Breaking in...then out!(Open)

[Adela Bianca Corinthos]

There I was stuck on the streets of New York City. I had spent all the cash I had taken from Sonny 'Daddy'. The credit cards suddenly were either maxed out or reported lost. 'Thanks Sonny!'. He knew I ran away, that I wasn't kidnapped or in any danger. How I knew this? Good ole' Max has been following not too far behind me. Damn that man has to be about 50 years old by now. He sure couldn't run fast once I spotted him, and took off laughing my ass off.

My dad must think I'm an idiot or something. He doesn't know how street smart I am. Book smart as well, but I won't ever let my parents know just how intelligent I really was. They would only tell me how 'knowledge is power', 'you absorb so much information like a sponge'....'you can really be someone important if you buckle down and set your mind to it.' I didn't want all that. I wanted a normal teenage life. Why couldn't they understand it? Okay, so I'm almost 21 now. Not a teen anymore, still rebellious as ever.

I could make it on my own, if I really wanted to. I guess the truth was, I missed them. My mom, Stone, even Sonny who hated how I called him 'Sonny' instead of daddy. I was out of funds, and instead of running cons in New York, or waitressing. God knows I'm awful at the latter one. Cons were easy, but my attention adverts so quickly, that I become bored fast. I need constant adrenaline rush. The rush I feel when I'm in trouble, or even the thrill of possibly getting caught, it just excites me.

I make my way through the back gates. I see one of my father's trusty guards yapping it up with another one. While they are not looking, I run to the terrace doors. Way they were always left open was beyond me. If I can break in to my own house so easily without anyone noticing, then what happens if some of Sonny's enemies try it? I shake my head opening the doors and sneaking in quietly. Immediately I make my way to daddy's desk. The drawer is of course locked, but I had figured out the combination so it was a breeze. I smile seeing the shiny gun he kept there ripe for picking. I take it out biting my lip, holding the cool metal against my hand. He will kill me for this, but he should want his princess protected right? I place it behind my back after making sure the safety is on.

I find a credit card, some cash, and I stick it in my pocket. Then I look on the desk seeing the picture in a frame of daddy and I. I was like twelve and had no cares in the world then. I pick up the picture and run my finger across his face. "I'm so sorry daddy...." A few stray tears sting my eyes thinking about how my childhood/teenage years came to an abrupt halt. I was no more than fourteen. I've managed to block some of it out, but I remember clearly holding the gun firmly in my shaking hands. The way it felt and smelled as I pulled the trigger back and the bullet strikes that rapist bastard's chest. I shake my head coming out of my thoughts. Suddenly I'm standing behind daddy's desk now, frozen...

[Spencer Stefan N. Cassadine]

Jazz and I walked into Greystone, for matters I knew not. Perhaps to visit my uncle, but that didn’t seem likely. Jazz didn’t usually get along with her stepfather and Father had kept me from establishing a real relationship with my uncle. Then there was simply visiting Jazz’s mother, but I doubted Brenda was around. Chances were more likely that Brenda was with Robin and who knew where my uncle might be. Work, perhaps. No, ot must be showing up here for no apparent reason, though the reason became apparent when I spotted Adela…doing whatever she was doing. I couldn’t quite place my finger on it, but I knew Jazz would.

“Adela?” I called out finally realizing that she was just…frozen. “Adela, are you okay?” I looked to Jazz, sure that she would be able to handle this situation better than I could. Even with my crazy great-grandmother, I didn’t often come home to find my siblings standing there in shock. It seemed possible, with the amount I had, but never happened. “Earth to Adela.” I nudged my girlfriend in her sister’s direction, wondering if I should start dialing the paramedics. I didn’t know how to treat shock and it was now clear that Adela was, indeed, in shock.

[Jasmine Barrett-Morgan]

Even though she wasn't my twin, I have always felt this strange connection to Adela. Stone's the one who always seems to get a grip on her. He's her protector, but I sometimes get this strange feelings inside. Some sort of intuition or instinct that something is wrong with my sister. Coming here to my mom's isn't an easy thing for me to do. I never have gotten along with my step father. He tries to be nice to me, but I've always pushed him away. Maybe it's the fact that my father is his pawn. I hate that. Sonny likes to think that the Quartermaines have brainwashed me into hating him, but that's not it. I can decide what I feel all on my own. I've seen what this life has done to my mom, and my sister.

Spencer has been so good to me. I still don't understand at times, how I've been so lucky. I feel horrible for dragging him here. Today was suppose to be about us. It's been a while since we've had a day alone together. Away from everyone else's problems. Away from our own. "Thank you for doing this with me. I know coming here wasn't what I originally had planned either, but you know how I get when I think something's wrong with her." I place my hand on his shoulder, then lean up kissing him before walking in the house. One of Sonny's guards greeted us, then pointed toward the study. They knew to leave Adela alone if she came home at all. Sonny's kids were never to be disturbed or harmed. Guards are suppose to be tailing Adela, but she has a way of losing them.

“Adela? Adela, are you okay? Earth to Adela.” What happened to my sister is something I've never spoke of with anyone. Not even Spencer. I made a promise to her, and to mom. "She'll be okay....just....." I glance up at him, giving him a worried look. "I'll take care of her." I squeezed his hand, and walked over to my sister who was standing there trembling. Just staring off into space. "Hey....it's me, Jazzy. Adela? Can you hear me? Come back to us sweetie." I notice her hands clenched at her side. blood dripping from one of them. "Del, your hand is bleeding let me look at it..." I carefully take her hand, and grab a tissue from the desk. "I won't let him hurt her again....I won't..."

I look over at Spencer then back at Adela. "He can't hurt her ever again sweetie. He's gone, remember?" "I killed him! I...I pulled the trigger and killed that sick bastard! Not daddy! I did it, and I'm living with seeing it in my mind all the time." "Shhh...shhh....you're stronger than this. Remember? You can't break. I won't let you fall apart. Look at me..." "Where...where's the body? They are going to take me away, aren't they? Take me from mommy, and Stone. Mommy was already taken away from me, I can't...nooo!!" "No one is taking you away. It's over, remember? Mom is fine now. She's safe with your dad. He won't let anything else happen to you or mom. "What about Stone? Where is he? They took him!" Before I could do anything else, Adela took a glass and threw it against the fireplace. Then she slide to the floor in front of the desk crying.

I walked over to Spencer and took his hand. "I'm sorry. I should have told you about everything before. I promise I will, but I need to calm her down. I don't want to take her to shadybrooke." I gazed in his eyes before going over to my sister, and sitting beside her. "Del....remember what you did? You saved our mother. You did nothing wrong, remember that okay? You are one of the strongest women I know. Don't slip away now, okay?"

[Spencer Stefan N. Cassadine]

She thanked me for coming with her, and I shook my head in one of those “don’t worry about it” kind of gestures. I couldn’t have allowed Jazz to feel that something was wrong with Adela and not check her younger sister out. If I felt something was off with one of my many siblings, I would likely not hesitate to go find them, either. I knew I had done so for Isabella in the past, although Alexia wasn’t fond of anyone helping her. I suppose she did have Tyler for that…quite interesting when you considered how she acted with him as a child. Alexia probably didn’t feel that throwing toys now at her age would get her anywhere, which did make sense. Once you hit adolescence, you ought to find better ways of getting someone’s attention than throwing your toys at them. Not that I didn’t love Alexia; I did, very much so. She was my baby sister.

I couldn’t help but love all of my siblings, although a part of me still occasionally wished that Father could have kept it in his pants better. Poor Aunt Liz having to bear triplets…and later twins, as well…at least she was happily married, even though she was technically no longer my aunt. Might it count since she was the sister-in-law of my stepmother? What was that, step-aunt? And Uncle Lucky was happy as well, which made it all the better, even though Aunt Liz and Uncle Lucky weren’t together.

Jazz told me she would take care of Adela, and I nodded, keeping a respectful distance from them but still keeping my eye on them. That was what I was taught. You wanted to be the protector and you could be, but you also had to allow the woman to have some control. No, that wasn’t what Father had taught me, more like what I had picked up from Norma and Alfred, although if I actually stated it out loud, it would sound a lot worse than it truly was. The point was to be there if she needed me – and she often did – but not coddle her, although I would have no issues with doing so. If I could spend the rest of my life simply being with her, I would have absolutely no complaints. There was no one I had ever wanted the way I wanted my best friend and I knew for certain that there never would be.

I watched Jazz take care of my…well I suppose Adela was my cousin, wasn’t she? Something seemed incredibly out of place, but I continued to let Jazz talk to Adela the way that she was so that perhaps there could be some kind of a good conclusion for all involved. Although that didn’t seem possible, as Adela murmured about how she wouldn’t let him hurt her again. Him? Her? Hurt again? My blood boiled at the mere mention of a him hurting a her, but I took a breath. I knew what could happen if I let that Cassadine temper get the worst of me. It wasn’t as if it had never happened before.

Adela killed someone? The thought that she had to kill anyone to protect someone made my heart ache for her. No one should go through that kind of distress, especially Adela. I had to give a small smile at the way Jazz continued to help Adela. She really was the best girl in every way possible. I was the luckiest man in the world. “Don’t fret. Adela is most certainly not going to Shadybrook. Is there any way I can help?” I looked into her eyes and then it all clicked right before Jazz said it. Adela had killed someone to save Brenda and now it was haunting her. “Adela…you are a hero. Don’t let him get to you. He’s not worth it.” Whether I helped or not, I would have to wait to learn.