Post by Mimi on Aug 18, 2006 10:09:35 GMT -5
“Didn’t John tell you that I’m your doctor,” Alex said with an evil gleam in his eye. Marlena turned toward John, “Honey, could you give me a minute alone with Alex?” she asked him. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” He was concerned especially in light of her hitting him when she found out that Alex was her doctor. “I’m sure. Please, I just need a couple of minutes.” John nodded his head, walked over and kissed Marlena on the cheek and left the room. Once Marlena saw that John was gone, she turned toward Alex. “You bastard, you shouldn’t be treating me and you know it. How could you?” She wanted to physically hurt him. Bile rose up in her throat at the thought of him poking around the recesses of her mind. “My dear Marlie, you don’t really have much of a choice here do you? You’re in somewhat of what I call a quandary. You refuse my treatment and I tell your dear husband about his saintly wife’s torrid past, which I am certain he knows nothing about, or…” “Or what,” she demanded from him, hate in her eyes. “Or I continue to treat you. It’s your choice.” She wanted to wipe the smirk off of his face. “That’s no choice at all and you know it. You’re blackmailing me. The only question is why.” “Why do we do the things that we do? That’s the 10 million dollar psychiatry question.” “Stop trying to be cute Alex, it’s not working. What the hell do you want with me,” she muttered in a low voice, as to not alert John to what was going on. “What I’ve always wanted. You. My dear, I want you.” He was deadly serious. Marlena’s face paled and she closed her eyes, “What happened was in the past, why can’t you leave it there. I have,” she admitted. “Have you really?” he asked. “Don’t you every lie awake at night and wonder if things could have turned out differently?” After all this time he still wanted her. He eyed her tight pink v-neck t-shirt and black jeans and licked his lips. “No, what’s in the past is in the past. I don’t want to question the choices I’ve made.” Marlena’s eyes started tearing up at the memories of the events in the past that she tried so hard to forget. “You never were a good liar Marlie. I can see from your tears that you are still deeply troubled.” He reached over to touch her on the arm. “And what, you’re going to punish me forever? Let it go Alex, I have.” She recoiled from his touch. “I can’t,” he admitted, “Some days all I have to get me through the day is my overwhelming hate of you. Other days, it’s my eternal love for you that get me through.” “That’s sick Alex. You need help.” She couldn’t believe that after all this time he had not let go of the past. “Exactly and you are going to be the one to help me.” “What?” This was beyond sick. After their history they had no business being around each other let alone providing psychiatric services for one another. “No, I won’t treat you. I can’t. It’s unethical.” She couldn’t do it. “Unethical, funny for you of all people to use that word. From my time in Salem I got a pretty good idea of who people think you are. Think they’d be shocked to know that they don’t have a damn clue. I bet the equally saintly John Black doesn’t have a clue who you really are. He’ll probably leave you…” “Stop threatening me Alex. I could tell quite a tale about you too. Don’t forget that. Don’t forget that for certain crimes there isn’t statute of limitations. You fuck with me, you bastard, and don’t think I won’t go to the police tell them everything.” She said with anger in her voice. “Now that’s my Marlie, glad to see that spunk because you have been really boring me for the last couple of months.” “Shut the fuck up and leave me alone,” she said as she reached up to slap him. He grabbed her wrist and held onto it tightly before she could connect her hand with his face. “Marlie, Marlie, Marlie, I told you before that’s not an option unless you’d like for me to fill John in on who you really are. And by the way, cut the sanctimonious attitude out. You know why you lost your memory?” he teased her. “Because you are a true whore at heart.” She struggled to release her wrist from his grasp but was unsuccessful. “What?” she gasped. He let go of her wrist and she stood up turning away from him in disbelief. “Mr. Black didn’t tell you that you were fucking your ex-husband Roman Brady?” he said as he noticed the color drain from her face. He loved the fact that he was emotionally hurting her. “Old habits die hard, there’s more though dear Marlie. Apparently, you got pregnant with Roman’s spawn.” Marlena gasped and sat down on the couch. “What?” she asked again. An image of her making love to Roman flashed in her mind. “You heard me. Although what you ever saw in him, I have no idea.” This wasn’t fun for him anymore. She was crushed. He wanted his feisty Marlie back that would fight him tooth and nail over everything. “I was pregnant with Roman’s child?” She brought her hands up to her mouth as the bile rose higher in her throat. She was going to be sick. “Yes, can you believe the honorable Doctor Marlena Evans, supposed saint of Salem would do such as thing?” he mocked. “Really, dear I thought you had better taste or at least should have been more discreet and used protection. As a doctor you should have known better.” Marlena sat numb on the couch, her mind not being able to grasp the full implication of what he was saying. “Now that we got that out of the way, you will be cooperating with me. You will do what I say when I say it. If you fight me on this, I’ll tell dear old John everything and I mean everything. Do you understand me?” “Yes,” she said numbly, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t believe that she had an affair with Roman and was pregnant with his child. “Remember, you need me Marlie. Only I can keep you safe.” He pulled a small pocket watch out of his pocket and dangled it back and forth in front of her face. “Do you understand me?” he asked. “Yes, only you can keep me safe,” she repeated in a trance. “What the hell is going on?” John asked as he walked into the room and saw Alex with the watch.
