// new in town

[Alexandra Michaela Corinthos]

Alexandra walked into the The Coffee House solo, feeling the warmth from the inside hit her cold face. She ran a hand through her hair, shaking it out gently as she surveyed the place. Alex and her twin sister had arrived in Port Charles an hour or so ago and were already on a mission to find their father. It wasn't a want but a need, as they really didn't have much of a choice. After their mother had brought out the knife, the two nineteen year old girls booked it, and they certainly wouldn't go back to that place. So, here they were. No money, no place to go; just riding the hope that they would find their dear old dad and he would be willing to help them out. Then again, they really didn't know if their father even knew about them in the first place, but I guess that was something they would just have to figure out. Reaching her hand up to her face, she gently touched her eye and flinched a little from the pain. She had covered it as best she could with makeup, but she knew you could still see small remnants of black and purple. Normally, she could put on an incredibly good act of complete and total confidence, but it was a little harder when you had the obvious mark of being beat up displayed on her face for all the world to see. She just hoped no one asked; it was none of their business, and she just wanted to forget what had happened. Perhaps this place would bring about a fresh start. Oh, who was she kidding? She just wanted a place to live, money, and a father who won't try to get in her way of living a life without rules. She was perfectly content with being parent-less, because that's how things were going to be.

She turned around and looked in the reflection of the glass, checking to make sure that her touch hadn't made it even more noticeable. Being that it was still pretty fresh from the fight, hiding it completely seemed impossible. Her heart rate had slowed, but the pain she felt was still a reminder of the life she had just left hours previous. Her arms ached from being held too tightly, and she could easily flash back to the nights events in her head, watching as her mother angrily pushed her into the wall behind her. She remembered pushing her mother off of her and watching the fire in her eyes as she got her good punch in. Then, the rest happened too quickly. The knife was pulled and she was out of there. She was going to find her sister at work, and then they were getting the fuck out of there. It was clear that her mother had had more than her usual amount of alcohol. She was spouting how it must have been them that drove her father away, and how she hated them for it. Alex couldn't remember the time exactly when her mother had become so crazy to believe that if they didn't exist he would come back to her. Alex furrowed her brow trying to push these thoughts away, but it was all she could think about. Her mothers threatening glare as she shook the knife in her direction, shouting at the top of her lungs about how she and Aimee had ruined her life.

She thought it was a scare tactic, and it probably was, but Alex wasn't taking that chance. Not with her life, or her twin sister's. Her mother wasn't stable anymore, and they no longer knew what she was capable of. She certainly wasn't the same mother who tucked them into bed every night when they were little after her long days at work. Alex ran her tongue over her chapped lips, which was certainly the least of her worries. She was here to find the man whose sperm caused her painful existence. Her sister was off checking another location their father apparently could be at, and this was her place to check out. Walking over to the counter, she glanced upon the menu. It was freezing outside, and she could really go for a hot coffee. She then remembered, however, that she had no money whatsoever and there was really nothing that should stall her any longer. That was exactly what she was doing. She hadn't known her father for the entirety of her life; nineteen long years. She had always thought about him, what he could be like, what he could look like even. She didn't know how she was going to react when the two were face to face. What if he was like her mother? What if he didn't want to help and just wanted nothing to do with them? Then the two girls would really be left on their own, and they didn't have a back up plan after this one. "Can I help you?" The barista asked her, giving her a polite smile. Alex pressed a returning smile to her lips for a moment before it faded. "Hi, yes. Do you know where I can find Michael Corinthos Sr.? I was told this was where to look."

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tagged // sonny corinthos AKA britnay <3
word count // eight hundred plus
notes // hi, meet your new sister! (;
credit // the post & the art belongs to me!

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[Sonny Corinthos]

Once I was finished making a business call, I rested the phone back into place. A small sigh escaped my tightened lips as I leaned back in my chair. I was already tired of dealing with my simple minded business associates. I moved my chair from side to side stopping as my eyes rested on one of the many picture frames on my desk of the same little girl. Addy was the only thing I've ever done right in my life. She was the only good that I had to show for myself. She is my whole world. She gave me a reason to want to be better and wake up each morning. If it wasn't for her, I would have probably ended my miserable life a long time ago. She brought the only joy to my life. I couldn't imagine my life without her now even though I was scared to death of being a father. I thought for sure I would fail at it. I know I couldn't fail her. I had to do right by her and I tried my hardest but I knew this was no life for a teenage girl. I'm so thankful for Robin and Courtney being in her life and being the only two girl influences she had. I knew if Addy couldn't talk to me about personal girl things....she had them to go to at least. I was thankful for that because I believed Addy should have a female influence in her life and she got that from them. Jason, Max, Milo and I did the best we could raising a little girl and I believe she was a happy child. I would give her the moon. I would give her anything in the world. She's my whole world after all

I came out of my thoughts when I heard a shrill ring disturbing my silence. I straightened up slightly in my seat, glowering at the phone. I was half tempted to rip the phone cord out of the wall. I growled underneath my breath before reaching out, picking up the phone. I brought it to my ear. "What?" I said into the phone, not even bothering to hide my discontent. I was already just getting out of the last bad mood the previous phone call put me in. "Um..sir..there's somebody out here wanting to speak to Mike Corbin" I shook my head slightly as I leaned back in my chair. I rested my elbow on my arm rest before bringing my fingers up, squeezing the bridge of my nose. Go figure Mike was probably up to his neck in gambling debt that I no doubt had to sweep under the rug for him now. I was use to this. He was in a constant state of debt. There was constantly someone shaking him down for money. It would be easier if I didn't care. It would be easier if I could just shut him out but I knew I couldn't because no matter what happened, he was the only father I had and I wasn't going to allow anyone to give him a hard time. It was like I was raising two children but Mike was a lot more trouble. I would always feel a responsibility to help him even though I didn't want to. I didn't want to continue to have to pull him out of the wreckage he made out of his life and clean it up but I knew I would for the simple fact that he was my father. "I'll be right out Tommy" I said before hanging up the phone without waiting to hear a response. I pushed back from the desk, hearing the chair screech in protest as I stood up. I began making my way toward the door before opening it a second later. I stepped out of my office before closing the door behind me as I began walking deeper into the room

I glanced around, noticing the place was relatively empty. Nobody wanted to be caught at a mob front. Everyone in town knew this was a cover. I glanced at the young, curvaceous brunette by the counter. I never saw her around these parts. I would remember that face. I glanced around, wondering if she was the one here to talk to my father and if so why..what would be her business? This wasn't how the money collectors normally handled things. They didn't send in someone that looked like her. I could feel the start of a headache forming as I tried to wrap my mind around this. I paused for a second before making my way over to the counter, staring at Tommy who couldn't seem to keep his eyes off her. I shook my head slightly. This was the problem with kids. He wouldn't notice a bomb going off he was so caught up in her. I resisted the urge to reach over and knock his head into the counter. Instead, I glanced over at the young woman, noticing the faint outline of a bruise that she was trying to conceal. My mother did the same with Deke. All the make up in the world didn't hide the black and blue markings or the pain in her eyes. I could see it in hers, that same sort of pain that my mother use to carry. She was trying to cover it up with a tough act. I knew that defense mechanism better then anyone. The realization of it all hit me like a ton of bricks. I wondered who did this to her but I knew I couldn't just expect her to spill. She didn't know me from Adam. I had to be careful going about figuring out exactly what was going on but I felt as if I should know...something. That I should be looking for something but I wasn't sure what that something was

"Do you want something to drink? Eat?" I asked her, normally I wouldn't extend such a gesture. I wasn't sure why I was now but I knew the bruisings weren't self inflicted and I felt as if I should. I guess it was because she was a much younger female. I folded my arms across my chest before letting out a sigh. "What do you need to see Mike for?" I asked, deciding to cut to the chase. I was never one to beat around the bush. The sooner I get this taken care of the better

[Alexandra Michaela Corinthos]

Alex fiddled with the bottom of her shirt as the barista made a phone call, waiting as patiently as she could for the result of it. She thought it was a little suspicious that he was calling someone other than Mike Corbin to tell them about her visit, but she supposed if it helped her find him she shouldn't complain. If not for saving herself, she needed to look out for her twin sister. It was Alex that their mother was really angry with, and it was Alex's fault that they no longer had a place to call home. She needed to find their father and just hope and pray that he could fix that for them. The barista hung up the phone, but said nothing to her. She raised her eyebrow at him, observing at the way he was looking more at her chest than anything else. Sighing, she rolled her eyes and turned away. Guess that was one person who wouldn't even notice the black eye that was poorly covered. At least she knew now that the more cleavage she showed, the less she would even have to bother with make up. God, some guys were just so easy. In the reflection of the window, Alex saw a man appear behind her, probably coming out of the room in the back. This made her think, and she took a quick glance around the coffee shop again. This place didn't look much like any of the other coffee shops she'd ever seen or been into. In fact, she hadn't even noticed before that there was a man standing in front of the door that this other man had just came out of. What the hell was this place? The man walking towards her now certainly made her feel like she was in some sort of mob front.

The man was wearing black dress pants, a belt, and a black button up shirt. She knew you weren't supposed to judge a book by its cover, but the man kind of screamed mob boss, or at least important business man; he had a bodyguard in front of his door though, what kind of business man had that? "I.. uh. I don't have any money on me. I just came to find someone. Michael Corinthos Sr, or I suppose Mike Corbin as your barista called him." Honestly, Alexandra was starving. It had been hours since she'd eaten anything, and if she didn't find Mike, she wondered how much longer it would be before she would eat anything. Not to mention, all those hot caffeinated drinks were screaming out for her. Her hands felt frozen, and even though it was much warmer indoors than it was outdoors, she was still fairly cold. Alexandra wasn't a big fan of taking charity, though. If she was going to get something, she wanted it to be because she had been persuasive, not because she was deserving of hand outs. "He's my father." She stated to the stranger. Before she had been avoiding his gaze, but now she was looking directly into his eyes. He seemed shocked at what she had said, almost as if it affected him in some sort of way. "Do you know where I can find him?" She asked, also cutting right to the chase. Her survival was counting on this.

Alexandra then realized she was having a conversation with a man she knew absolutely nothing about. She knew she was desperate to find her father, but she was being completely stupid about this situation. Here she was in a town she knew nothing about, searching for her father whom she had never met and might not even know of her and Aimee's existence, and she was giving information to someone she didn't know. I mean, there had to be a reason her mother had never brought the two of them to Port Charles when they were young to find him. Was it dangerous? Was this guy actually a member of the mob? "Who are you, by the way? If you don't mind me asking." Normally, she probably wouldn't have been so polite. She was a bitch, that was who she was most of the time. Her life had made her hard. However, she figured she should at least try to be kind to the man who could possibly give her information about her father.

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tagged // sonny corinthos AKA britnay <3
word count // seven hundred plus
notes // they're going to be awesome sibs.
credit // the post & the art belongs to me!

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[Sonny Corinthos]

'I.. uh. I don't have any money on me. I just came to find someone. Michael Corinthos Sr, or I suppose Mike Corbin as your barista called him'

I could tell she was nervous and on edge. It was written all over her face. I could see it in her eyes and hear it in her voice. She probably recognized my face. My face and name has been plastered on more TV screens and headlines more then I ever wanted it to. I tried to avoid that sort of publicity. I didn't want any of that. I didn't want to deal with what came with it or shine that light on my daughter. I wanted her to stay out of the media and for the most part, I had managed to do a good job of shielding Addy from that. I didn't know how to put the petite brunette in front of me at ease but I didn't want her to think I would bust her knee caps any second now. I know she should view me that way. It was better for her if nobody caught her here, conversing with me. It was better for her if she stayed away and our paths continued to never cross but it seemed to late for that now. "It's alright..I can spare a danish or a muffin or a brownie. Whatever you want...it's on the house" I said, nodding to the glass where all of that sweet junk was. I glanced over at Tommy before nodding my head as I looked back over at her. She probably didn't like that gesture. She would probably take it as a sign of pity if she was anything like me or how I use to be. Growing up, I didn't want anyone's pity and I sure as hell didn't like taking hand outs when they were offered. I didn't want someone to think I couldn't get something that I wanted by myself. I didn't want to feel like I owed someone something. Even if I needed it, I convinced myself I could do without it because I didn't want anything if I couldn't get it myself. That's how I've always been so I reminded myself not to take offense if she did something I would do and that is turn it down

'He's my father'

I blinked in response, staring at her like I misheard her. I had to. I had to have misunderstood the words repeating themselves in my head. I have a sister? Mike has another child? I wondered if he knew or did he just leave her behind too. This had to be a joke. My mouth dropped open and I knew I probably resembled a deer caught in headlights. I felt like one. I didn't know how to react to this news. I should be getting use to it by now. I had experience with finding out about Ric and Courtney even though I didn't know how to be a brother to them. They didn't make it easy and I tried with Courtney. I tried my best to be the best brother I could be to Courtney but I felt as if it was to late for me and Ric. Too much damage done between us but he was still blood. He was still Adela's son. I would always look out for Ric and protect him but I didn't do it for him. I would never do anything for him. I did it for her. Adela would want me to look after Ric and that's exactly what I planned on doing. No harm would come to my brother or sister..sisters. Wow, I still couldn't wrap my mind around that. I had sisters? Wow. Growing up, I was use to being an only child. I didn't know how to be anyone's brother

"I..I do" I said to her, pulling out the phone from my pocket with one shaky hand. I tightened my hand around my phone as I continued to stare at her. I didn't even know if the old man was still in town. He split more often then not. If she was looking to bond with dear old pops, she should look elsewhere. Mike Corbin didn't bond. He didn't know how to be a father to me or Courtney. He was never a father to us. I didn't need him anyways but when I didn't want him, he was around and deep down there was apart of me that was thankful when he was around. There was a part of me that missed him every time he vanished, there was apart of me that was hurt even though I masked it and did my best to keep him at a distance from me and my life now. I wanted him to be around his grandchild though and I was thankful he remembered her birthday and always visited her on holidays. My father and I didn't have the best relationship but I didn't want Addy to miss out on anything. Mike was the only grandfather she had and I would be damned if he disappointed her to. It was one thing to disappoint me but I wouldn't let him disappoint her. What the hell was I going to even tell Addy or Courtney? How could I tell them this when I couldn't even make sense of it myself

'Who are you, by the way? If you don't mind me asking'

"You might want to sit down for this" I instructed her. I nodded my head to closest free table before making my way over toward it. Once seated, I rested my hands on top of the table. I stared at them for a long second, not even knowing how to begin. I bit my lower lip slightly before looking back up at her. "He splits all the time...leaves without any kind of warning. You can go days...hell months without hearing where he is and if he's alright even. He eventually comes back. He doesn't stay gone forever...you get use to it" I said to her, pursing my lips together tightly before swallowing the lump in my throat. "I know this because he's my old man too. I'm his son....he has a..a daughter named Courtney. She's my...our sister" I said to her, studying her face...wondering if I was piling to much information on her all at once. "I'm not sure where he is but I'll get in contact with him. He'll want to meet you...I don't think he knows you exist" I said to her, letting out a small sigh. If he did, well he would have hell to pay for keeping something like this from me and Courtney. I don't know how I could forgive him for not telling me that I had a sister out there..I couldn't forgive him. That was unforgivable

[Alexandra Michaela Corinthos]

Alexandra was ready to refuse his offer, but her stomach growled. She may be a proud person, but she wasn't about to put her survival in jeopardy either. After all, she didn't know how long it was going to take for her and her sister to get in touch with their father, or if he was going to be willing to help them out. "Thank you." Alexandra said, looking the man across from her dead in the eyes. "I promise I'll pay you back for it." She didn't have the money for it now, but she supposed she'd have to get a job. She was a great bartender, perhaps they needed one of those around here. Granted, she wasn't old enough to even drink yet, but that was what her fake id was for. She stood up and walked over to the counter, rolling her eyes as the barista watched her every move. This guy really didn't know how to play it cool at all, did he? "I'll have a brownie and a cup of coffee please." It took him a moment to start moving as he was too busy staring at her chest than focusing on the task at hand. She gave the man of whom she had just met a nervous smile before turning back to the barista who had finally gotten her food. She didn't thank him, she figured letting him stare at her chest without yelling at him for being a creep was thanks enough. Carefully carrying her order, she placed it down on the table. As much as she wanted to just gobble the brownie and allow the hot coffee to warm her up, she wanted answers far more. Alexandra carefully watched the man's expression change as she informed him that Mike was her father. Seemed to her that he had a personal involvement to the situation. Maybe he just knew Mike very well? That had to be it. It was probably just a surprise to him that Mike had a child, or children rather, and this meant to Alex that Mike had no idea that she existed. Alex felt a small sense of relief wash over her when he told her that he knew where she could find Mike. That was good, right? That small bit of relief was then washed out to sea and a whole new batch of nervousness came in. This meant she was actually going to meet her father. She was going to meet the man who abandoned her mother, who drove her to alcoholism. He had to be better than her abusive mother, unless that was where she learned it. Alex listened and sat down, feeling the need to anyways. She raised the cup to her mouth and took a sip, allowing the hot coffee to warm her up and calm her. It appeared she would need a little more calm before he told her what it seemed he knew.

Alex frowned, and looked down at her cup of coffee to avoid looking at him. That's just great. The only plan that Alex had for her and her twin sister was now thrown out the window. He was gone, and it appeared this person who knew all about him didn't even know how to get into contact with him. What was she going to do? Alex picked up the brownie and took a bite out of it, listening as he continued to speak. Then, before she knew it, she nearly spat out her food all over him. "What?!" She exclaimed, before clamping her mouth shut. She chewed the rest of the brownie in her mouth and then swallowed. "You're my brother? Well half-brother? And I have another sister? Well, a half-sister?" She had two more siblings? Wow, her mother sure knew how to pick them. With this information came a whole new set of thoughts in the young girls head. Did her mother know about his other kids? Had she kept this from them? This was just way too much to process. "I.. I don't know what to say." Alex picked up the cup of coffee and downed the rest of it, placed it hard on the table in front of her as if she had just done a shot. She then twiddled with her thumbs nervously before he began to speak again. Alex wasn't used to this; she was usually confident and incredibly sure of herself. Well, sure of herself when it didn't come to being at home listening to her mother hurl insults at her. "Oh, so you do know how to get a hold of him?" Alexandra asked, feeling a little more relief. Perhaps her plan would work out. She felt a little more at ease as she hoped for that. She had to make sure that if not her, her sister was going to be okay. It wasn't as if she was their mother's prime target. It was Alex's fault that they left their home behind and now had nothing. "You're right. He probably doesn't know about me. About us, actually." Alex then realized she hadn't told him at all about her sister. Well, his other half-sister now. "I have a twin sister." She finished, watching as his eyes widened once again. Looks like they both had come to realize they had two siblings they didn't know about.

Alex let things settle down in their conversation before proceeding. "If you don't mind, I have a few questions for you." She plopped the final bite of her brownie into her mouth as she awaited for his response, and then continued. "First of all, I know you're my brother now, but uh.. what's your name? My sister is.. Courtney Corinthos? and you are?" That was going to take some getting used to. Two more people with the last name Corinthos; two siblings that she had known nothing about. Alexandra felt anger bubbling up inside of her as she thought of the possibly that her mother had known about this. She had to, right? Unless her father just never told her. Her brother, after all, looked a lot older than she was, and she wouldn't put it past her bitch of a mother to keep something like this from them out of spite. When their father didn't come back, she just hit the bottle, and then she started hitting them. Usually Alex, as she was the oldest. Aimee, being the smart girl that she was, spent more time out of the house which seemed to save her from the majority of the beatings. Then again, Aimee had also chosen to become a stripper as her career, so maybe neither of them were smart for their choices. "Do you think you could tell me about my.. our father? I don't know much -- well anything about him."

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tagged // sonny corinthos AKA britnay <3
word count // one thousand +
notes // awesome siblings.
credit // the post & the art belongs to me!

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