, I’m convinced Stefan is Carly’s father. But why are you bringing this up after all this time.

Bobbie: Because I was in Tony’s office today and I noticed Stefan’s medical file laying on top of his desk and looked at it.

Laura: Bobbie!

Bobbie: Laura, Stefan has something wrong with his kidneys. If I read that file correctly, he’s going to need a kidney transplant. Carly is Stefan’s daughter. Don’t you see. I’m going to have to tell him the truth after all this time.