As I said, I was writing a lot of episode tags back in 2003, so there’s really not a lot of inspiration here.
Back in April of 2003, the Ric storyline started to really heat up. Elizabeth was dating him, but literally everyone else knew he was complete trash. Jason had confronted her a few times on the topic of Ric, but she’d brushed him off. Ric kidnapped Courtney, and Jason was trying to find her. He told Elizabeth about what happened to Carly a few months earlier (he took advantage of her drugged state and made them think they’d slept together). This scene happened at the Corinthos penthouse, leaving off with Jason demanding Elizabeth tell him everything about Ric.
April 23, 2003
Elizabeth shook her head. “I’m not telling you anything.” She glared at Jason and started to stalk towards the door. Jason grabbed her arm and spun her back around.
“If you don’t tell me, he’ll kill Courtney, is that what you want?” Jason demanded.
Elizabeth yanked her arm out of his grasp. “Go to hell,” she spat.
“Wait a second,” Carly cut in. Her brown eyes were panicked. “What about Courtney, where is she?”
“Ric knocked me out and took her,” Jason reported, ignoring Elizabeth’s scoff. “Sonny’s on his way to meet him, but Ric told him he put Courtney somewhere else.” He glared at Elizabeth. “Where would he take her?”
“Why should I believe a word either one of you say?” Elizabeth demanded. “Neither one of you would know the truth if it bit you in the ass.”
Carly took a deep breath. “Elizabeth, I know it’s difficult to believe this right now, but Ric is not the man he obviously led you to believe he was.”
“Stop it!” Elizabeth cried. “Why are you saying these things?”
“Because they’re true,” Jason snapped, impatiently. “Damn it, Elizabeth. You’re smarter than this.”
She whirled around and glared at him. “Don’t you dare presume to tell me what is and what is not true, do you understand me? I don’t believe a damn word you say!”
“I have never lied to you before,” Jason shot back. “So–”
“That’s a load of shit and you know it!” Elizabeth retorted. “You lied to me about Sonny and you lied to me about Courtney, so don’t try and act betrayed when I have a little trouble trusting you.”
Carly rolled her eyes. “Oh, do not tell me you’re still clinging to the idea that Jason was cheating on you. Grow up.”
Elizabeth glared at her. “Yeah? So why don’t you tell me why they were always together, claming to be friends and then poof, they’re sleeping together? Tell me how that one happened.”
“You think I was seeing Courtney behind your back?” Jason sputtered. “When in the hell would I have found time for that?”
Elizabeth’s eyes burned with tears. “I wouldn’t know. I never saw you.” She took a deep breath and looked at Carly. “All right. I’m going to ask you straight out and I want an honest answer. Do you honestly believe that Ric raped you?”
“Yes,” Carly said immediately. “Yes, I do, Elizabeth. I am sorry you got mixed up with–”
Elizabeth held up a hand. “Spare me the apologies. We both know you don’t mean it.” She folded her arms tightly. “Offhand, I can’t think of anywhere he’d take her, but he, ah, probably would have taken her some place that you can’t get to easily, but in plain site. You know, since he hasn’t lived here long.” She frowned and bit her lip. “There’s a construction site down the street from his apartment. Maybe there’s something there.”
“Thank you.” Jason left without another word.
Elizabeth wiped her tears away and turned to Carly. “I’m sorry for calling you a liar, but this isn’t easy for me,” she whispered. She started towards the door.
“Elizabeth, wait.” Carly took a step towards her and ran her hand through her hair, placing her other hand on her hip. “I hope you believe me when I tell you that I am sorry you got mixed with Ric.”
“If what you’re saying is true, then he’s either really good at lying or I’m just a schmuck,” Elizabeth murmured. “You’d think I’d learn to spot a liar by now, but apparently not.”
“Jason didn’t start seeing Courtney until after you left him,” Carly said quickly, not sure why she was telling this girl anything, but feeling the need to make her feel better in some way. She’d been dealt with a harsh dose of reality today and Carly didn’t feel right about her leaving like this.
“He probably didn’t,” Elizabeth allowed. “But I think she factored into why he decided I didn’t exist anymore. I can’t remember the last time we talked without yelling at each other or me blowing up. One day, we were together and the next I wasn’t even a blip on his radar,” she said softly.
“Have you ever tried to talk to him about it?” Carly asked, trying to suppress the sympathy she felt. Elizabeth had walked out on him, after all.
“He doesn’t understand,” Elizabeth said. “He thinks this was because he lied to me, and yeah, that’s part of it. But–” she stopped and shook her head. “I don’t know I’m telling you any of this.”
“Could you stay here?” Carly found herself asking. “Just until I hear from Sonny or Jason. Because I swear, just sitting here by myself is going to drive me up the wall.”
“Why would you want me to stay?” Elizabeth asked, surprised.
“Because the only friend I have this world other than Sonny and Jason has been kidnapped,” Carly remarked dryly. “And you’re about all that’s left.”
Elizabeth sat down and sighed. “Must be nice.”
Carly frowned. “Excuse me?”
“Having friends who’d do anything for you. Having friends to worry about when they’re gone, who worry about you when something’s wrong.”
Carly sank into the seat next to her on the couch. “Oh, please. Don’t play this with me. You have got tons of friends.”
“I used to.” Elizabeth glanced at her. “How did Sonny take it?”
“Take what?” Carly asked.
“The…thing about Ric.”
Carly shrugged. “He’s been good about it. I didn’t expect him to believe me, but I was thankful when did. I thought he’d think I was dirty at first, but he loves me just the same.”
“That’s good,” Elizabeth replied. She stared at her hands. “It’s good that you’ve got your friends around you. You’re gonna need them. Especially Sonny. I know after it happened to me…” she trailed off and shook her head. “I didn’t sleep for almost a week. Every time I closed my eyes…”
“If you don’t mind me asking…how long has it been?” Carly asked.
“Six years,” Elizabeth murmured.
“S-six?” Carly echoed. She did some mental math. “Jesus, you were only what? Fourteen?”
“Fifteen. It was a few months after my fifteenth birthday,” Elizabeth replied quietly. “Sometimes it feels like it’s been decades. And other days, it feels like–” She stopped.
“Feels like what?” Carly asked softly.
“It still feels like I’ve just crawled out of the snow,” Elizabeth breathed. She swiped at her eyes again. “There are some details that will stay with you, no matter how much you try to forget. The texture of the bench I was sitting on, the damp snow, the cold ground…”
“The smell of the sheets, the shag carpet and the yellow sink,” Carly said shakily. “I don’t know what’s worse, not remembering or remembering everything.” She rubbed her hands together. “On the one hand, you can remember it and your nightmares will replay it in your mind.”
“And on the other hand, you’re left wondering what happened. You have no idea what he did to you,” Elizabeth finished. She took a deep breath. “God, I hope I don’t have a nightmare about it tonight.”
“Does it happen often?”
“Not anymore,” Elizabeth replied. “But if I think about it or the anniversary is approaching–”
“It must be horrible, living like that.” Carly shook her head. “I don’t know what I’d do.”
“You get used to it after a while. It becomes a part of your life, something that it’s in your history, part of who you are.”
“I am sorry that it happened to you Elizabeth,” Carly told her sincerely. “I can’t imagine being that young and dealing with it as well as you apparently have.”
Elizabeth smirked. “You should have seen me in the year or so afterwards. I was scared of shadows, scared of everyone I knew. If someone sneaked up on me, I’d scream.” She frowned a little. “I was scared of Jason, too.”
“Scared of him?” Carly repeated. “Why?”
“I didn’t know him that well. He’s so…big, you know? And you hear things about him.” Elizabeth shrugged. “But I was scared of pretty much every guy that wasn’t Lucky, Luke or Nikolas. It’s kind of what happens when you have no idea who did it.”
“Did they ever find him?” Carly asked curiously.
“I found him by accident,” Elizabeth replied. “I was helping Emily find out who was blackmailing her and they turned out to be the same guy. He’s in jail for what he did to her.”
“How’d you meet Ric?” Carly asked suddenly.
Elizabeth frowned and looked at her. “What?”
“I’m just curious. How did you meet him?”
“I was at Luke’s” Elizabeth smiled a little. “It was the night Alcazar was killed, actually. I was waiting with Lucky to meet with Luke’s psychiatrist and I went up to get our drinks. Ric was at the bar…” she trailed off. “He was watching Sonny and you, probably.”
“Probably,” Carly replied. “I remember that night. I don’t remember Ric offhand, but it makes sense that he was around then.”
“He was looking inside the windows of Kelly’s later that night. He was pretty rude at the time, but I guess eventually–” Elizabeth looked away. “Oh my God…”
“What?” Carly asked.
“He didn’t startacting remotely interested in me until after I told him that I knew Sonny. Up until then, he’d been a jackass, really.” Elizabeth sighed and bit her nail. “He used me.”
“More than likely,” Carly replied. “Hey, I bought his act, too. Right up until Valentine’s Day.”
“Valentine’s Day?” Elizabeth asked. She frowned. “That’s when it happened?”
“I–” Elizabeth shook her head. “It’s just a strange coincidence, that’s all. I–I was–it happened on Valentine’s Day for me.”
“Huh,” Carly murmured. “That is strange.” She glanced at Elizabeth. “You’re not as awful as I thought you were.”
“You either.” Elizabeth smiled weakly at her.
The penthouse door flew open and Courtney and Jason came in. Courtney glared at Elizabeth. “What are you doing here?” she snarled.
Elizabeth stood. “I suppose that’s my cue to leave.” She looked at Carly. “Thanks for the conversation. It was interesting.”
Carly stood. “Maybe we could talk some more?” she suggested.
“I’d like that,” Elizabeth said softly. She turned to the duo. “I’m glad you’re all right, Courtney–”
“Save it,” Courtney cut in. “You helped Ric get away, you’re the reason any of this is happening!”
Elizabeth sighed and started past her. Courtney grabbed her arm, stopping her. “Will you let me go?” Elizabeth asked, tiredly.
“Courtney,” Jason said, putting a hand on her arm. “Just stop it. I wouldn’t have found you if it weren’t for her.”
“I bet Elizabeth was part of the plan,” Courtney said, ignoring Jason. “Isn’t that right?”
“You’re just being ridiculous now,” Elizabeth sighed. She arched her eyebrows. “You gonna let me go now?”
“God, Elizabeth, do you hate Jason that much that you’d try to set him up?” Courtney cried.
“Wait, what?” Elizabeth asked, frowning. “Are you delusional?”
“Courtney, just stop it,” Carly said. “Elizabeth wasn’t in on any of this–”
“I mean, you did tell Jason exactly where Ric shoved me, didn’t you?” Courtney accused.
“I’m beginning to wish I hadn’t,” Elizabeth replied, irritated. She yanked her arm away. “Can I go now?”
“Who is Ric and what does he want from my brother?” Courtney demanded.
“Believe, at this point, if I knew, I’d tell you,” Elizabeth replied. “I just hope he gets what he deserves and if I ever see him again, it’ll be too soon.”
“Oh, sure, Elizabeth, play the innocent victim,” Courtney snarled. “But I think we all know the truth.”
“What, that you’re a paranoid delusional nitwit? Yeah, I think we’re getting that,” Elizabeth retorted. “You know what, Courtney? I’m sick of this. I’m sick of your accusations, I’m sick of your petty little comments about how much Jason loves you, I’m just plain sick of it all. When you grow up and start acting your age rather than your shoe-size, maybe then–” she shook her head and chuckled bitterly. “You know, even then, stay the hell away from me.”
She glared at the blonde for a moment before stalking out of the penthouse.
Courtney rolled her eyes. “My God, what a drama queen.” She turned to see Jason and Carly staring at her. “What?”