Chapter Eight




Lorenzo walked into Jessica’s room, a smile on his face when he saw her awake and sitting up slightly. She still looked pale, but he was glad she was alive. He didn’t even want to think about what would have happened if she had not made it.

Jessica looked up when she heard the door open, hoping it was Jason, but it wasn’t, it was her father. Looking at him, she could see worry, fear and anger in his eyes.

“Hey, good to see you awake,” Lorenzo said, kissing Jessica on the forehead and then sitting beside her in the chair next to the bed.

Jessica was confused. What am I doing in the hospital? She thought to herself, not sure what was going on. Jessica tried to sit up a little straighter, but gasped at the pain radiating from her stomach.

Lorenzo was at her side immediately, easing her back down. “You shouldn’t try to move too much, you might pull your stitches.”

Jessica looked at her father in confusion. “Stitches?” she asked. “Dad, what happened to me? What am I here?” she asked, hearing how her voice shook with fright.

Lorenzo was momentarily shocked that Jessica did not remember what happened to her. He wasn’t sure if he should tell her just yet, but the confusion and fear in her eyes made him realize he needed to tell her the truth. He gently took her hand in his and cleared his throat.

“Jessica, you were attacked in the park last night and your attacker stabbed you in your stomach,” he explained as gently as he could, watching her face for a reaction. “Whoever did this to you left you in the park, in the cold, bleeding.”

As her father spoke, it all came back to her: She remembered leaving the club and walking through the park to get home. She remembered thinking about Jason and seeing him that night. She also remembered being grabbed from behind, a gloved hand over her mouth. She remembered trying to scream and struggle to get away. She remembered the white hot pain in her stomach, of the blackness creeping into her vision and feeling her clothing becoming wet. And just before everything went dark, she remembered seeing the knife with her blood on it.

Lorenzo watched the range of emotions that passed over Jessica’s face, worried as to what she was remembering. After another minute, she shook her head to clear the images. “How did I get here?” she finally asked. Lorenzo heard the tremor in her voice.

“Carly and Morgan found you and brought her here. Carly called me,” he said.

Jessica nodded as she took in the information. Jason saved me,” she thought. A warmth spreading over her at that thought. She looked over at her father again, and saw the same look on his face as she did when he came in. Does he know about me and Jason? she wondered, feeling slightly nervous now. Jessica did not think this was the right time to fill her father in on the fact that she was in love with one of his enemies.

Taking a deep breath, Jessica decided that she needed to know what he was thinking so she would know how to respond or what to say. “Dad, what’s going on? What are you thinking?”

Lorenzo looked up at his daughter and saw the worry in her eyes. “Jessica, did you see who did this to you? Did they say anything to you?” he needed proof that Morgan and Corinthos were behind this. He knew it would be suicide to accuse them right off, as he had pretty much done earlier today, but he knew how close Jessica had become to Carly and did not want to make false accusations.

Jessica shook her head. “No, I didn’t even hear him come up behind me,” she said.

“You’re sure it was a man?” he asked.

Jessica nodded. “The person was too strong not too be. And when he pulled me to him, I could tell it was not a woman,” she said.

“He didn’t say anything to you?”

Again, Jessica shook her head. “He covered my mouth with his hand and he was wearing gloves, leather ones. I tried to struggle, kick him, pry his hand from my mouth, but then I felt the knife. . . and that’s all I remember until I woke up here,” she said.

Lorenzo did not like hearing his daughter describe what happened to her. Then he asked his next question, watching her face as she answered. “Is there anyway Corinthos or Morgan could have done this?”

“WHAT? You’re serious, aren’t you?” she asked in astonishment, momentarily forgetting the stitches and sitting up straight again. She hissed in pain and leaned back again. “Why would you think something like that?”

“Why Jessica? Why would I think something like that? Jessica, Corinthos hates the fact that his wife felt something for me while they were still married. He has never and will never get over it, and this would be the perfect revenge,” he said, knowing he was raising his voice, as he indicated her abdominal region. “He would do anything to hurt me. And if he didn’t do it himself, he would defiantly have Morgan carry out his orders for him.”

Jessica shook her head, knowing that this was one order Jason would not carry out. She knew that Sonny still was wary of her and her connection to Carly, but she knew he would not do this. “You’re wrong,” she said, raising her voice in anger. “Sonny and Jason may hate you for what you did, and so would Carly for that matter, but they would NEVER do this to me!!”

“How can you be so sure of that Jessica?” Alcazar yelled at her. In the time he had known his daughter he had never yelled at her before. She had been a good child and never really needed to be reprimanded, but he was scared now, scared of losing her like he lost his wife before he had a chance to really know her. He knew he had not been the best father to her, but he had tried his best to protect her from his life.

“What is going on in here?” asked Monica as she walked into the room to see father and daughter glaring at each other. Although Jessica was angry, Monica could see that she was pale and started to shake from the exertion of the argument.

Alcazar turned to Dr. Quartermaine, realizing that he and Jessica had been causing a commotion. Turning back to his daughter, he saw what Monica saw. Jessica was pale with dark circles under her eyes. He instantly felt bad for getting angry and worked up. “I’m sorry,” he said, more to his daughter than to the doctor. “I should go so that you can rest,” he added, picking up his coat and walking out of the room.


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After her father had left, Jessica assured Monica that she was fine and then tried to get some sleep. But it was hard to sleep, images of the attack kept creeping into her mind and she would jolt awake, a feeling of deep fear rising in her. After waking for the third time in the last two hours, Jessica heard a knock at the door. It opened slightly as she hoped it wasn’t her father; she was too tired for another fight.

“Hey,” said the voice and she looked up, a wide smile on her face.

“Jason,” she said, glad that he had come by to see her. Jason came into the room and sat in the chair her father was in earlier.

At first, Jason wasn’t going to come and see her; he knew it would look too suspicious if Alcazar happened to be there. But he couldn’t stay away any longer. It has been a long, restless night for him, worrying about her. He needed to see for himself that she was awake and alive.

“I really shouldn’t be here,” he said quietly, hoping she would understand what he meant.

Jessica nodded her head. “I know, but I am so glad that you are here. When I woke up, I didn’t remember what happened to me and no one was here to tell me,” she said, looking at him. “But then m father came and told me, although I don’t think he wanted too, and I remembered everything. Then we started arguing and Monica had to come in and he left. I haven’t seen him since, and I don’t think he will be back for a while.”

Jason nodded. “You said you remembered what happened, did you see the person?” he asked. Jason wanted to know who did this and take care of it. He was angry that he had not been there for her; he should have walked her home instead of waiting for Max to arrive to take Carly home. Then he wasted more time arguing with Carly.

Jessica watched his face before answering the question. “No, I never saw him,” she said and then went on to tell him the same thing she had told her father. “My father thinks that Sonny is behind this,” she added almost in a whisper.

“I know. He came to the club this morning and threatened me,” he said.

“He did what?” she asked, anger creeping back into her face. “I can’t believe him!! That’s what we were fighting about. He swears that Sonny is responsible and that he had you do the job for him.”

Jason looked at her, knowing Alcazar would definitely feel that way. He nodded his head. “Yeah, well, Carly got him to back off,” he said.

“I told him that Sonny would not do this, but I don’t think he wants to believe that,” she said. “I know that Sonny would not have done this, and even if he did, I know you would never follow through on the order . . . at least I would hope you wouldn’t.” Jessica knew how she felt about Jason and how Jason felt about her, but neither of them had ever really expressed it.

Jason was shocked at her final statement. “Jessica, I would never do anything to hurt you,” he said, leaning forward and, with one hand, he took her hand, and with the other he gently turned her chin toward him. “Jessica, I would do anything to keep you safe and it is tearing me up inside that I was not there to protect you last night. I will find the person who did this to you and make them pay,” he said, staring into her eyes. “Jessica, I love you and I will die before I let anyone touch you again.”

Jessica stared at him with wide eyes. She could feel the tears pooling in them when she heard the three words she wasn’t sure he was ever going to say to her. Smiling through her watery eyes, she said, “I love you too Jason.”

He gently cupped the side of her face and pulled her closer, careful not to hurt her and leaned forward to meet her half way. He then kissed her gently on the lips, vowing to make this right.














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