Tangled Webs (Read 22,653 times)

[MrsM]

Yes please!!!!

[DancingDays]

And RUM!!!

[Kpatch]

Thanks guys!

I got derailed this afternoon. I will post the excerpt now.

[Kpatch]

BLACK APARTMENT, MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

A smile washed across Chloe’s face, thinking about how Philip held her, and kissed her, and touched her tonight. She hugged herself and basked in the afterglow all over again as she contentedly fell asleep ... until a noise woke her up.

Chloe: Brady?
She looked over at Brady’s side of the bed and he still wasn’t there. Chloe looked at the clock on the nightstand. 2:45. Could Brady be coming home at this hour? Usually if he was out this late, he didn’t come home until around 6:00 in the morning. He’d shower, dress, and have a cup of coffee, then head to his office.

Chloe quietly got out of bed to investigate the noises coming from the living room. She opened the bedroom door a crack and she could see Brady opening and closing closets and drawers, looking for something. She heard him say “Damn it” repeatedly. He was mad about something, that much was for sure. Chloe considered letting her presence be known and offering to help, but she had experienced this mood from him far too many times, and didn’t want to become the target of his anger again.

Chloe closed the bedroom door softly, and quietly made her way back to bed. She closed her eyes and tried to block out the sounds, hoping he would find what he was looking for and leave.

A minute later, the bedroom door flung open. Chloe sat upright in bed, now wide awake.
Brady: What the hell is this?

To be continued ...

[DancingDays]

Yikes.

You're such a tease kpatch.

[djm]

I loved that Philip and Chloe fell asleep thinking about each other. That was just so sweet. Yikes poor Chloe what a way for her to wake up. Now I am going to wonder all night what it was that Brady found. Thanks for the chapter and the little extra. You sure know where to stop to keep us on the edge of our seats.

[MrsM]

Hmmm. Wonder what Brady is looking for and what he thought he found.

[gapeach]

He was probably looking for his stash and lord only knows what he found!!

[ghoulgirl]

Uh oh. Looking forward to tomorrow!!

[fluffysmom]

Thanks for the excerpt Kpatch. Poor Chloe. I wonder what Brady was searching for and what he found.

[Trey]

He found "I can't believe it's not butter". You can't use that on cheesy popcorn. It doesn't work. ;D

[mae00]

LOL Trey!!!

[Kpatch]

BLACK APARTMENT, MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

A smile washed across Chloe’s face, thinking about how Philip held her, and kissed her, and touched her tonight. She hugged herself and basked in the afterglow all over again as she contentedly fell asleep ... until a noise woke her up.

Chloe: Brady?
She looked over at Brady’s side of the bed and he still wasn’t there. Chloe looked at the clock on the nightstand. 2:45. Could Brady be coming home at this hour? Usually if he was out this late, he didn’t come home until around 6:00 in the morning. He’d shower, dress, and have a cup of coffee, then head to his office.

Chloe quietly got out of bed to investigate the noises coming from the living room. She opened the bedroom door a crack and she could see Brady opening and closing closets and drawers, looking for something. She heard him say “Damn it” repeatedly. He was mad about something, that much was for sure. Chloe considered letting her presence be known and offering to help, but she had experienced this mood from him far too many times, and didn’t want to become the target of his anger again.

Chloe closed the bedroom door softly, and quietly made her way back to bed. She closed her eyes and tried to block out the sounds, hoping he would find what he was looking for and leave.

A minute later, the bedroom door flung open. Chloe sat upright in bed, now wide awake.
Brady: What the hell is this?
Chloe: What’s what?
Brady: This!
He threw a business card at her. She picked it up, looked at it, and felt a knot form in her stomach.
Chloe: Where did you get this?
Brady: From your handbag. Where do you think I got it?
Chloe: What were you doing looking in my handbag?
Brady: I need money. I need cash.
Chloe: Isn’t it customary to ask, not take?
Brady: Answer the question.
Chloe: What question?
Chloe hadn’t forgotten his question, but she was stalling.
Brady: Why do you have Philip’s card with his phone number in your wallet?
Chloe: That’s a silly question. He gave it to me.
Philip had given her his mobile phone number while they were stranded in the cabin. It never occurred to her that Brady would rummage through her handbag and find it.
Brady: Obviously! But why?
Chloe: What do you mean “why”?
Brady: I mean why did he give you his private number and tell you to “Call anytime.”
Chloe: Why wouldn’t he? He’s my friend.
Brady: Ha! Don’t you mean he’s your lover?
Chloe: Don’t be ridiculous.
Brady: Ridiculous, huh? Do you take me for a fool?
Chloe: I refuse to answer any more of your questions while you’re stoned.
Brady: I’m not that high. And you haven’t answered anything.
Chloe: Neither have you.
Brady: Me?
Chloe: Why were you looking for cash in my purse? Need money to buy more drugs?
Brady: Don’t change the subject!
Growing impatient, Brady grabbed Chloe’s arms and held them tightly as he pulled her out of bed and dragged her to her feet.
Chloe: Brady, stop it.
Brady: Look me in the eye and tell me you’re not having an affair with Philip.
Chloe: Not until you let go of me.
Despite her bravado, Chloe was scared. Her heart was pounding and her arms were hurting as Brady tightened his grip. He shook her.
Brady: Say it!
Chloe: Let go. You’re hurting me.
Brady: Say it!
Chloe flashed to Philip telling her that it wasn’t just an affair.
Chloe: I’m ... I’m not having an affair.
Brady: You’re a liar! I saw you!
Chloe: What? What are you talking about?
Brady: I saw you kissing him. I saw you get out of the car and kiss him.
Chloe: When?
Brady: Damn it! I was watching you from the terrace!
Chloe felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. She couldn’t breathe. She was flushed and a cold sweat came over her. Brady’s grip was getting tighter and tighter. He knew the truth and she couldn’t deny it, nor could she explain it. She wasn’t prepared to deal with this right now.
Chloe: You need to let me go, Brady. Do you want me to call the police again?
Brady: Listen to me carefully Chloe. You tell Lover Boy if he ever comes near you again, I’ll kill him. And if you think I won’t do it, just remember that I’m Victor Kiriakis’s grandson. I know how to order a hit on someone.
Chloe: Brady Black, you are not a murderer. This is just the drugs talking.
Brady: If that’s what you think, try me. Go ahead. Go see Philip. Then you’ll find out whether I make good on my threat.
Chloe: I don’t even know who you are anymore, Brady.
Brady: Wait a minute. Did Philip ...
Chloe: Did Philip what?
Brady: That freaking liar. He did! He told you, didn’t he?
Chloe: Told me what?
Brady: That he caught me with Nicole two months ago. That’s how he got you to sleep with him, isn’t it?
Chloe: He caught you with ... Nicole?
Brady: Don’t pretend you didn’t know. I knew that asshole couldn’t be trusted.
Chloe: You and Nicole?
Brady’s words were sinking in and Chloe felt physically ill. Even though Chloe had long suspected that there was another woman, the fact that the other woman was her good friend Nicole hurt like hell. And Philip knew. He knew the whole time they were stranded in the cabin together, but he didn’t say a word.
Brady shouted at her.
Brady: Answer me!
Brady held both of Chloe’s arms and he shook her again. She knew he could see the terror in her eyes. He had only manhandled her like this once before.

He pulled her roughly into the living room and kept a stranglehold on one arm. With his other hand, he took her wallet out of her handbag and threw it at her.
Brady: Give me your cash.
Chloe: What?
Brady: You have to have more than this. Where’s the rest of your money?
Chloe: That’s all the cash I have in the house!
Brady: Okay, you want to play it this way, that’s fine with me. I’ll take it out in trade.
Chloe: What???
Brady: I want you to do me like you did Philip.
Brady unbuckled his belt using his free hand, and Chloe’s terror grew. This man was her husband, but he had never behaved this way before, and she had never been so scared for her own safety. She choked back tears and tried to pull out of his grip.
Chloe: Brady, no. Please. Not like this.
Brady pushed Chloe and she fell to the floor. She started to shield herself, expecting Brady to hit her, but instead he got on top of her, pushing up her nightgown, touching her all over, forcing her legs apart and pressing his body between her thighs. Tears rolled down her cheeks as Chloe swatted at his hands and slapped him, trying as hard as she could to shove him off of her, and struggling beneath his weight.
Chloe: Brady, don’t. Brady, get off me. Please. Please Brady, stop. Don’t do this. You don’t want to do this.
Brady: Yes I do.
Chloe: No, you don’t. This isn’t you, Brady. It’s the drugs. ... If you do this, you’ll hate yourself tomorrow.
Brady suddenly stopped mauling her, as if the haze cleared and he realized that Chloe was right. He got up and went into the bathroom. Chloe was trembling as she reached for a nearby chair for support so she could pick herself up off the floor. She grabbed her coat and her handbag and ran out of the apartment.


To be continued ...

[wendylou]

Wow! That was pretty intense. I was getting scared for Chloe. I'm really glad he stopped when he did but I still think he probably went to a place they can't recover from. I sure hope she's headed for Phillip.

[MrsM]

Whoa. I am in tears. That one hit a little too close to home.