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Episode 2-01 |
Tom Residence “You’re
pregnant?” Kassie Tom gasped, looking at her mother,
Darla, with only a shocked expression. “Is this
true?” Robert
Carlyle shrugged away sheepishly, looking incredibly guilty. Darla
nodded. Her face flushed up, and she turned away from
her daughter. “I should have told you…” “When
did this happen?” Kassie asked, only wanted a few
answers to make her lightheadedness decrease. Darla
motioned for Robert to move away from the door, and he
did so. “I… I am about 7 months along.” She
paused, and pointed to her stomach. “Was I ever this
large?” Kassie
clasped her forehead. “You’ve only been carrying
suitcases today, or sitting down… I just didn’t pay
attention. And even so, the thought would have never
crossed my mind.” She moved closer to her mother.
“It’s Drew’s?” Darla
froze. It was Robert’s. “Yes, it is. We… we made
love right before her left for… Europe.” Kassie
scratched her head. “I… well… this is a surprise.
I’m pretty much speechless…” “Don’t
be,” Darla insisted. “I was worried about how you
would react. That’s all. And you’ve been so busy. I
didn’t want to burden you.” Kassie
rushed up to her mother, and put her arm around her.
“Of course I would want to talk to you. I don’t want
you ever to feel like that again, do you hear me? I’m
here for you.” Darla
smiled and wiped a small tear from her eye. “I know
you are, sweetie…” They hug. “Do
you mind if I tell Patrick?” Kassie asked. “He’ll
need to know he now has one more person to protect.”
She smiled to her mother. “Sure,”
Darla responded, “but I have got to go downstairs now.
I’m feeling a little hungry!” Kassie
laughed. “Sure. I’ll set up the room for Patrick.” Darla
left the room feeling much better. Her daughter had
accepted that she was pregnant, and everything was going
smoothly. She entered the kitchen and saw Robert at the
fridge. “Sorry
about that,” Robert said sheepishly. “What did you
say?” “The
truth?!” “Well,
that I was pregnant. She believes it is Drew’s.”
Darla opened the fridge. “I’m starving.” “You
keep eating,” Robert agreed. “We want this baby
healthy.” “We
sure do,” Darla responded, grabbing a yogurt cup. Robert
approached Darla. “So, how is my little son doing so
far?” “Don’t
call him that. It –” “Son?!”
came Kassie’s voice came from the doorway. She stood
with an equally confused Patrick. “I don’t believe
it! Is there something you two want to tell us…?” Consuelos Residence “You
evil bitch!” Dean Consuelos cried out. “Now,
now, now…” Skye Lore flashed Dean an evil grin.
“We don’t want to go upsetting anybody, do we?” “I
ought to…” Dean stopped in shock, and backed away
from Skye. “Jesus! You’re evil!” Skye’s
eye glowed bright red, her smile ever present on her
face. It was obvious that she had some powers. But, to
Dean’s horror, he realized that she had much more than
just a power. Something was living inside her. Something
of evil he couldn’t fathom. “I…
I…” Dean stuttered. “Out
with it!” Skye shouted. “All
I have to say is that this explains a lot. The whole
evil thing… it’s fitting.” Skye
looked at him as if he was an idiot. “You think
you’re such a wise-ass, don’t you. I can’t wait
till you’re whistling another tune…” Mateo
Consuelos came into the doorway from the kitchen. “Are
you alright, Skye? I could hear you across the house.” “I’m
fine,” Skye responded innocently. “Dean?”
Mateo countered. “Nothing.
We just a little expressive in our conversation.” Dean
smiled back, and Mateo slowly moved back into the
kitchen area. “Outside…
now!” Dean declared, dragging Skye outside. Meanwhile, next door… Brianna
Huber decided that Presence has officially drained out
of ideas to write about. She had just finished sucking
the last drop out of Vivian Torres’s murder. That was
a stroke of luck. “And
Presence has become so dull…” Brianna sighed,
walking across her lawn. “I can’t stand it. Maybe I
can move to San Francisco.” She
could hear her neighbors argue. It had been like this
for a while. “At
first is was only Mateo, but now there are two others?
The one looks like he could be a brother, but the woman
is something else. A girlfriend, maybe?” Brianna
questioned herself aloud. “Maybe if I was writing a
soap that would work, but –” “…and
now I’m going to jail because of you! You are selfish.
What are you getting out of this anyways? I killed a
man, and now it’s as if you’ve hated me all your
life…” “Hello…”
Brianna cooed, listening to Mateo’s brother speak. She
quickly moved behind a large group of evergreen shrubs
in her yard. She strained to hear. “…and
I’m going to be damned if you are going to get me
caught!” Bingo!
Brianna thought excitedly. This is getting
interesting… Evans Residence He’s
mine, Gillian Evans thought to herself. And after the
way you treated dad, you don’t deserve him. While
her mother, Addy, was watching, she quickly grabbed
Giovanni Pike’s head and pulled him into a deep kiss. After
a few seconds of passionate kissing, Giovanni pushed
himself away. “You are the most beautiful woman I have
ever met. You have this fire inside you. And you deserve
a man.” Gillian
was breathing deeply, and ha forgotten that he mother
way still watching. “Yes…” “And
if you want me from Addy, all you need to do is ask.”
He flashed her a smile. He leaned down to give her a
kiss, and she leans forward as well. Gillian quickly
turns her head and he kisses her on the cheek. “Not
too fast,” she cooed. “That was just a taste…” Watching
from the side window, Addy was furious at the sight. How
could her own daughter steal her widowed mother’s
boyfriend? She
rushed to the kitchen, and pressed herself against the
wall. “I
may be older than you…” Addy spoke, thinking. “But
I know a Hell of a lot more about love than you. And I
know how to break it…” Presence Local Precinct Bo
Torres, in lock-up, was thinking long and hard about why
he was in jail. He had plenty of time to think, since
the police seemed occupied with finding Adam King. He
had escaped from right under their noses. He hoped he
hadn’t gone after his daughter again. “Me,
kill Vivian?” he thought. “Never.” He
thought back to before he was so rudely arrested. He
and his son, Wyle, had just met up on Main Road. They
had decided together to surprise Vivian. They both met
in a bus stop. “Do
you think I need to change before I see Vivian?” Bo
asked, placing his tote bag down. “I think all the
walking I’ve been doing has gotten to me.” Wyle
shrugged. Bo
reached into his bag, and pulled out a fresh shirt. He
remembered examining it carefully. He remembered it very
clearly. “There
was no blood on my shirt!” he exclaimed. “Then how
did it get there…?” Torres Residence “Adam
King did stab you, so I’d think he’d be the last
person you’d trust right now. You’re playing right
into his hands.” Wyle Torres paused, and looked down the
basement stairs. “Maybe he has some secret vendetta
against our family.” Iris
Torres shook her head, but was unsure. Was
her father the killer of her mother? Was the man tied up
downstairs in her basement the killer? Or was it someone
else? “I
am not very sure if Bo, our father, is the killer, but I
do know Adam happening to see the killer and giving a
very vague description is odd.” Wyle moved back into
the kitchen. “So…
Adam did it?” Iris questioned, following her brother. “He
has been convicted of stabbing you… he would be my
first guess, but…” “But…?” “But
dad isn’t in a good spot right now. He was found at
the scene with blood on his shirt. Blood. And he knew
exactly where mom was before she was killed.” “But
they were happily married, right?” Iris asked
innocently. “Hell,
no!” Wyle blurted. “They have been arguing for the
longest time. They never go along, anyways. Sometimes,
when you were off at University, I would almost think
dad would kill
her.” Iris
nodded, feeling sympathetic towards her little brother.
He was a man now, but remembered his parents fighting
seems to upset him. “It is sad what our family has
become, isn’t it?” Wyle
nodded. He was four years younger than her, but he
looked so much older. Iris
couldn’t help but wonder what he had been doing all
the years after she left home. “I know this is
off-topic, but what have you been up to since I left. We
haven’t spoken since I was eighteen. It has been
almost ten years.” “I
managed to graduate from high school,” he announced,
“…barely. I
applied to Nappa Business College, and took a few
courses on entrepreneurial skills. You know, my own
business.” Iris
smiled. “You still don’t like having a boss… some
things never change.” She reflected back to her
childhood. “Even when you got into grade 1, the
teacher told mom and dad you insisted on the books the
teacher should read, and threw a fit if people were
ignoring you.” Wyle
smiled back. “Yeah, I guess that’s true. But I
really all I ever wanted to do was get out of that
house. I couldn’t take it.” “The
fights…” “And
it is your fault. If there was blame to be place, it is
squarely on you.” “Now
Wyle, you know I never…” “Whose
fault is it, then? How could mom and dad have dealt with
the loss of a daughter?”
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