For Now and Forever
EPISODE #55 (Friday
THE MONROE HOME - LIVING ROOM
"Um, hi, Trevor," Patterson Monroe said awkwardly as he stood in the open front door. "I can honestly say that you were the last person I expected to see today."
"I really hadn't planned on stopping by," Trevor Callison replied, "but I just heard about Lorraine and Douglas and I was wondering how you were doing."
"I'm okay, I guess." Patterson eyed him carefully. He still hadn't forgotten their repeated clashes over Lorraine. "I'm surprised that you're so concerned about me. We haven't exactly gotten along in the last couple of months."
"Well, Paddy, that's exactly one of the things I wanted to talk to you about." Trevor stepped past Patterson and into the living room.
Patterson turned to follow him, shutting the door behind him. He was more than a little uncomfortable with Trevor's sudden visit. He seriously wondered if, considering their shared past with Lorraine, they could ever truly be friends again.
THE DAVIS HOME - LIVING ROOM
"Well, I think that's it," Douglas Davis smiled as he stood with his hands on his hips and surveyed the piles of boxes that now sat in the middle of the room. "I think we've finally gotten everything moved in. All that's left is for us to get everything put away." He turned and looked at the random array of things. "I don't know what we'll do with all of this extra furniture, though."
"I guess we'll just have to put it up in the attic," Lorraine Davis mumbled. "Maybe storage."
"Are you okay?" He looked at her closely and was quick to notice her slightly melancholy mood. "I know it's got to be difficult to just move into someone's house, but we're married now...you're my wife. It's only proper that we share a home and prepare for the birth of our child. Look, you can do whatever you want to the house. Little nick knacks, change the curtains, put out some pictures, whatever you want to do to make this place your home. That's what it is now, you know. This is your home."
"I-I know." Lorraine felt herself getting slightly emotional. Everything had all happened so quickly. Just a few weeks ago, she was dating Patterson, working on a future together. Of course, she knew that was kind of hard to do since she was well aware that she was carrying another man's child. Now, here she was...married to the father of her baby and living in his home. She still wasn't absolutely convinced that she'd made the right decision.
"Don't tell me you're still having second thoughts?" He watched her nod her head in confirmation and then quickly took her into his arms. "Oh, honey, listen...we did the right thing. We decided to make a home for our child...our baby. I know it's a little rough, right now, but you'll see. I bet, before long, you're going to be happier than you've ever been in your entire life."
Lorraine looked at him with apprehension. She wasn't sure about that. Carefully, she pulled away from him and gently rubbed her stomach.
"You know we're going to have to start telling people about the baby soon," Douglas spoke up as he noticed her concentration on their unborn child. "It's not going to be long until we can't hide it. I've noticed that you've been wearing looser clothes to keep it hidden. You can't do that forever."
"I-I know, Douglas," she muttered. "I know we have to start telling people. But...but what's everyone going to think. They know we just got married. If they find out, now, that we're having a baby, and I start showing right away, they'll realize why we got married...why we had to get married. What are people going to think of me?"
"Oh, Lorraine, we are not the first couple this has happened to and I doubt we'll be the last!" He went to her again and took her into his arms just as Grace came down the stairs. "We have to start now and I think this is the perfect time. She needs to know before anyone else." He nodded in his sister's direction.
"I-I guess you're right."
"Know what?" Grace Davis asked as she looked at the newlyweds curiously. "What are you two keeping from me?"
"Grace, honey, sit down." Douglas led Lorraine over to the couch and the took a seat before he patted a spot next to him. "There's something we need to tell you."
"O-okay." She sat down and kept her eyes firmly focused on them. This was clearly a major announcement.
"Grace, Lorraine and I are going to be parents," Douglas began cautiously. "Lorraine is going to have a baby."
"A-a baby?" Grace gasped. She hadn't expected this announcement. "O-oh! Oh, I'm so happy for you! My goodness, that means I'm going to be an aunt! Oh my!" She furrowed her brow and then looked at them closely. "That's why you two got married so suddenly, isn't it?"
"Yes, Grace, it is." Douglas hung his head for a moment. He'd always worked so hard to set the proper example for his sister. He was a little embarrassed. Conceiving a child outside of marriage was one example he hoped she'd never follow.
"Well, you know what? Who cares! You two are going to make wonderful parents." Grace smiled broadly. "And I'm going to make a wonderful aunt! Whatever I can do to help, you just let me know!"
"T-thank you, Grace," Lorraine smiled weakly.
"You'll see, you're going to love being part of our little family." Grace reached over and grabbed Lorraine's hand. "We're going to be just like sisters!"
Lorraine smiled at Grace's show of love and support. She'd never had a sister before. If everyone else reacted this positively, maybe this was going to be so bad at all. However, Lorraine clearly realized that telling Grace was only the first step. Telling Patterson would be another matter all together.
THE MONROE HOME - LIVING ROOM
"Paddy, I'm really sorry about Lorraine," Trevor said as they stood in the center of the room. "I never expected this. I always assumed that you two would get married and have the happiest life. I know that's what you always wanted."
"From the moment I fell in love with her." Patterson eyed him closely. What was Trevor really up to? "But...you came along and ruined all of that. Then you had to go and break her heart."
Trevor sighed and shook his head. Couldn't Paddy get over all of that? "I didn't ruin any of that! You and Lorraine had spilt up before she and I ever started dating. And what happened with Grace...well...that had nothing to do with Lorraine."
"You still hurt her!"
"Paddy, please, let's not get into this again." Trevor didn't want to argue with him. At one time, they'd been very good friends...until he started having problems in his relationship with Lorraine and she turned to Patterson for comfort and support. "All of that happened months ago. Can't we just get past that? I miss you as a friend."
Patterson paused for a moment as he remembered when he and Trevor had been very close...almost as close as he was with Reginald and Dane. Trevor had almost been like a third best friend. "I-I don't know," he finally said.
"Look, I want us to be friends again. Just think about it." Trevor turned to leave and headed for the door. "And if you need anything at all, just call me."
Patterson nodded weakly. With everything that was going on with Lorraine, he needed all the friends he could get.
"Oh, Stephanie!" Trevor gasped as he opened the door and found her preparing to knock. "Um...Patterson is in the living room." He turned to look over his shoulder at Paddy. "I-I was just leaving."
"Nice to see you, too, Trevor," Stephanie Lake replied curiously before he walked out the door. "What was Trevor doing here?" she finally said after Trevor had left. "I thought you two weren't getting along because of that whole Lorraine mess?"
"He wanted to offer his condolences over Lorraine's wedding to Douglas." Patterson sunk down onto the couch and rested his chin in his hands. Finally, after a moment, he looked up at her and noticed the nervous expression on her face. "What are you doing here? Something wrong?"
"Well..." she hesitated as the sound of Clark Saxon's threatening voice echoed in her mind. "I, um, finally had my run in with Clark."
"Oh, really?" He lifted an eyebrow as he looked at her. He knew Clark's betrayal was upsetting to her and was curious as to how she'd reacted. "And how did that go?"
"N-not well." Her head dropped in despair as she turned away from him. She'd leaned on him for support so much lately, did she really have the right to do it again?
"Okay, tell me what happened." Patterson reached out for her and grabbed her shoulder gently before forcing her to face him. The look of worry that shown in her eyes greatly disturbed him.
"Paddy, he told me that he always got what he wanted. N-no one would ever believe me if I said he was lying." Stephanie's lip began to quiver as she fought back her tears. "He...he said he'd tell everyone what a loose wanton girl I am. He said n-no one would believe the truth!"
Patterson pulled her into his arms as she finally broke into tears. "I can't believe the nerve of that man! How dare he? What makes him think he's so much better then everyone else?"
"Oh, Paddy, I don't know," she sobbed as she tried to find solace in his arms. "Why me? Why do I constantly have to pay for those horrible things that I did? Haven't I paid for them enough?"
"This has nothing to do with happened between you and Reginald and Jillian!" He felt his temper quickly begin to rise as his face flushed with anger. "This is all about Clark Saxon's ego! He thinks he can just run over anyone that doesn't bow down to him! Well, I refuse to let him do this to you!"
"Patterson? W-what are you talking about?"
He pulled away from her and began to rush toward the door. "I'm going to go have a word with him. I am not going to let him do this to you!"
"N-no, Paddy, don't!" Stephanie chased after him and grabbed his arm in an effort to hold him back. "If you attack Clark, it'll only make things worse! Just leave it alone. T-there's nothing anyone can do. People are going to believe whatever they want to believe. If you go after him, it'll only make him angrier."
"Maybe you're right," he muttered before taking a deep breath and walking back into the room. "Maybe there's a better way to deal with this situation rather than beating Clark to a pulp." Patterson paused for a moment as he sat in thought. "You know, whatever he tells people shouldn't really matter. You know the truth about how you really are. I know the truth. All he could say are total lies. You shouldn't care what other people think or say. They don't matter. We know the truth."
"I-I know it shouldn't matter, Paddy," she sighed as she rested her head on his shoulder, "but it does! I don't think I could stand everyone talking about me behind my back and looking at me like I was some evil person. I've had to endure enough of that as it is. It was finally starting to go away, now it's going to be even worse than it was before!"
"Steph, just keep her head high and don't let anyone make you doubt your self-worth." He gently laid a finger under her chin and lifted her head so that their eyes met.
"Oh, Paddy, do you have any idea how wonderful you are?" She gazed up into his eyes and let out a soft sigh. Her father had always told her to believe in fairy tales and prince charming, now Patterson was, once again, trying to ride to her rescue like a knight in shining armor.
"You keep telling me that," he laughed as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. "I may just have to start believing you."
As their eyes met again, they both felt their hearts begin to race. Unnerved by their new rush of feelings and emotions, they slowly pulled away from each other, yet continued to look deep into each other's eyes. What they were starting to feel couldn't be happening. He was still in love with Lorraine. Patterson was only a friend and a guardian angel. They couldn't be feeling what they felt like they were feeling. Could they?
"I-I really need to go," Stephanie muttered uncomfortably as she quickly walked toward the door. Standing in the open doorway, she paused and turned to look at him again. Why was she having these feelings for Patterson? Why now?
As the door closed behind her, Patterson's head was filled with the exact same thoughts. Why Stephanie? Why now?
DANE & SARA'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM
"I can't believe I forgot that folder for Mr. Preston," Sara Manchester grumbled to herself as she quickly turned the knob to the front door. In her haste, she flung the door open, but gasped slightly at the sight of her husband Dane sitting at his desk.
"Ah, there you are," Dane muttered as he briefly turned towards her before returning to his work.
"W-what are you doing here?" She quickly walked into the apartment and began to reach for the file that lay on the couch, half hidden by a cushion.
"Last time I checked, I lived here." He turned to look at her again. Making an annoyed face, he turned back to his work.
"Um...well...that's not what I meant." Sara fought to hide her nervousness. Dane had been coming home from work at unexpected times, lately, and she never seemed to be there thanks to her work for Thornton Preston. She secretly feared how long it would be before Dane realized that something was going on. "Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
"My last class was cancelled. I had some extra time, so I thought I'd grab a bite here and sit down to work on this month's bills." He ran his finger along a line in his ledger as he worked out his calculations. He furrowed his brow slightly before turning to face her again. "Sara, these numbers just aren't adding up right."
"What do you mean?" Sara shoved the file under her jacket that she had draped over her arm. "You're an excellent bookkeeper, dear, I'm sure that you've got all your numbers in order."
"Well, I'm sure of that, too, but these numbers just don't make any sense." He strummed his fingers along his desk as he focused his eyes on his calculations. "We've got a lot more money than we should have. There's no way we could have this much extra money."
"Darling, I have been working extra hard to save on grocery expenses and household bills." She lay her jacket down on the sofa, making sure that it completely covered the file, and walked over to him. With a look of concern on her face, she lay her hand on his shoulder and carefully looked at the open ledger.
"I know you have and I have to admit that you've done a wonderful job at keeping your spending in check." Dane smiled with a slight look of satisfaction. "However, there's no way we could have saved this much money. It's impossible! At best, we should have just enough to squeak by. Maybe a little extra, but not this much!"
"I guess we've just done better than we thought."
"Sara, by these figures, I've almost got enough money set back to pay for my tuition for next semester. There's no way!"
"Well, I guess there had to be a way because we did it. We've managed to get ourselves out of our financial mess." Sara smiled a little uneasily. Their positive financial outlook made her happy, but Dane's suspicions had her more than a little worried. "My saving and your hard work is what's done it."
"I guess," Dane muttered, still unsure about how their bright financial outlook could be possible. Noting the time, he quickly closed his ledger and slipped it back into the drawer. "Look, we'll talk about this later. I've got to get to work or I'm going to be late."
"O-okay, dear." Sara heaved a slight sigh of relief. She'd managed to deflect Dane's suspicions about their finances, but she clearly realized that he was much smarter than she'd given him credit for. How long would it be before he realized the truth? What would he do if he were to learn that she'd been working behind his back? Sara greatly feared the fallout of that revelation.
LORRAINE'S APARTMENT - EXTERIOR HALLWAY
Grace Davis furrowed her brow slightly as she stood in the hallway and prepared to knock on the door of Lorraine's apartment. Trevor's phone call to her earlier in which he'd asked to meet her there had left her slightly confused. Why in the world would he want to meet her at Lorraine's? As of that day, Lorraine didn't even live there anymore. She'd finished moving all of her things into Douglas and Grace's house. Letting out a small sigh, Grace rapped gently on the door.
"Grace, there you are!" Trevor smiled as he opened the door quickly. "I was waiting for you to get here."
"Well, I'm here. Now could you tell me why you wanted to meet me at Lorraine's old apartment?" Grace walked into the room and quickly noticed several boxes sitting in the middle of the room. She was sure that Lorraine had finished moving everything. Why were there things still left behind.
"Actually," he smiled sheepishly, "this isn't Lorraine's apartment anymore. It's mine!"
"I moved out of my parents' house and into here. Lorraine helped get it worked out through the landlord." He took Grace's jacket from her and laid it on a large box by the front door.
"You've moved in here? Why?" She fought to hide her look of surprise.
"Honestly, I just couldn't stand living in that house another minute considering everything that's been going on." Trevor shook his head in disgust as he thought about his parents' separation and his father's very public affair with Annabelle Lake. "I can't stand being around Dad if he's going to act so...so foolish as far as Annabelle is concerned. It all just sickens my stomach!"
"I know all of that has been rough on you." Grace gently touched his arm as she looked at him with concern. Although Trevor didn't like to talk about it much, she was fully aware that almost everyone knew about the rift in the Callison marriage. Nothing could happen to a family as prominent as the Callisons without news quickly getting around. "But here? In Lorraine's apartment?"
"Well, I've always liked this apartment...even when Lorraine and I were together. When I found out about her marriage to Douglas and that she would be moving out, she told me she'd talk to the landlord about me renting it."
"So...you know about Lorraine's wedding?" Grace looked at him cautiously. Douglas and Lorraine's marriage still wasn't widely known. Of course, it wouldn't take long before everyone knew about it.
"Yes. Lorraine told me. I can't tell you how shocked I was." Trevor began to open boxes and pull things out in an attempt to sort through all of his stuff. "I mean, I thought she was happily involved with Patterson. I had no idea that she and Douglas were even seeing one another."
"I'm Douglas' sister and I didn't even know." She sat down on one of the boxes and looked at him. "I was even more shocked about the baby."
"Yes! Can you believe it? Douglas and Lorraine are going to have a baby!" Grace let out a small laugh. The news was something she still had to get used to. She was very happy for them, but it had all come as quite a shock.
"Oh, my god," Trevor gasped as he sunk down onto a box. "That must be why they got married. I-I wonder if Paddy knows."
"I doubt it," Grace replied. "I'm the first person they told and I just found out today." Her hand flew up to her mouth as she let out a slight gasp. "Oh, maybe I shouldn't have said anything!"
"Nah, everyone's going to find out eventually." Trevor shook his head as he tried to allow the news to sink in. "I'm sure she can't hide her condition forever. Still, though, I wonder if Paddy knows. Surely, he doesn't." A look of worry and concern began to cover Trevor's face. "I'm afraid how he'd take news like this." Trevor quickly grew concerned. He knew Patterson wouldn't take the news well, at all.
SPRINGHILL MANOR - LIBRARY
"Sara, did you get that last thing I said?" Thornton Preston asked as he stopped in mid-pace in the middle of the room and turned to look at her.
Sara had been trying to take dictation, but was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate. Her mind kept returning to thoughts of Dane and exactly how close he was to realizing that everything about their finances was not what it appeared.
"Oh, um, I'm sorry," she muttered, slightly embarrassed that she couldn't keep her mind focused. "Could you start again with 'and further more...'."
"You really need to pull your head out of the clouds and stop wasting Mr. Preston's time!" Helga interrupted with a stern glare. "You're paid to work, not sit and daydream!"
"Helga." Thornton quickly shot his housekeeper a cautionary look. He'd grown quite protective of Sara since his investigator's report into her past had arrived. Although he understood Helga's concerns and dislike for Sara, Thornton was quick to realize that he needed his young assistant for much more important, spiteful things. However, Sara's intelligence and determination had earned his respect and he'd found himself growing quite fond of her in a fatherly sort of way.
"But, Mr. Preston!" Helga just couldn't understand his continued coddling of Sara. She was working as a spy for Charles Callison, after all. Sara wasn't in Mr. Preston's employ just to file papers and take dictation. They were both fully aware of her true motives.
"Helga, that will be enough!" He turned angrily toward her again. "Could you please leave me and Sara alone so we can get some work done?"
"Yes, sir." Helga gritted her teeth and quickly rushed out of the room.
"Now, Sara," he began as he turned back to face her, "you seem distracted from your work. Why don't you tell me what's on your mind."
"Um...well...it is rather personal."
"Maybe it would help if you talked to someone about it." Thornton walked over to the desk and sat down behind it so that he was closer to her. "Is it about your husband and the fact that he doesn't know about your working for me?"
"Yes," she confessed as she lowered her head in embarrassment. "He...he's starting to figure out that we've got more money than we could possibly have from his work alone. I'm afraid what he'll do if he finds out I've been lying to him."
"I'm sure you are." He eyed her closely. "After all, you aren't a very good liar."
"W-what do you mean, Mr. Preston?" Sara's hands shook slightly as a wave of nervousness began to cover her body.
"What I mean is that you've been lying to me from day one." He carefully rolled a pencil around in his hands as he kept his eyes locked on her. "I know that you're really here as a spy for Charles Callison. You're really here to find out my reasons for wanting out of my contract."
"Oh, no! No, that's not it at all!"
"Please, Sara." Thornton leaned back into this chair and chuckled slightly. "Like I said, you've not a very good liar. I've been trying to figure out what to do with you."
"Do with me?"
"Yes, Sara." He clearly realized that he couldn't let her spying go unpunished. However, he had his own personal plans for her and he had grown to be quite fond of her...almost paternal. "I have to admit that you are a very sweet girl, but I cannot ignore your duplicity."
"B-but I'm not spying!" Sara began to wring her hands in fear. Surely, he wasn't going to fire her. He'd said himself how fond he was of her. But, what kind of punishment could he be talking about?
"Mr. Preston, you have a phone call," Helga spoke up as she poked her head into the library. "It's New York."
"Ah, yes, I've been waiting for this call." He rose quickly from his seat and headed toward the door. "Apparently, my lovely wife has returned from her sojourn abroad. If you'll excuse me, Sara?"
"Oh, of course."
"I'll take this call in my office upstairs." As he reached the doors, he turned to look at Sara again. "We'll continue this conversation later."
Once Thornton had left the room, Sara tried to return her concentration to the work at hand. However, her mind again drifted to worries about Dane and their finances. Now, though, her mind was also filled with concerns about Mr. Preston and what he would do to her.
As she tried to wipe the disturbing thoughts from her head, she began to read a rough manuscript for a new novel that Thornton had been working on. Sara was supposed to take the handwritten text and type it out, but she was having quite a bit of difficultly making out a few of the sentences.
"I'm surprised he's not a doctor," she laughed before leaning back into her seat to wait for Mr. Preston to return. After a lengthy wait, Sara realized that she would never get any work done if she couldn't read his handwriting. With the manuscript in hand, she rose from her seat and headed upstairs to find out exactly what the handwriting said.
Finally reaching the closed door to Thornton's upstairs office, she hesitated slightly. She was a little uncomfortable about interrupting him during an important phone call, but knew that without his explanation, she'd never be able to understand what he'd meant.
"Mr. Preston?" she spoke up as she knocked on the door. After a short pause with no answer, she knocked again. "Mr. Preston, I'm trying to read your handwriting from the new novel and I'm having a bit of trouble." She eyed the closed door cautiously before reaching for the knob and carefully turning it. "Mr. Preston?"
She let out a sharp, horrified gasp at what she saw. Mr. Preston was laying face down on the floor in the middle of the room. "Oh, Mr. Preston!" Sara quickly ran to his side and knelt down beside him. After several shakes and no response, she knew he was unconscious.
"Oh, Helga! Helga, help me!" Sara called out in panic.
"W-what?" Helga replied as she appeared in the doorway. "Girl, what's wrong? What have you done to Mr. Preston?"
"Oh, Helga, I found him like this!" Sara began to cry in fear. "Helga, help me! I-I think he's dead!"
TO BE CONTINUED
Patterson confronts Lorraine.
For Now and Forever
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