Chapter One « Beginning of the end »
She hated planes. She did not know the specific reasons why she hated them, but sitting in one while hundreds of thousand of miles in the air made her feel awkward. She was not afraid of heights per say, but felt a lot better if her feet were on actual ground. She controlled her breathing, like she has showed her clients time and time again. Breathe in, hold it and breathe out. She looked at her watch, there was only about an hour left on her trip. She knew it was counterproductive to look at her watch every time she breathed but she could not help it. She shifted in her seat. She swore to herself that this would be the last time she ever took a plane to go somewhere. She had her headset on, only half listening to the movie presented. Not that she hated the movie; she saw it about 100 times with her friend Cooper back home. She had tried in the course of the last few days to not think of anyone that she left behind, especially Pete, but thinking of Cooper made her sad. She was startled by a little tap on her shoulder; she turned to her left to see a woman with a worried look on her face.
– I am sorry, are you okay?, the women with blond hair asked.
Clearing her throat she nodded yes.
– It’s just because you have been tossing and breathing heavily for the last hour and just wanted to make sure you were OK, the women insisted.
She again nodded and went to put her headset back on when the women extended her hand.
– My name is Brooke Logan. You really don’t like planes do you?, she asked with a smile.
Feeling a little ashamed, she extended her hand.
– Violet Turner. It’s ironic about the plane thing. I am a psychiatrist and I cannot keep my cool in a plane!
If she was not trained in reading body language she would of missed the look on her face.
– Oh… you hate shrinks? She asked, trying not to sound insulted.
It took Brooke a few seconds to answer.
– I don’t hate shrinks. I hate a shrink, but I have nothing against anyone that practices it, she said trying to sound convincing.
Violet smiled. In the two minutes that passed, she had not thought of the fact that she was on a plane or looked at her watch. She wanted to probe and find out the real reason she dislikes shrinks, but it was not the place or time for that. She looked at the women and noticed that she was reading a magazine with her on the cover. Violet gently lifted the magazine to have full view of the cover.
– Wow! I am travelling with celebrity, cover of Restless Style, she said sounding impressed.
Brooke laughed. It seemed to Violet that it must have been a long time since she had laughed. She then asked herself how she could know that. She did not seem depressed, depressed people kept to themselves.
– Hardly a celebrity. I was CEO of Forrester Creations and now I am going to an interview in a field I know nothing about in Bay City.
– Wow! I feel like asking how you feel about that, but then I would have to charge you, she said.
Again, Brooke laughed and again Violet detected a sadness in her laughter.
– Can I ask you something that might seem really personal?, she asked.
Brooke nodded and added.
– I reserve the right to the same thing, she said smiling.
– Okay. I might be way off, but you seem on one hand happy of getting away but you also seem very sad about it, she said.
– I don’t hear a question in that, seems to me you already have an opinion about how I feel.
Violet detected a little bit of hostility and decided that maybe she should drop it. She has known quite a few people that had a hard time talking to psychiatrists and now was not the time to start this conversation.
– I don’t but I won’t push the subject. Frankly I can’t really blame you. I dated a shrink and that gave me a headache. They always try to analyse you and it gets irritating, I totally get why you dislike us.
That closed the subject but an awkward silence now occupied their space. Violet started again to breathe in and out and watching the time on her wrist; only a few minutes before descent.
– Look I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable, sometimes I analyse too much and put my foot in my mouth, Violet said breaking the silence.
Brooke looked at her for a moment.
– You really mean that do you? She inquired.
Violet did not know how to respond.
– Yes. I do.
Brooke looked at her for a moment. Has though she was not sure what she wanted to say or do. Brooke wiped a tear from her cheek.
– Look, starting a new job is never easy, and moving for it is even harder. I should know because I am doing it too, Violet said.
Brooke turned around and faced her.
– The reason I am so sad is that I never really had to work or earn what I had. When I was married to Ridge and I took over of Forrester Creations it felt natural, and I remained CEO for almost a full decade. I knew everything about fashion and I made that company a success…, she trailed off.
– Wow! Decades. I remember the first time I saw a Forrester gown. It way to pricey for me at the time, but I use to lay in bed, magazine in hand and imagine wearing one to a ball…, started Violet, But you have to tell yourself that if you were not meant to lead a company, you would of eventually been replaced or demoted. You changed Forrester when you held the position and look, she said pointing the magazine, you still appear on fashion magazines across the country.
Brooke looked at the title. “Ridge and Brooke reunite”. Violet felt again that sadness.
– Are you questioning the job itself, or the reasons you are leaving Los Angeles? Asked Violet.
Brooke seemed to consider the question. She had been thinking about that ever since she informed her family of her intentions to leave L.A for good. Although everyone had mixed feelings, they all believed that considering the current state of her relationship with Ridge Forrester and her son, that was the only viable solution. She remembered the last conversation she had with Stephanie concerning her son Rick …
Her mind flashed back to their engagement party a few months ago and her heart ached. When the door opened and she saw Ridge, pale and shaking. Barely able to speak he fell to his knees. At that moment she knew, being a parent she could feel and see in his face the pain of losing someone close. Her first thought was one of her own children. Rick, her eldest son, was no where to be found, Hope was at the party and so was R.J, her two youngest children. But a few moments afterwards he let out the following words. Words that still haunt her nightmares. Words that still hurt like a stab right into her heart. “Phoebe is dead”. She wiped a tear off her cheek. She has known Phoebe for her entire life. She raised her for years with Ridge when it was believed that Ridge’s previous wife, Taylor Hayes, had been shot and killed by a demented woman called Sheila Carter. She remembered her voice, she loved singing ever since she was a little girl. Brooke reached for her purse and pulled out a picture of her and Ridge surrounded with Ridge’s son Thomas, daughters Phoebe and Steffy, Hope and little baby R.J. It was often said that tragedy either got people close or got them further apart. In this case, her brain knew the moment she saw her bloody son walk in the door following Ridge that in this cases it would push them apart. That night, Ridge physically attacked a wounded Rick. He was driving the car that killed Ridge’s daughter. It was a reaction she believed to have been cause by the shock. It was only much later that she relunctantly had to admit that things between the Forresters and the Logans would be permanently broken. Brooke tried her best to keep her family together. Rick was carrying with him the real reason the accident happened and refused to let Taylor and Ridge know about it. It was honorable, but destructive in a sense that the truth might of helped Ridge and Taylor get over their anger towards him. Even Stephanie Forrester, wife of Eric Forrester who was the boys father often verbally attacked her son. Saying stuff like she wished he had perished instead of Phoebe. Her mothers instinct did not let that go and eventually a showdown between them occurred. Stephanie hated her with a passion ever since she married Eric decades ago, and then Ridge. She had called her horrible stuff and physically attacked her in many occasions. A frightening episode at the cabin came to mind and she brushed if off quickly not wanting to remember it. But thought the years, Stephanie had always acted kindly towards her children. Since both Bridget and Rick were Eric’s children, it was a given that she had to accept them. But the gloves came off when her grandchild Phoebe had died and the women had only cruel things to say about her son.
– How can you say that to him. How can you wish my son dead?, Brooke angrily asked Stephanie.
The older women grimaced at her.
– Who do you think deserves more to live? A sweet innocent child or the son of the town whore that broke that girl’s heart…, she began, barely holding off on her anger.
Brooke looked straight at her.
– After all you have done to me and my family, to wish my son dead for breaking Phoebe’s heart is vile and cold, even from an old bitch like you. You don’t think that part of that blame should go to Taylor, she snapped back.
Stephanie looked at her, hatred in her eyes.
– Leave Taylor out of this you bitch. She lost her daughter because of your irresponsible son…, she replied back.
Brooke paced the room. Partly to carefully choose her words and the other to resist the urge to punch that women in the face. That would be Stephanie’s solution, violence.
– I am not minimizing her pain, but don’t you think her being engaged to my son, who just recently broke things off with her daughter might have contributed to that heartbreak Stephanie, she asked. She noticed how calm she had been in asking this question.
Stephanie looked at her for a moment. She adjusted the purple blouse she had on.
– No. I think your son has caused so much damage to this family. First seducing Phoebe, then going after Taylor for his sick revenge to get Ridge jealous and then kissing Steffy and the list goes on…. I don’t blame Taylor for any of this. I blame you. What do you expect from being raised by a whore?
Genoa City, Now
His father would do this often. Stare silently at some unseen point in a room. He did that when someone would dare say something inappropriate, or to someone that will go against his expressed wishes. It has been well over a year since he has left the family company, but Nicholas Newman could see the hurt and betrayal in his fathers eyes as if he had done all this yesterday. There was numerous factors that lead him to choose to leave Newman Enterprises when he did. His mother, for one, never truly approved of his relation ship with his current wife, Phyllis. This was ironic, because she could not stand his ex-wife Sharon either. He remembered the moment he fell in love with Phyllis and the subsequent effects of his affair with her. Although all was forgiven between him and his former wife, he still felt bad for hurting so many people. The truth was that Phyllis took him out of a black place. A place he buried himself into when his daughter, Cassie, died in an automobile accident.
His wife, Phyllis, squeezed his hand a little more when she met her mother-in-law’s chilly glance. They started a business together a few years back and all went to hell when she discovered she was having an affair with her son.Over the years they started to become civil but Phyllis had the feeling that this announcement would set them back a few years. Not being able to tolerate the silent treatment, Nicholas decided to sale his point of view to them, in hopes that maybe they would better understand why they made such a decision.
– Look, Bay City is only a few hours away from here. No plane. Opening a branch of Restless Style there makes perfect business sense. With the tragedy that town suffered a few years ago we are contributing in their economy and creating jobs, these are all excellent for a new venture like Restless Style.
Victor looked directly at his son and threw down the book he was reading.
– Son, all the reasons you have just explained does not explain why you should move there with your family. You can send Jack Abbott there. I think you are jumping into this without thinking about the consequences.
Jack Abbott and Victor Newman were bitter enemies for nearly two decades, if not more. In his quest to detach himself from all of his fathers influence, he, Jack, his ex-wife Sharon and current wife Phylis decided to create a fashion magazine. Restless Style was created. This angered Victor since he was associating himself with is enemy.
Phyllis cleared her throat.
– Victor, do you really think we just decided this overnight. Besides the very good reasons your son has told you, they are many other factors that we thought of. Your son learned business from you. He was right about Restless Style, he contributed in making it a success and now we want to take a new step ?, she said.
– What other step ? I thought you wanted to open a new branch in Bay City ?, Nikki Newman asked.
Nicholas and Phyllis could not retain their excitement.
– Mom, Dad. Phyllis and I are starting our own company. Newman Publishing.
– The best part is that we already have a magazine under our belt. In exchange for selling our shares of Restless Style, we obtain the exclusive rights to publish this magazine worldwide.
Victor and Nikki looked surprised.
– This is big. Wow, are you two sure you can handle this. Don’t get me wrong, you have done fabulous work with the magazine. Take it from me, managing a marriage and a new business venture is hard. Very hard, said Nikki.
– Not to mention extremely foolish. Think about what you are doing. Why can’t you open your damn business in Genoa City. Why can’t you just ask for my help.
Nicholas knew what his father was trying to say. So did Phyllis. Nikki wiped a tear from her cheek.
– I love you too dad, come on. We have phone, e-mail. You can come for a visit. We have a great house ready. Lots of room, you can come and pass a few days. It’s not goodbye.
Victor got up his chair and extended his hand to his son. Phyllis and Nikki hugged.
– When are you two leaving, are you bringing Daniel with you, Nikki asked.
– We are leaving in two days. No… Daniel is staying here. He has a great job and he loves working with Jack. I don’t know what his reaction to all this will be, said Phyllis.
– You haven’t told him yet ? Why ?
– Because we wanted you to know. I knew that if we had your blessing, then it was the right decision to go.
Victor hugged Phyllis and whispered.
– I will keep an eye on him. I certainly don’t trust Jack Abbott.
– Okay, so we are reserving the club for 8 PM. We need to go pack. See you tonight.
They got up and left the house. Victor looked at them go and somehow knew that his son would be fine.