CARBO FANFICTION- FALLEN PART 2

Several months later 

Bo Brady drove to  Carly’s place, reminding himself he was merely going to see her to give her a housewarming present. Since her sudden return, his mind had been all in a twizzle and for a while forgot his personal problems. Carly Manning, the woman he’d so nearly married was back in Salem. And now a widow. He and several other people had read of Lawrence Alamain’s death in the papers, apparently a political assassination. And judging from how thin and pale Carly looked the night he saw her; his death had hit her hard. Bo had shed no tears for Larry but felt very sorry for Carly; commiserating with her on her loss. The past didn’t matter; he’d let her go in the first place out of love for her even though it had broken his heart to see her go. Why should he feel resentful of the past, especially after so many things happened long after she left with Larry and Nicky. Fate had given them different paths but it didn’t mean he couldn’t be her friend and be there for her. Right now, Hope was sulking somewhere, furious he never told her about his “significant ex”, believing the whole time the only woman in his life during her absence had been Billie. After a long battle with Billie’s schemes and plots, she thought all was over. Now, Carly Manning.  To Bo’s fury, everyone except for a few who remembered her, seemed to think she came back for devious intentions. Justin especially was outspoken about it and Bo had to resist the temptation to punch him in the face. As if sticking his nose in his problems with Hope wasn’t bad enough, he dared to speak badly of the woman he once loved. Bo darkly vowed to deal with his cousin later.

 Brady, surprised but pleased to finally meet the woman he’d seen with Isabella in some old photos, insisted on leasing his loft to Carly. ‘I was going to sublet it anyway; I hardly use that old place anymore.’

While Brady had his faults, he was protective and thoughtful to people he liked or cared about. Once Bo introduced Carly as his late mother’s best friend- who also happened to be his godmother, Brady had taken to her much to Bo’s relief, considering the way most people were acting towards her. Other people were kind though. Maggie, though she still had some reservations. Mrs. Horton who was very happy Carly was back. Dr. Daniel Jonas, who’d known her in medical school,  to Bo’s surprise. And Adrienne, Justin’s estranged wife who returned to Salem recently.

The past doesn’t matter, thought Bo again. It was perfectly natural for Carly to mourn her husband yet he couldn’t deny the twinge of jealousy and resentment towards Lawrence Alamain. He and Carly loved each very much and were very happy until Lawrence and Vivian had ruined everything. The reason he’d refused to think about Carly all those years, besides concentrating on Hope and their children, was being unable to bear the thought of her deliriously happy with the man who had  taken her away from him, a man he hated and despised. He’d been very happy with Hope, despite the problems that came with every marriage, all these years. Despite their current estrangement he still loved her, always would.  He had no right to be jealous Carly was still sad over Lawrence. The best he could do was be her friend and console her however he could.

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Carly Manning jerked awake, face clammy with sweat. Another nightmare. Breathing hard, she glanced round, as though to reassure herself she wasn’t back in Alamainia. Until she dozed off on the couch she’d been unpacking some boxes; a few remained still full. The loft she once shared with Isabella was a warm, familiar haven and in a strange way could feel her late friend’s presence; even with the change in décor. Brady told her she could redecorate if she wanted to after insisting she leased it. She was still trying to get used to an adult Brady; having left Salem when he was a few months old. He seemed like a very nice young man though it saddened her to hear from Bo he and John had a rather complicated relationship. It wasn’t what Isabella would’ve wanted at all. But then again years ago, despite the challenges in front of them, Carly and Isabella thought they would win through and grow old with the men they loved and raise their children. Fate had decided otherwise. Isabella had not lived to see thirty, while she... a lot of things she never envisioned had happened to her.

Frankie and Nicholas had urged her to reconsider moving back to Salem. While it held happy memories, it held sad ones too and a lot have changed. She was no fool; she was aware of that. All the same, Salem beckoned to her and after years living a nightmare at the Alamain estate, she didn’t resist the pull.

Getting up from the couch, she went into the bathroom and washed her face. It  was just a dream, she reminded herself. He’s dead… he can never come back to hurt you. And while a lot of things may have changed, it won’t stop her from making a fresh start. The nightmares will eventually stop. But what about the scars; both emotional… and physical?  Carly felt the tears well up again. One of the things her therapist told her during their sessions it would take time for her to heal. The beatings, rapes and near starvation whenever Lawrence left her in the cellars after one of his “torture tantrums”. But none of them, terrible though they were, were close to what he did to her that night. Until the day she departed from the world, she could never forget. Time may be as kind as it wants but could never heal that particular scar….ever. If the people who were suspicious and unkind to her only knew the sheer pain in her heart. But of course there was no way she‘ll ever tell them what Lawrence did to her; telling them would also mean Bo finding out she was the one who killed him.

Bo. Part of her wished he wasn’t so nice to her. Every time she saw him, painful regrets of what might have been would rush in, adding to the pain she was already nursing. A lot memories; pledging their love on top of El Castillo in Chichén Itza. Their long talks about the future. Their emotional reunion at Vivian’s charity ball after the agonizing two month separation and the wedding that got interrupted. Carly felt more tears roll down her cheeks. Maybe it was a mistake to return to Salem after all. Not only because of the memories and regrets but also the timing. But how was she to know Bo’s marriage was in trouble? Even Frankie- who had been the one to tell her about Hope’s miraculous return from the dead- had no idea, or would have mentioned it. From what Bo told her, it sounded like a huge misconstruction on Hope’s part. Why on earth would she feel Bo- of all people- would gamble with the lives of any of his children? Ciara’s kidnap had simply upset her and after she cooled down, she and Bo would get on with their lives again. And maybe then people would stop thinking what they were presently thinking of her.

Wiping her eyes, Carly made her way to the kitchenette, contemplated the cans of soup in the cabinet before changing her mind. A pizza maybe, or some Chinese, she decided. As she picked up the phone, the doorbell buzzed.

Bo smiled when he saw Carly was peering at him through the spyhole on the steel door, which then slid open. ‘Hi,’ she said.

‘Hi,’ Feeling a little self-conscious, Bo entered when she gave him room to pass, handing her the small gift basket. ‘I thought I’d drop by with a housewarming present.’

‘Oh…’ Carly took it. ‘You didn’t have to but thanks. Thanks Bo.’ Aware he was staring hard at her, she made an effort to appear at ease. ‘Do you have time to share a pizza with me?’ She asked, immediately regretting the question. She didn’t want to appear eager for his company. His wife was hostile and suspicious enough.

‘No, thanks. I can’t stay long.’

‘A beer then?’ she asked, not wanting to sound inhospitable either.

‘Sure, that would be great.’ 
Taking off his jacket, Bo sat down on the couch, still watching her. Carly was as beautiful as he remembered, something he was very well aware of; her once chestnut hair now a tinted honey-blonde. But there was something different about her. Her eyes were still the vivid green he remembered but there was a certain hardness on her face the smile didn’t conceal and a rather resigned droop on her shoulders. The Carly Manning he remembered always held herself up so proudly, just like the Lady she was. He didn’t like seeing her this way but it was to be expected from a widow still feeling the pain of losing her husband. And she was much too thin.

‘Here you go,’ she said, handing him the ice cold bottle. As she sat down on an arm chair he saw the wedding band on her finger, pave-set diamonds mounted in white-gold; probably from Cartier.  Trust Larry to go overboard with a posh specimen like that, he thought. Pushing back the uncharitable thought, he gave her a warm smile. With an effort, she smiled back faintly, feeling her hands tremble. More than a decade, leading separate lives- his far happier than hers- and she was acutely aware of his presence, susceptible to the warm piercing brown eyes. She vividly remembered the night of her return. Longing for a warm bed but a hot cup of coffee first, she’d dismissed the cab and entered a coffee place called The Java. While placing her order, she heard a familiar voice call her name and turned round to see Bo at a table, staring at her incredulously. Older but still handsome and she’d immediately felt what she was feeling just sitting near him. But how else would she feel when Bo and all the happy memories with him was all she had all those years of suffering in Alamainia? All the years she called herself a fool for falling for an illusion, again? Victim of circumstances or not, she made the wrong choice and paid for it dearly. But even if things had turned out differently, Hope still came back. What would have become of me then?

Her awakening feelings for Bo,  everyone’s hostility and suspicions and what she was hiding from them were the reasons why she still had her hated wedding ring on. A woman in her position would throw it into the river or sell it and give the money to charity or something. But in the meantime, it has to stay on her finger. In the eyes of the world, she was a grieving widow; no one must know her  what really happened. Especially Bo. Frankie and Nicholas had Vivian firmly under their thumb; she wasn’t going to reveal her secret anytime soon.

‘Have you applied at the hospital like you said you would?’ Bo asked her, attempting to make conversation as Carly seemed tongue-tied and ill at ease.

Very glad he told the initiative, Carly replied, ‘Yes. And Daniel promised to put in a good word for me when he talks to the board.’ As she spoke, Carly doubted Victor would be enthusiastic about her being hired. The few times she’d seen him since her return, he always looked at her as though she had a bad smell and wasted no time reminding her Bo had gotten over her long ago and Hope was a lot prettier than she was. ‘I’m going by to see him tomorrow actually. He invited me to have lunch with him and Chloe.’

‘Small world, huh? The same guy who saved my life turned out to be an old school chum of yours in med school.’

 ‘Small world is right. After graduation,  we lost touch. Which is sad because we were pretty close friends back then; both determined to be dedicated doctors and do all we can to save the planet.’

Bo grimaced, remembering the environmental protests she and their mutual friend Marcus Hunter  found time to participate in years ago; often likening them to sixties  hippies.  ‘Some things just don’t change,’ he said, his dry tone making Carly laugh loudly. He looked at her, surprised but pleased. ‘Finally, she laughs.’

‘Oh…’ Carly clamped a hand to her mouth as she realized what she just did.

‘Hey…’ leaning forward, Bo took hold of her wrist and lowered her hand. ‘It’s about time you did anyway. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re hiding.’

What I’m hiding? ‘Hiding?’ she asked, warily.

‘The pain of your loss. I was never a fan of Larry’s but I’ve  lived through the pain of losing a loved one; you know that. The pain eats you alive but somehow you have to pull yourself up.’

‘You had Shawn Douglas to think of. He got you going during that time.’  

‘A lots  changed Carly but I’ve still got a great memory. I also had you.’ His voice was quiet.

Carly somehow managed not to lose control of herself and burst into tears. ‘Yes, well… like you just said, it was a long time ago.’ She said briskly. ‘And look how things worked out. I went back to Lawrence and you… you had Billie, then Hope turned out not to be dead. But I guess you’re really talking about your poor little boy, Zack. I can’t begin to imagine  what you and Hope and the family went through.’

He nodded, his eyes still on her face, the hardness back in place. There was such  stark pain and sadness in those green eyes that he suddenly felt an urge to put his arms round her.

‘It was hard, yeah…’ he replied, forcing the impulse back. ‘And it still is. The pain never really goes away completely, when you lose a kid. Losing a spouse too, that’s hard. But eventually, you’ll just have to move on with your life.’

‘I know that,’ Carly replied, bitterly thinking, If only you knew. ‘That’s  why I hope to get a response from the hospital soon. Good hard work to keep me busy is what I really need. That is, if your father doesn’t convince the rest of the board to vote against me. He would  love to run me out of town  any way he can.’

‘He tries a thing like that, he’s going to answer to me.’ Bo promised, a hint of anger in his voice. ‘I’m not about to let him harass you by denying you a job just because his wounded ego won’t let him let go of  the past.’

Carly shrugged. ‘He was the one who did wrong, not me; and he knows it. If Victor wants to keep pretending he was the victim, that’s his problem as long as he doesn’t try to interfere with me. I’m here for a fresh start, not to stir up trouble.’

‘You do deserve that fresh start, and you’ll get it.’ Bo reached out again to squeeze her hand and she found herself squeezing his in return. ‘It’s going to be okay. In time, people are going to remember Carly Manning and Hope’s going to see she’s  wrong about you.’

Carly felt there was more to Hope’s jealousy than Bo thought but refused to pursue the touchy subject further. Instead she gently withdrew her hand from his touch. ‘I hope so. Thanks.’  

‘Anytime.’ His bottle now empty, Bo set it down and reluctantly got up to take his leave. For the first time since Hope moved out with Ciara, he felt a bit of the bitterness and anger leaving him. He found himself wanting to talk with Carly a bit longer instead of poring over case files at the station. He looked down at the familiar beautiful face, the sad eyes haunting him. Impulsively, he stroked her hair. ‘It’s going to be okay,’ he repeated. ‘And remember… I’m here for you.’

Carly nodded. ‘Thanks for stopping by.’

Bo waved at her as he stepped into the elevator. Carly waved back, watching as it took him to the ground floor. Back in the privacy of her bedroom, Carly stood in front of the mirror. With trembling hands, she pulled off the black sweater, slowly turning herself round.  Ugly scars on her back and shoulders, left by Lawrence’s whip. She ran her hands over her stomach, tears falling down her cheeks. Lawrence Alamain was dead. And so was Carly Manning. She was less of a woman now. Lawrence had seen to that.

CARBO FANFICTION- FALLEN PART 1

 Careful not to wake his sister, Frankie Brady tiptoed out of the room, closing the door behind him. The doctors have done all they could, assuring him Carly will make a good, albeit slow recovery. Frankie sighed heavily, staring at the window, not seeing the beauty of the country side. Carly’s body will heal eventually; it was her state of mind he was more worried about.

No wonder she ordered me to stay away all these years, he thought bitterly. He never understood why his sister, whom he loved so dearly, would treat him so coldly, as though he was no longer a part of her life. Hence he’d ignored her warning and tried making the trip to Alamainia but was never allowed into the country by Immigration officials, even though his passport was valid, much to his anger and perplexity. Alamain’s doing, he realized now. There was nothing that man wouldn’t do to, with the power he held. His letters to Carly were never answered; phone calls resulted in being told Mrs. Alamain wasn’t available.  

Why? he’d agonized for so long. Too proud to let anyone know of the situation, he’d kept it from Jennifer and Bo. Neither of them could do anything and he doubted Bo would’ve wanted to get involved, being so wrapped up with his family and his cases in Salem. Frankie had no choice but to wait.

Then one day, on his way to work he’d passed his usual newsstand to find the headlines on several newspapers… Statesman Lawrence Alamain assassinated. Before he could get over the shock, a call later in the day from a young man he never met, his nephew Nicholas Alamain, who was in the South of France with Carly.  

I have a lot to tell you but not over the phone, can you come over as soon as you can please?

Baffled but more than anxious to see his sister, Frankie had taken the first available flight. A chauffeur had met him at the airport and drove him to a place he saw to be a private nursing home. On seeing Carly at last, he’d wept bitterly; unable to hold back his emotions.

‘Uncle Francois?’

He turned to see Nicholas looking at him. The young man looked tired, dark rings under his eyes. Frankie glared at him, his heart hardening. Just where the hell was he the whole time his father was abusing Carly?

‘Well?’ he asked coldly.

Nicholas blinked but continued, ‘My father’s secretary called a while ago, the paparazzi’s still camped outside the estate, they won’t leave until they get an interview with Mum.’

‘What do they know?’

‘Just what they and the rest of the world media were told, my father was assassinated by an anarchist.’

‘You just want your father to be regarded as a martyr, don’t you?’ Frankie sneered. ‘What else should I expect from his dutiful son?’

‘You’re being unfair.’ Nicholas said in a low voice, his face red. ‘I told you before I’m protecting her, not him! I know what you think of me, that I turned a blind eye. But I’ll say it again; I didn’t know what he was doing to her. The few times I came home, she managed to hide her bruises, I had no clue. I swear it.’

When Frankie’s face didn’t soften, Nicholas continued doggedly, ‘Do you have any idea how I felt when I found her down in the cellars with that knife, staggering over his body? The things he used to torture her? That was when I knew what that bestial bastard has been doing to her all this time. What she did wasn’t murder, it was self-defence. But the newspapers may not see it that way, which is why I’ll tell any lie in the book to prevent people from calling my mother a killer. No one’s ever going to have the chance to hurt her again.’

‘And what about your aunt?’ Frankie asked, unable to bring himself to address that witch by name. 

‘She breathes a word to the press or anyone else and they will know what he did,’ Nicholas’ tone was now cold. ‘I made it more than clear to her ; if she dares tell the press or anyone else Mum killed her precious Lawrence and the whole world will know what he did. There were cameras in that cellar; plus his journals. She opens her mouth; those videos will go on You Tube and every major talk show, every international newspaper will be given copies of his journal entries.’

Frank digested this in silence, for a few seconds. Something was still nagging him. ‘But how couldn’t you have known?’ he demanded. ‘Didn’t you know something was off about your father at all, all these years?’

Nicholas shook his head, his expression pained again. ‘I swear I didn’t. After he recovered from his illness, he sent me back to boarding school. I was a kid…’

‘Don’t give me that excuse, Nick.’ Frankie still refused to believe him. ‘You can’t tell me you never noticed something was wrong. From what Carly told me after that Lisanne Gardner mess,’ Nicholas’ face went red again, ‘you were blind were Lawrence and Vivian were concerned; they could do no wrong.’

‘I didn’t know! And cut me a break, how would you feel the woman  whom you thought was your mother turned out not to be, or your cousin suddenly turning out to be a Dad you didn’t you had? I didn’t know them for whom they really were back then. If I knew my father was keeping  mum up that attic, taking advantage of her amnesia, you think I wouldn’t have run off to tell Bo? I saw how Bo and the Bradys and the Hortons  all grieved for her! I was an ignorant, spoiled brat but I wasn’t a monster, and I’m NOT a monster now! Please…’ Nicholas lowered his harsh tone, ‘Believe me, I would’ve put a stop to what he was doing to her all that time, if I’d known about it.’

Frankie turned to look out of the window again, arms behind his back.  

‘Well, we can’t keep going round in circles about this,’ he replied. ‘Lawrence is dead and my sister’s finally free of him. She’s always been strong so I know she’s going to heal, eventually. But…’ Frankie shook his head, bitterness and despair in his heart, ‘how will she go on after all this?’

THE CHARLESTON CHURCH SHOOTING: AN UNSPEAKABLE TRAGEDY

It’s bad enough the world heard of senseless crimes like the cinema shooting in 2012, the massacre of several school children that same year, the loss of lives in September 11 and the Boston Marathon Bombing in 2013.

 There was the senseless deaths of Trayvon Martin and Michael Brown but their killers were acquitted; causing civil unrest. In the case of Trayvon, he was mistaken for a criminal because of what he was wearing that fateful day- a hoodie. Brown was no angel but he was unarmed so didn’t deserve to be shot like a dog. And then there was Walter Scott, another unarmed African American man who was shot and killed but his killer is presently behind bars. Now, the world heard of what happened in Charleston, South Carolina three days ago- a young man killed several worshippers in a church… including the pastor. Not only did he do this terrible thing but actually admitted it was racially motivated- he actually wanted to cause a race war.

 Should one call racism ignorance or a vice? Definitely a vice because it’s a terrible thing to be prejudiced against a person because of race and colour but thank God, there are people who don’t see the colour of skin or which country a person is from. Racism is deep blind hatred and those who have this evil vice feel they are justified to feel how they feel towards people that look different from them and go out of their way to show it. Some racists deny they are racists, even when it is more than obvious. And if racism continues to run its destructive course, how on earth is the world supposed to progress at all; in terms of peace and universal love?

Why discrimination at all… why hatred and what is to be gained from such blatant hatred of people from different races? If the civil rights match taught America and the rest of the world anything, it was that every man and woman had the right to life, to equal rights, the right to be one and not divided in any way. A person’s race- be it African, African American, Hispanic, Asian, Caucasian and what have you- is no justification of hatred, prejudice and discrimination… or murder.

Dylann Roof did a terrible thing that day, killing those innocent people and in a place of worship. For him to do such a thing and admitted why he did it, he is a monster with no conscience, no humanity in his body. Charleston is in mourning and the world is mourning with them. I still can’t believe how any person could carry such hate in their heart, motivating them to murder innocent people outside their race. Racism is evil and brings about terrible repercussions.

To the families and friends of the victims of the Charleston Shooting, my heart goes out to them and may God give them the fortitude to bear this great loss. And it is the hope that this sad incident will not cause a huge divide.

And let’s not forget Dylann Roof; may he get the punishment he deserves.

MUSIC FROM WAY BACK THEN

These days we have P-Square, Davido, Timaya, D' Banj; and international stars like Beyonce, Rihanna, John Legend & several rappers including 50 Cent, Busta Rhymes, The Game, Eminem and so on. But there are several old schoolers out there (including yours truly) who still have the music listened to on the old turnable and cassette tapes  in mp3 form in our smart phones and C.Ds. Music we grew up with and forever remain evergreen classics. Not that I have anything against what we have now, especially Nigeria (except for some tracks I don't understand a word) but if I had to choose between them; I would pick the classics any time.They've been a permanent fixture with me all my life and they are MANY of them ; which is why I can't list them all, except just list down a few.

                              

                             



                               

                             

                               

                              



                              

                             

                              

                             

                             

                              

                             

                              

                               



                               

                               
                              

                               

THE RICH ALSO CRY: THE REST OF THE STORY SNIPPET 7

Marisabel entered her Mummy's room one morning; wondering why she and Daddy were now sleeping in seperate rooms (Luis Alberto had moved to the guest room). After Marianna gave her a vague answer, the little girl expressed her wish to go to the park but Marianna didn't  feel up to it. Marisabel guessed rightly it was because Marianna wanted to go out looking for 'the boy she lost'.
Surprised, Marianna sat up. How did she know, who told her about him?
It turned out it was the malicious Nanny Sarah, who had told the innocent child that Mummy was crazy. There's anger on Marianna's face but calmly told Marisabel not to listen to Sarah.
But Marisabel told Mummy something else... she's been seeing Sarah and Daddy holding hands! Ah, Marianna got the picture now!
Luis Alberto refused to fire Sarah when she demanded she wanted Sarah out of their house, which led to a fight. Sarah brought Luis Alberto some coffee, entering his room much to his dismay. Very agitated, he told her to leave before Marianna or any one else caught them but she stood her ground. She wanted to know what he'd told his wife. Anxious to get her out of his room, Luis Alberto promised to get her an apartment, they'll have more privacy there. All of a sudden, he didn't seem to like Sarah's bold attitude.
Marianna walked in on them and is furious to see them kissing!
 "Get out of my house!" she ordered a scowling Sarah. Glancing at Luis Alberto, who made no move to defend her, Sarah haughtily left them alone.
NO WONDER... Marianna raged, he didn't want to fire Sarah! And history repeating itself, only this time it was NO misunderstanding. Luis Alberto accused her of cheating on him with Leonardo years ago, when the guy was only trying to revive her... but THIS, THIS was a real situation! He wanted to keep Sarah so they could have fun in their house, his way of getting back at her.
The whole time Marianna scolded him, it was like Luis Alberto had an epiphany and was now full of remorse. He was sorry, he said; he had no excuse for what he did, he hadn't planned it at all.
But Marianna, hurt and angry, declared it was really over between them now; her heart was broken. Luis stared after her as she left the room; anguish on his face- he didn't want to lose Marianna! (Of course not, not after what Esther put them through)

 For a whole month, husband and wife gave each other the silent treatment. The housekeeper, Maria, urged Marianna to give Luis Alberto another chance but Marianna felt he wasn't sorry for cheating on her. She coldly informed Luis Alberto she was ready to leave whenever he wanted her to, obviously she now bored him. Luis Alberto, really contrite, explained he'd been silent because he had no words to express his remorse, not because he wasn't sorry  for what he did. Marianna was his beloved wife, he needed her forgiveness. What happened with Sarah had been a period of madness, but he loved Marianna... she was the woman of his life.

At their usual meeting place, Sarah waited for Luis Alberto, pleased when he finally showed up. But Luis Alberto only came to tell her it was over between them. Sarah argued that Marianna didn't love him, they could keep meeting at the apartment he promised her. But Luis Alberto is firm, it was over and as Sarah was pretty, she will easily find someone else to love. Marianna has admitted what happened was her fault and promised to change; and also accepted his apology.
Sarah made a show of wanting Luis Alberto more than his money when he brought out his check book to write her a check. But she took it at the last minute (which made Luis Alberto smile bitterly) since she was no longer Marisabel's nanny. She tentatively tried to make Luis Alberto change his mind but he left, telling her never to call him.

More years pass and the household celebrate Marisabel's birthday again. Marianna figured her son was now a man but kept her sadness to a minimum this time; not wanting to put a

dampener on her daughter's special day.