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The fists beat into Theresa's already numb body. She flinched every time they struck her stomach. She knew all she had to do was anticipate for the moment when the attack would be over. That's the only thing she could do.
Theresa woke with a start. She was crying as she gathered her blanket around her even more tightly. "I hate you, Joshua," she screamed. She left her husband three months ago. Most of the physical scars had healed, but the psychological and emotional scars haunted her dreams and terrified her every waking hour. Tomorrow she was going to the one place she thought she would never go back to-- Harmony.
Theresa didn't know what to do. She hadn't seen or talked to anyone in town for five years. "I abandoned everyone when I left town. Ethan and I hurt each other so much." She said good bye to her family and friends and never looked back.
"Luis, you know that I can't stay here. It's just too painful to see Ethan and Gwen together. I promise to call you when I get to where I want to go."
They both knew that this wasn't true, but neither was willing to admit it. She hugged her brothers and mother.
"Oh Whit! Never give up on love. I still need to believe it can happen."
An intercom voice broke through the tearful goodbyes. "Now boarding flight 103 to Denver."
Theresa left her life behind and headed toward the plane. She didn't know how long she was going to stay in Denver, but she knew she would never come back here as long as Ethan and Gwen were in Harmony. She boarded the aircraft and looked out the window as the plane left Harmony.
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There you have it. An prologue of sorts. This story is already completed so you don't have to wait too long for updates. Anyone interested in reading the rest of the story?