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Tuesday, August 26, 2014

CARBO FAN FICTION- CARLY'S DIARY PART 3






Part 3

‘How did you happen to come with my uncle?’
‘I ran into him in D.C, my husband and I live in Georgetown. He told me everything and I insisted on tagging along. Tanner promised to come over as soon as he can. Can I see Carly now?’
Melanie watched Molly carefully and the raw emotion on the woman’s face when she leaned over Carly and touched her face told her Molly still regarded Carly the same way she must have  done years ago. She wasn’t like the others, thank God.
Frankie came into the room eventually, accompanied by Dr. Long and two nurses. ‘We’re taking her into the O.R now, Mel.’
‘Okay...’ Melanie nodded, moving to kiss Carly on the forehead. ‘I love you Mum, we’ll be here waiting for you.’
Frankie kissed her as well, squeezing her hand, Molly did the same thing. Carly was wheeled out.

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‘I couldn’t believe what Frankie told me on the way here. I felt sick to my stomach hearing what Carly went through all this time.’
Melanie touched Molly’s arm. ‘Since my uncle told you everything, then you must know my story.’
Molly Brinker Scofield nodded, her face serious. ‘So you know Mel, Carly wanted so much to have Bo’s children. If she gave you up, she did it for a perfectly good reason...’
‘I know the reason now, Molly and I love her  more for it. But I want to know more about her... her story with Bo when she was here years ago.’
Molly sighed, looking sad. ‘I’ve never seen two people more in love than Bo and your Mum were back then.’
‘Then why did she marry Victor Kiriakis?’ Melanie demanded.
Molly was silent for a minute before speaking. ‘You might say it was actually Bo’s fault... but on the other hand you can’t blame him. You see, when Carly first arrived here, he was mourning Hope. At the time Hope was assumed dead... you know about that, right?’
Melanie nodded impatiently, not the least bit interested in Hope.
‘Carly fell in love with Bo the moment she met him, it was obvious to everyone. Bo was still hurting but began having feelings for Carly, which grew even more after Shawn D’s accident...’
‘Hang on,’ Melanie interrupted. ‘What accident?’
‘Shawn Douglas fell into a deep oil shaft and Carly volunteered to go down there and get him. She was his doctor and Shawn D got so attached to her.’
Melanie felt a surge of pride for Carly sweep through her. ‘Go on.’
‘Bo knew he loved Carly but he got scared. He was scared of giving in to a great love and have it taken it way from him; he couldn’t stand it happening to him and Shawn D all over again. So he pushed her away, saying he could never commit to her.’
Fool!
Molly grimaced. ‘Yeah... a lot of us thought that back then. Carly was Victor’s private doctor after he had a stroke. She was lonely and vulnerable.’
‘But... I still don’t see why Bo could’ve allowed that wedding to happen, no matter how scared he was.’
‘Actually...’ Molly continued, ‘He sent Carly a letter, begging her not to go through it, that he loved her very much and was ready to commit. But he gave it to the wrong person to deliver it for him.’
‘Who was it, not Victor?’
‘No but it was Victor who got the letter. Bo asked Emmy Borden, one of the nurses here, to give it to Carly. But she was in love with Bo herself and wanted Carly out of the way. Victor had another letter forged and destroyed the real one.’
 Melanie shook her head, shocked. ‘How did Mum find out?’
‘I don’t know, she just did; much later. We never found out what happened to Emmy, she just disappeared and we never saw her since. Just as well though, she would’ve wound up in prison.’
‘Why?’
‘It’s something I overhead Carly telling Marcus; one of the doctors here.’ Molly shrugged apologetically. ‘I was a bit of a serial eavesdropper then. Emmy tried to poison Carly with a rare virus she poured into a champagne glass. But Bo drank it instead and got very sick and it was thanks to Carly he got cured because she came up with the antidote.’
Melanie sank back in her seat, overwhelmed by everything she learned. Bo saved Mum’s life by taking the poisoned drink meant for her... then she’d saved his by entering that elevator. It was eerily just like her triangle with Phillip and Nathan. Marrying Phillip when she really loved Nathan, she’d sent him a letter he never got and Phillip ended up her biggest betrayer. Mum and I are more alike than I ever thought; lied and betrayed by the men we married and thought we knew.
You seem so keen to know about Carly’s past.’ Molly commented.
‘It’s made me know and understand her better.’ Melanie replied, deciding not to tell her about the diaries, unwilling to share them with anyone except Brady. ‘I... I didn't before. Now, I want to make up for the past, I was pretty horrible to her.’
Molly squeezed her arm consolingly. ‘She wouldn’t think about then but now, Melanie.’
‘I know but all the same, I wish it never happened. I just hope she comes through this alright.’ Melanie’s voice shook as the tears rolled down her cheeks.
‘Melanie, it’s going to be okay, come on now...’ Molly slipped her arms round the sobbing girl’s shoulders.
‘You don’t understand, Molly,  I was a terrible person to her. I was no better than them, I was worse. I just wouldn’t listen to her... I said a lot of horrible, unforgivable things to her.’ Melanie sobbed harder, unable to forgive herself for a particular sentence that came out of her mouth after Parker’s disastrous baptism...
I don’t need you. Maggie’s more of my mother than you can or will ever be.

‘The day I lost my baby I told her I forgave her for giving me up,’ she sobbed, Molly stroking her hair. ‘Even then I played the victim... like she’d wronged me and my dad. But the whole time... the whole time; she did what she did, endured so much just to keep us alive. The more I keep thinking about it, the  more I feel so ashamed. I’m not worthy to be her daughter.’
‘I’m sure my sister won’t agree with that statement.’ Frankie, who had overhead Melanie’s emotional speech a few yards away unobserved, walked up to the women, sitting down next to his niece. ‘Carly loves you very much. All she ever did was talk about how beautiful you were and how you were her whole life.’
‘She did?’ Melanie sniffled, her eyes red from weeping.
Frankie nodded.  ‘You made your mistakes but you also helped Carly through a very difficult time and I’m very glad  to hear you and Nicholas have a wonderful relationship with your mother since then. She was hurt but you two were her source of comfort, more than I was.’
‘That’s not true...’ Molly began.
It is, I wasn't there for her.’ Frankie cut in, his handsome face hard. ‘It was my job to look after my sister. I should’ve gotten her out of Alamania when I had the chance, I should’ve been here earlier instead of listening to her and face the people who branded her a home wrecker and decided to forget everything she did for them!’
Molly sighed again, shaking her head as she rubbed Melanie’s shoulders.
‘Do you love your Mum, Melanie?’
Melanie was startled by the question replied,  ‘Yes, I do.’
‘If you do, then stop thinking about whatever you did or said to her in the past but concentrate on loving her and taking care of her like you’ve been doing. When she wakes up, she’s going to need a lot of care; she and your baby brother or sister. That involves love and commitment; not self loathing. It’s time to stop wearing the hair shirt, understand?’
Melanie nodded, accepting the hanky he passed to her, wiping her eyes as he pressed a kiss on her brow; feeling much better.
Brady returned with coffee for them, accompanied by Abby and Melanie introduced them to Molly.
Molly’s expression was emotional when she hugged them in turn. ‘You were both babies the last time I saw you.’ She smiled. ‘You’ve got your mum’s eyes, Brady. And you looked so much like Jennifer, Abby.’ Brady and Abby smiled back at her rather shyly.
 Alerted by him via a phone call, Adrienne Kiriakis  arrived later to share their vigil, so did Daniel.
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‘Mel was just angry and worried about Carly, Hope. Don’t take it so much to heart.’
‘You weren’t there, Maggie. You should’ve heard how she spoke to me- with so much hatred. She obviously blames Bo and me for Carly’s pain... she looked at me like I was some sort of disease.’ Hope sipped her coffee.
‘Well Melanie will just have to understand she can’t hold the two of you reconnecting against you- no matter how loyal she is to Carly.’ Jennifer said.
Hope snorted. ‘Sure... we reconnected and I have no idea where the father of my children is as we speak. And Carly’s lying in the hospital having his love child.’
Jennifer regarded her cousin for a few minutes before saying rather coldly, ‘You mind not saying that?’
Hope looked at her in surprise. ‘What?’
His love child... that is an innocent baby you’re talking about, not some  rival.’
‘I know that but it’s just...’
‘Just what exactly?’ Jennifer’s voice rising a bit. ‘You got Bo back, didn't you? At the cost of another woman’s pain and heartbreak, you and Bo and Ciara became a family again, so what’s your problem?’
‘Jennifer, what’s this?’ Maggie asked, surprised.
Jennifer ignored their aunt, staring hard  at her bewildered cousin. ‘That lovechild’s the only thing Carly has left of Bo; it’s her baby, her child... not some weapon to use to get him back like you obviously think.’
‘That’s not true!’ Hope protested.
‘Girls...!’ Maggie exclaimed, trying to intervene.
‘Oh really?’ Jennifer challenged, getting up. ‘Why didn't you tell Bo about his child?’
‘Oh sure... like I was expected to just sit him down and tell him he knocked up his mistress!’ Hope spat, also getting up to face Jennifer.
‘Stay out of this!’ Jennifer snapped at Maggie when she tried to open her mouth before turning back to her glowering cousin. ‘Mistress, huh? Mistress?
‘That’s right, mistress. She slept with my husband, on our bed; living with him in our house!’
‘The house you voluntarily moved out of, with Ciara- you took all your things out of that house because you felt Bo wasn't worthy to be your husband! A marriage doesn’t work that way Hope- you don’t toy with your husband’s emotions by running away whenever you feel like it. That’s exactly what you did! Bo begged you to come back to him, instead you decided to serve papers on him and discuss visitations rights! Carly was no mistress, she was the best thing that ever happened to him and he should’ve just left you in jail because you were the one who put yourself in there in the first place! You caused your own problems but everybody defended you; including me!’
‘How... how can you say all this to me?’ Hope whispered in disbelief, turning away, fingers running through her hair in agitation.
‘I’m saying this because you’re selfish! You were never the victim in that mess, it was Carly! I warned her you and Bo will always be connected, not just because I was on your side  but because she’s my best friend and I didn't want her to get hurt. And she got hurt, not just by him but by all of us... all of us who knew and loved her years ago!’
Hope spun round, her eyes bright with unshed tears. ‘I never asked any of  you to...’
‘Everything we did to her, including ignoring her past with Bo, was all because of you.’ Jennifer strongly emphasised. ‘And we all just moved on, being  happy things were back the way it was, but Carly was the one who had to live with a broken heart all this time, who is lying at the hospital as we speak... probably dying and I’m not even allowed to see her!’
 Maggie slipped her arms round Jennifer when she burst into tears, Hope watching silently, her own eyes damp. Maggie swallowed, unable to speak but hugged Jennifer in silence.
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Finally Dr. Long came out and they got up hastily to hear what she had to say.
‘You have a little sister, Melanie. However... the baby’s lungs are underdeveloped and her birth weight’s low so she’ll be in the incubator for a while.’
Melanie’s heart sank. ‘And Mum?’
‘She’s still a coma but we hope she’ll wake up soon and respond well to the treatment being administered.’
‘How long will she be in the coma?’ Frankie asked anxiously.
‘The severity of Eclampsia varies, Frankie. I can’t give you an exact duration but we’re hoping for the best. And I won’t lie to you- it’s a life threatening condition.’
Melanie sniffled, Daniel and Brady’s arms round her while Molly, Abby and Adrienne  looked worriedly at Frankie- Molly slipping her arm through his.
‘Carly will soon be moved to Recovery but you can see the baby now if you want.’
‘Oh... she’s beautiful, beautiful.’ Melanie whispered, staring at the tiny baby in the sterile incubator. ‘Please God... let her and Mum make it, please...’
Frankie blinked back his tears as he gazed at his newborn niece; thinking of what Carly had sent him two months before, her last will and testament; stipulating that her estate should be divided between Melanie and her unborn child and he would act as the baby’s legal guardian and trustee  until he or she was 18; in the event of her death. If anything happened to him, Melanie and Nicholas must take his place and act as co-trustees. Frankie was more than ready to follow her wishes but he hoped and prayed his sister will live to raise her baby like she deserved to.
‘What was Carly going to name her, does anyone know?’ Adrienne said, quietly.
‘She told me.’ Melanie replied, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. ‘If it was a boy, she said she would name him North. North Francis Manning. If it was a girl...’
Starr.’ Molly interrupted, remembering the golden star shaped pendant Carly always wore round her neck and Carly explaining to her what it symbolised on the night she and Bo returned from Mexico. ‘If her son was going to be North, her daughter would be Starr.’
Melanie nodded, smiling through her tears; a surge of love and respect for Molly rushing through her. This woman knew Carly, still knew her so well. True enough, Carly had chosen the names Starr Isabella if the baby was a girl. She must ask Molly later why Carly had chosen such unusual first names.
‘Carly would chose a beautiful name like that,’ Adrienne said, smiling down at the child through the NICU’s glass window.
‘It sure fits her perfectly,’ Daniel agreed.
Abby stared at the baby, at the same time thinking about Carly. More than ever, Bo needed to come back to her. 

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

CARBO FAN FICTION- CARLY'S DIARY PART 2






Part 2
The indecisiveness on Jennifer’s face really irritated Abby. Didn't she understand a word she’d said? ‘He’s the father; he has a right to know.’
‘Maybe...’
‘What’s ‘maybe’ for heaven’s sake?’
‘Carly wouldn’t want that. She and Bo didn’t speak to each other before he left Salem- she wants nothing to do with him.’
Abby made a disgusted noise. ‘I’m not a fool, Mum. This has nothing to do with Carly; it has more to do with Hope! Always Hope! To tell the truth I’m really sick of the way everyone is with her; like she’s some pure saint-like dove that always got to be protected! You’re afraid about how she would react, aren’t you? She comes first, even over your best friend.’
Jennifer’s expression changed, to anger. ‘That’s not true.’
‘Why didn’t you back her up when she was still with Bo, then?’ Abby snapped.
‘Because he belonged with Hope; I wasn’t the only one who thought so.’
‘Hope left him, she tried to kill him!’
‘She wasn’t herself; I don’t know how many times I will explain that to you. Besides, it didn’t matter whose side I was on. Bo made his decision and Carly made hers, end of story.’
Abby sneered. ‘Not in Carly’s case, she had to watch the man she loved arm in arm with the woman who left him in the first place and probably would’ve divorced him if she didn’t come back to Salem. No, Mum! Don’t you even dare to defend her. I’m tired of everybody defending her! It’s sick... how can Bo possibly pretend he never fell back in love with Carly and everyone not caring what going on in her mind? She’s carrying a member of their family and they don’t care.’
‘That’s not true...’
‘I could care less about them or Hope anyway. Are you going to find a way to tell Bo about this or not?’
Jennifer shook her head firmly. ‘No.’
‘You’ve got to be kidding me.’
‘My stance about this doesn’t mean I don’t care about Carly, I love that woman dearly. But this is more complicated than you think... hey, wait!’
For Abby had marched away from her, more disgusted than ever.
Jennifer bit her lip. Daniel didn’t have a good opinion of Bo since the breakup but she knew him well enough to know that he would agree with Abby. It was best not to discuss it with him. She thought about Frankie, arriving in a few hours. She was rather glad he’d been too busy to come to Salem to visit his sister; he would’ve raged at the family and her over how Carly was treated and probably get into a fist fight with Bo. She dreaded his arrival.
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Melanie made the bed with fresh sheets and packed a bag for Carly. Unable to resist, she sat down again and continued reading. She read about how Bo was able to place her in his protective custody, the conversations between them after Vivian’s testimony cleared her of Lawrence’s murder- much to her amazement- feeling sure she did it on purpose to carry her revenge personally; Vivian’s visit and how she was able to look her up in Bo’s computer.

Bo warned me my daughter was rather temperamental and emotional, it was best I didn’t tell her the truth immediately. I promised him I would take it slow; in the meantime it was enough that I would be near her. Maggie was warm with me so I figure she will allow me stay with her. Phillip Kiriakis’ is the last man I would ever pick for her- he’s very good looking but his personality’s not warm and down to earth like Bo’s- more like their father’s. I can’t stand him already.

Finally ran into my little girl, literally and I’m afraid I made her scald her arm with hot coffee when I took her by surprise. Bo was right about her, temperamental. Even with the indisputable truth, it was as if she was Bo’s daughter as well. Bo still has the infamous hot temper, he’s just a lot better at keeping it now. And oh... she’s so pretty; she has my eyes.
But she doesn’t like me already, almost as if she feels like I made her spill the coffee on purpose. Talk about a very bad first impression. The girl I found crying on the docks the other day lives with Maggie too, her name’s Mia. She’s wary about me as well, probably because she confided in me. Maggie’s being very diplomatic but I don’t want to cause trouble in her house- my daughter and Mia don’t want me around. Which is such a pity, I would’ve liked to help her plan her wedding. I saw the ring Phillip gave her; a large pear shaped diamond. Large but cold looking, just like Lawrence’s sapphire I’ve gotten rid of. Not at all like the solitaire Bo gave me, with his love.
But on the plus side, Daniel spoke to the board on my behalf and I’ll be starting work soon. Justin had tried to persuade him not to; because Hope feels threatened by me. I can understand her fear but all she has to do is make up with Bo, he’s clearly lost without her- so why blame me? Everyone except Bo’s changed towards me. Lexie, Roman... even Caroline, which breaks my heart. Maggie hasn’t but it’s clear her loyalty lies with Hope. If only they knew I didn’t come back to break up Bo’s marriage.
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It looks like Bo had another fight with Hope; he was really moody when I went back to his house with my suitcase. Poor thing. How could Hope possibly treat him like this? I feel guilty burdening him with my problems, which is why I’m going to move to the Salem Inn in the morning. Until I can regain access to the remaining of my inheritance- probably trebled by now thanks to it being inactive for so long- I can’t afford an apartment or a house just yet. I do hope I make headway with my daughter eventually. And I need to call Frankie, I’ve missed him so.
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My room at The Salem Inn is very comfortable. I just called Frankie; he was really thrilled to hear my voice and promised to sort out things at the bank for me. So I probably won’t be here for long.
Bo and I had a moment before I left his house. The old scroll Marlena gave us as a wedding present during our symbolic wedding in Chichén Itza so long ago fell out of my purse and he immediately recognised it. I told him it was so full of fond memories that I couldn't part with it. He stared at me very hard with those beautiful eyes of his; I guess he was remembering the night we read it together. That was the night we made love for the first time; our magical night at the hut- just the two of us in the heart of heaven.
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Melanie read on, now and then wiping her tears; gulping. She got to a page, the date being the day of Mickey’s death. The words were splotched as though Carly had been crying and the tears landed on the paper.

Bo just left, the touch and taste of his mouth still on mine. What a day I had and I’m still trying to get over it.
Had a run-in with Vivian today. I’m pretty sure she’s responsible for the corpse I found on my patient’s bed. She’s been so good at tormenting me and she gave me her best shot. I felt the walls of the elevator closing in on me- I’ve been claustrophobic since she buried me alive- and I lashed out by admitting I killed Lawrence and would do it again. Then the bitch somehow locked me inside and the memory of being in that casket kept flashing back. Then like a knight in shining armour, Bo appeared after the doors got opened and I immediately felt safe in his arms.
He brought me back here and we started talking over beer. He touched my face and said I was still the same Carly Manning he fell in love with and before I knew it, he was kissing me, really kissing me and touching me like he used to; not like that tentative kiss we shared at his house when I was terrified about Vivian discovering my daughter’s identity. I was a married woman when we first made love in Mexico but that was way different, his marriage isn’t a sham like mine. So I backed off, which wasn’t easy for me; I knew I wanted him- I wanted him so bad.
We ended up making love anyway. I felt so exhilarated, loved and safe for the first time in years. No man can ever make me feel the way Bo Brady makes me feel. It was like we both stepped back in time, on our very first night of loving at the hut in Mexico; all those times we made love on the boat after sending Shawn D to bed or to his grandparents’. I knew what I did was wrong, I should’ve insisted we mustn’t do this. But Bo wanted us to leave the world outside and be together for a while so I weakened.
I know he still loves Hope but I told him I loved him anyway. He just gave me that devastating smile of his and kissed me again, then rolled me over and we made love a third time.
Then Hope called him later on his cell with terrible news; Mickey Horton’s dead. Poor Maggie and poor Mrs. Horton... burying her own son and she’s past ninety! I decided to go to Maggie’s house to see her and my daughter.
It was terrible. How Hope found out about what Bo and I did, I don’t know. But she called me a whore and all sorts of names in front of everybody, including  my daughter and oh God... I saw the hate in her eyes when she called me a terrible person! This is not what I wanted at all... not at all! Bo finally appeared and I left when he told me to. What was the use, I’m now branded the town whore and I’m not about to wait for the Hortons to drag me out of town on a rail. I’ll just go and live with Frankie, there are many hospitals in D.C. Bo will look after M****** for me but it breaks my heart at the idea of leaving her after I JUST found her!
Bo arrived and stopped me. He said I wasn’t to blame for what’s happening to his marriage, my daughter needed me and he didn’t want me to leave. He kissed me again... and again.
What’s going to happen to me now?

‘If only I’d known... I’m sorry, Mum, I’m so sorry!’ Melanie whispered then wept, clutching the journal against her chest.
She kept on crying until she heard the sound of the doorbell. Marking the place she left off with the journal’s ribbon, she left it on Carly’s bed and went downstairs to see who it was.
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‘If you know where Bo is, could you please tell him what I’ve just told you? Even if he doesn’t love her anymore... this is his kid, just like Ciara is. He should be by her side at a time like this.’ Abby said.  ‘How would you feel if she and the baby died while he was away?’
Roman was silent.
‘Please...’ Abby pleaded. ‘You know I’m right. It’s not fair how everyone’s been acting around Carly. She’s the real victim here and how could she be so sick and the father of her baby isn’t here?’
‘Honey, I wish I could help but I honestly don’t know where Bo is. He’s deep undercover. ‘
‘So pull him out of it, this is an emergency!’
‘He resigned from Salem P.D before he left- he doesn’t answer to me.’
Abby felt like screaming in despair. ‘Carly could die, their baby could die! How can you ever live with that?’
‘Abby, I’m real sorry to hear about Carly’s condition but I honestly don’t know where Bo is. Believe me if I did, I would contact him but I really don’t know.’
Abby left the station stamping her foot angrily, much to two passing officers’ astonishment. Now what? She thought. Maybe I should just let this go.
But her mind went back to the day of Bo’s visit. The expression on his face when he looked at Carly and the deep, heartfelt concern in his voice when he said he knew her well enough to know she was hurting. And the tone changed when he’d asked her if she was falling for Daniel. He’d sounded... almost jealous. What would a man who was in love with two women the same way do? Avoid the other woman and pretend she didn’t exist. If he didn't, he would go crazy with guilt. That’s why Bo did what he did to Carly. And he expected her to hate him enough so she would be able to move on.
It was harsh and callous but Abby was convinced that was the real reason behind Bo’s behaviour.
‘Nope, I’m not giving up,’ she said out loud. ‘I’ll find you somehow, Uncle Bo; you just see if I don’t.’
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‘Every page’s a stab in my heart, Brady. Everything she went through, even before she came back, her inner thoughts... it’s all in there. I feel so guilty for the way I treated her.’
‘But you’ve got a great relationship now, what does it matter?’
‘But I told her I forgave her. She did nothing to be forgiven for in the first place but she never said so. From what I’ve read so far, I see I’m the one who’s supposed to ask her for forgiveness. She went through a lot just to protect Dad and me.’   
‘Well maybe she felt she had nothing to forgive you for,’ Brady said gently. ‘Don’t be so hard on yourself. And look here, maybe you shouldn’t read more since it upsets you this much.’
‘No...’ Melanie shook her head firmly. ‘I have to keep reading, I know more about  her than I ever did, more than I ever gave her chance to. It’s really important to me.’
‘Okay,’ Brady squeezed her arm across Carly’s kitchen table. ‘But no more beating yourself up. Carly wouldn’t want that, you know.’
No, Carly wouldn’t want that at all, she was that compassionate. Melanie thought over what she’d learnt from Carly’s diary... Vivian had buried her alive... what person would do that to another human being? And Lawrence, that bastard... took advantage of her memory loss to lure her back to him. She would’ve been a Brady today if not for him and Vivian.
  Please God... don’t let my mother   die.
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‘She and the baby are stabilised right now but every minute counts.’ Jennifer said to Hope who dropped by to see her and immediately heard about Carly. ‘I really hope Frankie gets here on time.’
‘I’m sure he will.’ Hope said quietly, looking down at the woman in bed, shallowly breathing through the oxygen mask. Carly didn't look well at all. Whatever her feelings towards Carly and the fact she was carrying Bo’s love child, a wave of pity crept through her. She and Carly had subtly avoided each other after Bo left town and whenever they happened to see each other, they never spoke. Carly took her coffee and snacks at The Java; avoiding any encounters with the family as well. Hope realised shunning Carly was their way of showing their support of her but after she and Bo got back together, she’d felt overwhelming guilt... so did he. After all she’d left him in the first place and almost burned him alive.
But Bo loved her enough to forgive her... enough to leave a woman who also loved him. They never mentioned her after that and it was better that way. It was from Jennifer she found out about Carly’s pregnancy but before she could summon the courage to tell Bo, he’d left town with Caroline. Weeks turned into months and still he knew nothing, the few times he called her and Ciara, she told him nothing. Months of anticipating his return gradually turned to despair. Now it was her turn to feel abandoned and she stopped worrying how his reaction about Carly’s pregnancy would be. But now she was worried all over again. Suppose Carly and the baby died and Bo returned; he will never forgive her for not telling him. Leaving Carly to be with her and saving their marriage was one thing, but he would never ever turn his back on a child. He’ll be so furious when he found out....
‘But she will recover, right?’
‘I never had Eclampsia when I gave birth to Abby and J.J but I heard it’s life threatening. Even if they save the baby, Carly could be in a coma for quite a while or she could...’ Jenifer sniffled.
Hope swallowed. In spite of her jealous fear, she should’ve told Bo about Carly’s pregnancy. Carly was a reasonable woman but things changed when a child was involved and that had frightened her more. How was Bo going to feel if Carly died?
The door opened and Melanie entered with Brady at her heels and stopped short on seeing Hope with Jennifer.
‘What the hell are you doing here?’
Hope winced at Melanie’s harsh tone but calmly stared back at her.
Jennifer planted herself between her cousin and Melanie, raising her hand placating. ‘Calm down Mel, Hope just came to...’
 ‘I don’t care; the screws have gotten loose in your head! How dare you let this woman into my mother’s room.... how dare you, Jennifer Deveraux!’ Melanie raged at Jennifer, really angry. ‘As for you, get the hell out! Get out!’
‘Hope, no wait...’ Jennifer begged but Hope swiftly sidestepped her and left, closing the door behind her.
‘What the hell, Melanie!’
‘What the hell is right. How can you still call yourself my mother’s friend?’
Brady held Melanie by her stiff shoulders while Jennifer stared at her, too taken aback to reply at first. ‘Mel... I am her friend....’ she began.
Melanie walked over to her, her green eyes blazing. ‘From now on, I don’t you anywhere near her.’
‘You have no right...!’
‘I’m her daughter so I have every right!’ Melanie shouted. ‘You’re nothing but a damned pretender, pretending to be Carly’s friend when you’re really not! Don’t you ever come near her or so help me Jennifer; you’ll see another side of me you wouldn’t want to mess with.’
‘You were pretty brutal with her, Mel.’ Brady said quietly after Jennifer was gone.
‘She deserved it. How could she allow that woman to come in here?’
‘Maybe... but this is Jennifer we’re talking about. I don’t think she meant any harm letting Hope see Carly.’
‘And your aunt was just here out of the goodness of her heart, right? It was because of her your family treated Mum the way they did. Mum didn't even accuse Hope in her diary but she wrote about how much their attitude hurt her.’ Melanie shook her head bitterly. ‘She was easy on me... and I don’t deserve it...’
‘We’ve talked about this,’ Brady swiftly interrupted. ‘You promised me you’ll let that go.’
Melanie pressed her face against Carly’s hot neck, not replying.
The door opened and Daniel entered; his expression stern. ‘I just talked to Jennifer...’
‘I don’t care what she said to you or what she said about me; she’s not stepping one foot into this room again. As Mum’s blood relative, I have the right.’
‘You’re overstepping your bounds and abusing that right. Jennifer is Carly’s oldest friend.’
Melanie faced her father defiantly. ‘She’s not my mother’s friend, we both know who she’s really loyal to and she allowed her in here. And don’t think I’m going to change my mind. When Uncle Frankie gets here, he’s going to know about this.’
‘You’re starting a pointless feud, Mel. Frankie was adopted by them, he’s part of the family.’
‘He already knows the whole story, Daniel.’ Brady pointed out. ‘It’s because Carly didn't want a battle that she told him not to come over here when he wanted to.’
Daniel sighed, turning back to his daughter. Jesus, Mary and Joseph... she’s so stubborn! He thought. This was the same girl who didn't want to have anything to do with Carly in the beginning, now she was her biggest supporter. He couldn’t help but suspect Mel’s attitude towards her mother and the people she felt wronged her was more than deciding to let go of the past.
‘Well, I hope you do, eventually. Jennifer’s really upset right now.’
Melanie sat down next to Carly, her expression indicating she could care less about Jennifer Deveraux’ feelings. Brady stroked Melanie’s hair from behind, understanding her anger far more than Daniel did. It’s because of Carly’s diaries, he thought. Whatever’s in them has sure given her a bigger change in perspective.
After Brady left for the cafeteria, Melanie pulled out the journal from her purse and continued reading.



I can hear Bo pacing downstairs again. This is the third night I’ve spent here since he asked me to move in and I haven’t stopped wondering if I did the right thing. He wouldn’t let me leave after Hope took Ciara away, shouting he couldn’t lose me too. I love Bo so much but I hate what he’s going through right now. It’s bad enough his marriage was on the rocks before I came back but he’s shouldering my problems with his too- Vivian’s attempts on my life and Melanie’s. He was forced to arrest me but he squeezed my fingers after cuffing me and comforted me as best as he could at the station. He even posted my bail personally and got angry when I promised to reimburse. It’s a lot of money and I’m going to make sure he gets it back, no matter what he says.
Poor Melanie had to spend her wedding day on a hospital bed because of me and she really hates me, Daniel too. I tried so hard to explain what really happened but none of them will listen to me. Bo keeps telling me they’ll understand in time, since they just found out the truth but I’m not sure; Melanie’s bent on charging me for attempted murder. Everyone, including Caroline, thinks I’m nothing but trash. Brady, John and Isabella’s son, seems to give me the benefit of the doubt though. He was calm the whole time and kept Phillip away from me until Bo arrived. I’m so glad Melanie has Brady in her life; they would be cousins today if fate hadn’t ruined things for Bo and me years ago. With everything she went through, I’m really glad my daughter has been with Brady and Bo’s family. He reminds me of John, taking charge quietly and protective of the people he cares about.
For all his troubles, Bo’s been my rock. I don’t know what the future holds for us even if I don’t go to prison. I know he misses Hope as much as he misses Ciara but for some reason he won’t let me go. I’ll be able to make better sense about this arrangement if I was only here to be under his protection. But we’ve been sleeping on the same bed and the passion we share when we make love can’t be denied. I’m now Bo’s mistress and I honestly don’t know where I stand with him. Maybe it would be best if I do go to prison.


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Melanie came in at the last minute and testified the shooting was an accident. I guess Daniel had something to do with her sudden change of heart and I’m grateful to him. But Melanie’s still so cold with me and wants me to stay away from her. It breaks my heart to hear her say such things when I love her so much. But Bo’s my comforter... he’s very certain she’ll come round. More than ever, he wants us to have a fresh start and I find myself believing him.
In the meantime there’s still Vivian. Now that Phillip knows I was telling the truth about Vivian’s attempt on Melanie’s life- she can’t pretend to be Melanie’s friend anymore, so she’s bent on making me pay for killing her precious Lawrence. I’m more scared for my daughter than for myself but I still refuse to be intimidated by the likes of Vivian Alamain. Or Victor Kiriakis either, he refuses to let go of the past.  As far as he’s concerned, I treated him terribly by ending our sham of a marriage and moving to the boat to be with Bo and Shawn D. This is the same man who tried to kill his own son, the same man who almost ruined Isabella’s happiness; and now he feels he has the right to call me a whore and gang up with Vivian to break me. I know them well enough to guess what’s going on in their evil minds.
I feel so alone; if I didn't have Bo and my work I don’t know what I’ll do. The family’s still cold towards me. Well... not Roman and Sami but I hardly see them to really hang out and talk. Even Lexie believes I came back to steal Bo. Frankie wants me to come live with him but I can’t leave Melanie and Bo won’t allow it. He’s been more attentive towards me lately and it’s lovely hearing him call me ‘princess’ again and being in his arms. It’s sad Ciara won’t be friends with me. I understand she’s loyal to her mother but she’s a part of Bo, just like my Shawn D, and I really want to get to know her better. She’s such a beautiful little girl and I love how Bo is with her. It’s no surprise really; he’s always been a wonderful father. Watching Bo play with that little girl makes me think again of the wasted years and how Melanie could’ve been our daughter... Bo’s and mine.
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Phillip Kiriakis just left my office. He’s so arrogant; it’s hard to remember he and Bo are brothers. He came by to warn me to stay away from Mel, that she wants nothing to do with me. He’s not interested in hearing the real story and if he’d been a worthier man for my daughter, I would sit him down and let him know what really happened but I refuse to explain myself to the likes of him. I’m very uneasy about Melanie. I have a feeling she’ll be very unhappy with Phillip. He probably does love her but I still feel she’s more of a possession to him than a wife and companion; just like I was a possession to Victor and Lawrence. What ever happened between her and Nathan Horton? I’ve met Nathan and he’s an exceptional young doctor but when it comes to Melanie, he’s indecisive and I feel there’s unfinished business between them. It’s eerily like my situation with Bo and Victor years go. Please God, let my daughter be happy.
Bo finally told me he loved me today. Holding my face in his hands; he swore he will never let anyone take me from him again. My darling Bo... he will never forgive Lawrence and Vivian for what they did to us but again, neither will I. But the past no longer matters anymore, we’re back together in the truest sense. But he said something else which still bothers me a lot. He’s willing to kill Vivian if she comes near Mel or me again, he actually told her so when she suddenly interrupted us at the docks. Bo’s always been a rebel with a hot temper but he’s no killer and I’m frightened he will go to jail for a worthless hag like Vivian Alamain; just like he nearly did when Victor charged him for assault after sending his thugs to torch our boat.


‘That guy’s a monster, a monster!’ whispered Melanie, appalled. He and Vivian were of the same breed... evil and twisted. He actually once tried to kill Bo? Sure Carly was his wife and he would want to keep her but ordering his own son’s death was going way too far! Why the hell did Carly marry Victor of all people in the first place when she was in love with Bo? And what did she mean by Victor almost ruining Isabella’s happiness? Isabella... Mum must mean Isabella Black, Brady’s mother.
Brady came back, a Styrofoam cup in his hand. ‘Here... I got you some coffee.’
‘Sit, I need to ask you something.’ Melanie whispered, taking the cup from him. Curious, Brady pulled a chair beside her.
‘What’s up?’
Melanie showed him the entry and Brady’s eyes widened as he read it.
‘I never knew about this, Grandpa trying to kill Uncle Bo. I don’t believe it.’
‘She put it down right here that he tried to kill him and about hiring someone to set their boat on fire and almost ruining your Mum’s happiness. It’s clearly not a lie, Victor Kiriakis is a career criminal and you know it, Brady. If you don’t know about the attempted murder or the arson, what about this about your Mum?’
Brady scowled.
‘Well?’ Melanie  demanded.
Brady told her about his father’s complicated history. Roman Brady had vanished during an ISA mission and was believed dead. But then he’d returned, or so everyone thought- including Marlena. It was John but thanks to the implanted memories of the real Roman by Stefano DiMera, John himself had thought he was Roman. When Marlena in turn vanished and thought dead, he’d met and fallen in love with Isabella. But Victor hadn’t  approved of their engagement. He’d also known Marlena was alive and made arrangements for her sudden return. Isabella was devastated and stepped aside for “Roman’s sake”  but the whole mess had escalated further  when the real Roman came back, he’d been held prisoner the whole time. It turned out that Victor had also known for a long time that John Black wasn't Roman Brady.
‘My father was adopted by the Alamains.’ He told a stunned Melanie. ‘Before he lost his memory and became Roman Brady then later John Black, he was Forrest Alamain. But when Claire was kidnapped... the kidnapper turned out to be his mother... Colleen Brady whom everyone thought her lover- Santo DiMera- murdered a very long time ago. The point is, Grandpa knew Roman wasn't Roman and because my Mum sided with Bo and Carly back then, he decided to hurt her by keeping that info to himself until the right time.’
‘Unbelievable...’ Melanie shook her head. ‘Unbelievable...’
Not only did she know more about her mother from her diary, but many more things. Victor tried to ruin things between Brady’s parents via his trickery and manipulations. And the attempted hit on Bo... she had to know about that and why Carly had chosen to marry the father of the man she really loved. Much as she hated Bo for breaking Carly’s heart, she can’t shake off the fact he would’ve been her father if things had turned out differently.
Who will provide the answers to her questions? She wasn’t about to go that turncoat, Jennifer. Not Caroline either... not with the way she treated Carly, nor Kayla.
Roman? By all accounts he wasn't there when the fire and the attempted hit happened, he came back later. Melanie was determined to get answers.

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 Roman Brady was afraid Carly’s daughter would faint, she looked so white and shaken. But anyone would be after what she’d just found out.
‘Victor actually tried to kill Bo by rigging an elevator... his own son...’ she whispered. ‘But...my mum got on it instead?’
‘When I came back to Salem, Carly was just recovering from her injuries. But from what I heard, she nearly died.’
‘But Victor went to jail for what he did, tell me he did!’ Melanie snapped, her fingers gripping the edge of Roman’s desk.
Roman shook his head slowly.
‘What?’ she cried out. ‘He walked?
‘It was never completely proven he was behind it. But he was charged for another crime, Mel. When Carly insisted on going ahead with the annulment, he faked his own death and found a way of making sure Carly was at the ‘murder’ scene and she was arrested. But we found him in Mexico... he was hiding there, we able to bring him back to Salem but he pleaded insanity.’
Insanity?!’ Melanie shouted, feel sick with anger and revulsion.
‘Melanie, calm down...’ Roman hurried to her to place his hands on her shoulders. ‘All this happened a very long time ago, it’s in the past.’
Melanie sprang up, shaking his hands off. ‘My mother almost got killed because of Victor! Victor who’s been calling my mum a whore and a home-wrecker... got away with arson and attempted murder! Even if you all sided with Hope over her marriage, you should’ve had the decency to tell me everything about my mother! You all seemed to have forgotten everything that happened to her while she was still here... all because you all cared more about Hope! Everybody including Victor, allowed me keep thinking Carly was  some interloper when it’s obvious she was a huge part of your family! How could you all do this?
‘It wasn't deliberate,’ Roman tried to explain. ‘We didn't mean to keep it from you, it’s just...’
‘I don’t want to know your reasons, Roman.’ Melanie adjusted the strap of her purse on her shoulder. ‘A lot of hurt and misunderstanding wouldn’t have happened at all  if I’d known all this. You all knew Mum better than I did but you just decided to go ahead and pretend... and judge.’ She shook her head. ‘And you’re all still doing it. The whole time my mother wasn't the one who changed, it was all of you.’
She slammed the door behind her, ignoring Roman’s protests.
Roman sighed, sinking back into his chair, rubbing his forehead.
She was a huge part of your family! Melanie had angrily pointed out to him.
She sure was, he thought sadly. And we chose to ignore it. We’re all guilty of that. But now’s the time to put things right.

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Frankie Brady finally arrived by evening, accompanied by a sweet faced brunette. Melanie introduced herself and Frankie kissed her on the cheek before going to sign the papers.
‘Can you take me to see Carly, please?’ the woman asked her.
Melanie looked at her curiously. ‘You know my mum?’
The brunette nodded. ‘We were rather close when I was here, yes. I worked as a waitress at The Wings but I was also a volunteer here.’ She held out her hand. ‘Molly Scofield.’
‘Melanie Jonas,’ Melanie shook her hand. ‘I’m Carly’s daughter.’ An old friend of mum’s... great. I’ll get more out of her. She thought. 

Monday, August 04, 2014

CARBO FAN FICTION- CARLY'S DIARY PART 1






Premise:

With Melanie, Frankie and Nicholas’ love and support, Carly managed to move on with her life; especially after she discovered she was pregnant. But in the later stages, Carly kept feeling ill and sleepless night thinking of Bo didn’t help as he’d left Salem for parts unknown four months after their breakup.


Melanie let herself in Carly’s house, closing the door behind her. ‘Mum?’ she called, walking into the kitchen to put down the groceries she’d brought for Carly, hoping she’ll be able to persuade her to eat more. Carly’s appetite has been rather poor lately, which worried her. Her obstetrician had given her some multivitamins but Carly’s eating was yet to improve.
‘Mum?’ Melanie called out again, going upstairs and entered Carly’s room. ‘Oh my God!’ she screamed, rushing to her mother. ‘Mum, Mum?!’ Carly was sprawled on across the bed, as though she got up and then fell back in a faint. Her face was sweaty and as pale as death, her lips bluish.
After checking for a pulse, Melanie pulled out her cell and with shaking fingers called for an ambulance.
‘Don’t worry, Mum...’ Melanie sniffled, kissing Carly’s hand as the tears ran down her face. ‘You’re going to be fine, you and the baby. You’re going to be fine.’ She sobbed, unable to control herself. ‘Please, you have to be fine.’
She stayed with Carly, stroking her hair until the paramedics arrived and rode with her to the hospital. Dr. Long, Carly’s obstetrician, immediately took charge and Melanie waited anxiously for the diagnosis. Daniel, alerted by one of the nurses that Carly had been brought in, hurried to his daughter’s side to wait with her.
‘I’m afraid it’s Eclampsia.’ Dr. Karen Long told Melanie after the examination, her tone grave. ‘The baby’s due in two weeks but we have to operate now.’
Melanie gulped, Daniel’s arm coming round her shoulders. ‘Sure... of course... but... but I can’t sign the consent papers. My uncle Frankie’s the one to do it and he’s in D.C.’
‘Well you have to get him here fast, Carly doesn’t have much time. We can stall the surgery for 24 hours, no longer than that.’
‘I’ll call him right now,’ Melanie wiped her damp eyes, inwardly praying he will arrive on time. Eclampsia was dangerous to both mother and child. Even if the baby was saved, Carly could die. If she died...
‘She’s not going to die, honey.’ Daniel said, clearly reading her thoughts.
‘She put up with so much because of us,’ Melanie sobbed. ‘And we were...’
‘Shush...’ Daniel hugged her tightly.
‘How could she still find room to love us, especially me?’
‘Carly never questioned her love for you, she just kept loving you. And you’ve done all you can to make it up to her. You stood by her when she was hurting over Bo; you’ve been taking care of her.’
‘I don’t think I’ve done enough,’ Melanie shook her head. ‘Maybe Mum’s forgotten everything I said and did but it’s hard for me to, Dad. I keep imaging how she must have felt when Lawrence had them take me away from her arms.’
Daniel’s lips tightened, going back to the fateful evening Carly had told him the truth. In his fury, he’d accused her of not letting him have the chance of being a dad, choosing to live a life of luxury with Lawrence after “giving away” their daughter and really furious she’d told Bo before him. He’d been unkind as well, more so than Melanie, refusing to let Carly defend herself. And then blaming her for keeping Chloe’s adultery with Phillip from him and Melanie, when she had no idea the other man was Phillip.
‘We’ll be there for her even more when she wakes up,’ he assured Melanie gruffly. ‘Don’t beat yourself up, honey. Carly loves you, unconditionally. What you should do right now is call Frankie.’
‘Yeah, sure.’ Wiping her eyes yet again, she walked away.
Daniel Jonas entered the private room Carly was, staring down at her. She was hooked to monitors-she and the baby being stabilised- and she was breathing through an oxygen mask. He took her hand, holding it between his, inwardly praying for her recovery.
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‘I’ll be there as soon as I can, Mel.’ Frankie’s brusque voice hiding his own anxiety.
‘I’ll be waiting. Please... hurry.’
‘I’ll charter a private plane to get there on time. Please look after her, Mel.’
‘Okay.’
Melanie hung up and then dialled Nicholas’ Paris number, informing him about their mother’s condition. Nicholas promised to come to Salem on the first available flight.
‘Melanie,’ she turned to see Abby Deveraux walking up to her. ‘Hey... I’m so sorry about Carly. Mum’s with her right now.’
Melanie’s heart hardened. As far as she was concerned, Jennifer had not being a good friend to her mother- glaringly siding with Hope. But in spite of her anger, she couldn’t take it out on Abby; the older girl looked genuinely concerned. Instead she nodded.
‘Who were you talking to just now?’
‘My brother, Nicholas. He’s coming in from Paris.’ Melanie slipped the phone back in her pocket, not noticing the look on Abby’s face at the mention of Nicholas. ‘I called my uncle to, he has to get here real quick to sign the consent papers.’
Abby shook her head. ‘If only...’
Melanie looked at her sharply. ‘If only what?’
Abby hesitated then said slowly, ‘if only things had worked out between him and Carly, if they’d gotten married... he would sign the papers right now, wouldn’t he?’
‘Well, we don’t always get what we want.’ Melanie said coldly. Last year she was married to Phillip, even though at the back of her mind Nathan Horton was the true love of her life and Carly was very happy reunited with her own true love. She remembered how they were during Victor and Vivian’s sham of a wedding, Bo clutching Carly’s hand as they walked across the room and the talk she had with him about how even closer they seemed to be. If she’d sensed it was all a lie she would’ve warned Carly. But she was no better, she’d loved Nathan yet married Phillip- she should’ve done the right thing by admitting her feelings to Nathan instead. But at least she and Carly had each other now, after the long period of unfairness and misjudgement and Carly had a part of Bo she would never have to lose to Hope.
‘Don’t you think he should know about this?’
‘No, he doesn’t.’
‘Why not? He’s the father...’
Melanie exploded, ‘so what? So fucking what? He left her standing there; he went back to the woman who tried to kill him, after pretending he loved my Mum!’
‘Melanie, quit being childish about this,’ Abby chided. ‘From what I heard, Carly was the one who gave him up.’
‘Oh... and she was supposed to wait for him to tell her the obvious, that he was still in love with Hope the whole time.’ Melanie fired back harshly. ‘My mum’s not a fool, Abby- she saw it all too well! Tell me, was she supposed to wait? Was she supposed to stay with him and keep letting him touch her but thinking about that woman the whole time? And then pretend what happened between them never did... all because it was so complicated?
Abby had to admit Melanie had a point.  She was with Carly when Bo came by the hospital months back, and she’d listened at the door at the brief but emotional conversation, wincing at the pain in Carly’s voice. She still didn’t understand it herself, how could Bo be so devoted to her, then have a sudden change of heart but still came by to see her? Was it possible he loved them both the same way but simply chose to be with the woman he’d been with longer? Jennifer was rather tight lipped about it, but the old photos Abby had found in an old album which told her a lot more about Bo and Carly. She recalled how she’d gasped at the young couple in the photos. Bo was a handsome man but on seeing his younger self in tight ripped jeans, leather jacket and longish hair, the word hot had popped in Abby’s mind. And Carly, longer hair in 90s styles and spotting elegant tops and dresses; posing with Bo. In the photos Bo had his arm or arms around her, his cheek pressed against hers, smiling down at her, kissing her. Others had them posing with the family, some with Shawn Douglas, one of Carly holding her during her christening, one of her posing with her parents  on their wedding day. But the ones with just Bo and Carly were the real ones of interest; they looked so cute and happy together and so much in love.
How could a great love like that become weak then fade away? Abby had thought, tracing their smiling faces with her fingers. It just didn’t make sense to her at all.
‘Please... just drop it, Abby.’ Melanie said, breaking into her thoughts. ‘Bo doesn’t care about Mum, ever since he got your cousin back.  None of the Bradys do either. Mum has her own family; her children, Dad and my Uncle. We don’t need the Bradys, especially Bo Brady, wherever he is.’  
Abby watched Melanie walk back to Carly’s room, at a loss of what to do. No matter what he’s done, Bo was still the father of Carly’s baby. Didn’t he have the right to know what was happening, Carly and the baby could die. What would great grandma Alice do in this situation, keep silent or tell him?
Abby decided to consult her mother about it.

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Melanie went back the house to put together what Carly might need. She stopped to look at the nursery, all ready for her baby brother or sister. The walls were painted a pale yellow, with expertly drawn murals and there was the crib, changing table and the rocking chair by the window. Closing the door, Melanie brushed back a tear and went to Carly’s room. First things first, she thought, regarding the unmade bed. She pulled off the sheets and then picked up a pillow, noticing something. Her heart beat fast as she picked up the two thick notebooks.
I didn’t know Mum kept diaries, she thought. Feeling a little guilty, she opened one. From the date of the first entry, she began it the night she fled Alamania.


I’m on my way home, the only home I’ve ever known.... Salem. Looking back I can’t understand why I left it in the first place. I never imagined I would leave it after arriving there back in 1990. But with what happened with my memory... first I thought I was 18 again and in love with James again next thing I knew I found out I have a son and a fiancé I’ve been in love with for 3 years... Bo. But it was too late for us and I said goodbye to him; my place was with Lawrence and Nicky. But I never forgot Bo and every day I hoped he’d moved on with his life without hating me.
Lawrence promised me the day we left; that things would be better between us, all the mistakes of the past made up for. But he lied. For years, everyday was a living nightmare... after he got ill. I was a punching bag and his personal rape victim as his paranoia and madness grew. When it did finally sink in that I’d made a mistake leaving Bo? I still don’t know. But it was too late to do anything about it, I couldn’t leave Nicky behind and Lawrence would’ve killed me before he allowed such a thing and he could kill Bo as well. Just like how he almost killed me after that one drunken night stand with D. But I never, ever imagined I would get pregnant. Bo and I tried so hard to have a baby but Dr. Alvarez had said it was near impossible after the tissue damage from Nicky’s birth.
I will never forget the day Lawrence had his lawyer take her away. My beautiful blonde baby girl. I had to promise to stay with him or he would’ve killed her in front of me... he already had his hand wrapped around her poor fragile little neck, ready to snap it...

Melanie shivered, loathing Lawrence Alamain from the bottom of her heart and unable to help herself, sat on the bed and continued reading.

I did what I had to do tonight. It was bad enough Lawrence took my baby away but to order her murder after all these years and telling me about it... I snapped. I’d taken all the beatings and violations he inflicted on me because I wouldn’t name my daughter’s father but not this, never this. It was time to free myself from the prison I walked into years before. Lawrence followed Bo’s life for years; it was like he was obsessed with him like he was obsessed with me. It took a while for me to digest the news of Hope’s sudden return from the dead five years after I was gone. But maybe fate did me a sick favour... what would Bo have done if I’d still been with him? But that’s not important anyway. I have to make sure my child is safe. I have a feeling Vivian will come after me but as long as my baby girl is safe, I can face that old witch. I’ve had nothing but a one baby picture of her. She must be such a beautiful young woman now. I hope she will understand I didn’t give her away voluntarily. She has to know the kind of man Lawrence was. He was going to kill me too... I saw the madness in his eyes when he tried to stop me from leaving. The whole time, like when I was still Katarina, I’d loved an illusion and by falling for the illusion again, I ruined my life.
God willing, this time I will get it right.

‘Oh Mum... Mum...’ Melanie sobbed quietly, her shoulders shaking; so ashamed of how childish and bratty she’d acted with Carly, long before she found out the truth. All because of a stupid accident involving spilled coffee! And she’d been beaten and raped because she wouldn’t name Daniel! Dear Lord...
Sniffling, she kept reading. Carly wrote about how she contacted an old friend and patient, a man called Omar and how he took her the rest of the way, her fears at being apprehended before she could get to Bo and ask for his help. How two thugs from Alamania tried to grab her and a mysterious man saved her but then fainted. She’d gone, over Omar’s protests, to the hospital to steal some meds.

I just got back from the hospital, it’s gone through some changes but it’s great to walk back in there, like back in the day.
I saw him! I saw Bo! God... after all these years the sight of him and the sound of his voice made my heart pound. I watched him hug a sweet looking little boy, apparently he’s Lexie and Abe’s son; he was always so paternal with Shawn D. But what a shock I got when I heard that nurse call him ‘Commissioner Brady’. My motorbike riding sailor now the top brass of Salem P.D? Even he would’ve laughed at the very idea years ago! But it changes everything; I can’t go to him now. I won’t let him risk his job for me, he’ll be accused of lack of objectivity once they find out I’m his ex fiancée. No... I’ll go to Justin instead... he’s a lawyer after all.


Bo’s gone to fetch Justin, so I can take this down while I wait. It’s strange being in Bo and Hope’s house; it used to be Jack and Jennifer’s and it was the last house I sat in before I left Salem.
Since Justin wasn't at Victor’s, I decided to go to Bo after all. From what I heard from Victor’s conversation over the phone, Bo and Hope had had a fight so she wasn't there and apparently Justin was involved in between. I’m glad it wasn't Henderson who answered the door, he would’ve recognised me.
I broke in and Bo wasted no time tackling me onto the ground, hissing in that oh so familiar biting tone, ‘you just made a big mistake.’ In the moonlight I saw the shocked look on his face when he realised who it was and I guess the shock made him forget his knee was on my back so I had to tell him to get off me.
I didn’t expect him to welcome me back with smiles and open arms and he didn’t, he was tight lipped and angry; no doubt over the fight he’d had with Hope. I still wonder what Justin has to do with it.  I didn’t waste any time telling him everything. He listened, those piercing hazel eyes of his on my face the whole time.
I saw a photo of his little girl, Ciara. A beautiful name for a beautiful little girl and for a moment I thought over what might have been....



I thought the police was finally on to me but it turned out to be Hope Brady. I’d seen a picture of her years ago and the years have favoured her. She was mad to see me lying on her bed and from the blank look on her face when I introduced myself, Bo never told her about me. Not sure how I feel about that.
I wanted to leave after she stormed out but Bo made me stay put, assuring me Hope won’t turn me in. Justin said he would do his best for me but I sensed his antagonism towards me.
I asked Bo how my little sailor man was, my Shawn Douglas. It was so funny hearing Shane D was now a father. ‘Grandpa Bo!’ I teased him and he gave me that glare, a smile tugging the corner of his mouth. It was nice to laugh for a bit, with the fear of being arrested hanging over my head. I saw a picture of a little boy. He’s very cute but he looks more like Hope than Bo. Bo’s face clouded when he told me his name was Zach but he’d died in a car accident. Poor Bo and Hope... to lose a five year old child so tragically. My heart almost broke at the pain in Bo’s voice.

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Bo’s arguing with the Interpol agents. I’m grateful he brought my journal along with him after I was arrested. I should’ve known Victor Kiriakis would report me to Interpol; he’s never forgiven me for ending our marriage. I caught a glimpse of him when I was led in here, his hair’s completely white and he looks even more forbidding. Did Hope tell him I was at her house?
Before I was arrested, I had a nightmare... I dreamed Lawrence stabbed Bo and Bo lay dead at my feet, my hands stained with his blood. I screamed and Bo rushed over to comfort me. I never could bear the idea of Bo dead... after he joined the force I always nurse the fear he might not come one night at the back of my head. I know Lawrence is dead now but that dream was so vivid. What have I done? I should’ve gone to look for Jennifer or Frankie instead. If I cost Bo to lose his position, I’ll never forgive myself. I came here to find my daughter, not destroy Bo’s life in any way.
Bo’s coming back to talk to me...

Melanie closed the journal, reaching for a Kleenex to wipe her eyes and nose. She’d been reading Carly’ inner thoughts and soon she would read about their first encounter; no doubt filled with pain. Again she felt some guilt about invading her mother’s privacy but by reading the journal, she was getting to know Carly exactly like she was supposed to from the very beginning. On the day Carly had told her the whole truth, she’d been angry and upset that a man had died because of her, refusing to listen or understand anything Carly had to say. But now... she was wiser and more remorseful. Carly had done nothing to be forgiven for. She’d suffered under Lawrence and the suffering itself had been an act of love. Lawrence knew the type of man Trent Robbins had been, no doubt about that- his way of making sure she suffered without her mother.

Burn in hell, you son of a bitch, Melanie Jonas whispered.