DOPPELGANGER.

She easily spotted the distinctive Jaguar S type even though it was 2.20am and the streets where still dark. Not even bothering to hide his indiscretion he'd parked it right under a street lamp in full view, she glowered at it for a moment through the windscreen of her small Ford Fiesta and felt the fury surge again. "Ah, there you are" she hissed at the vehicle as if it could hear her "his precious little' toy, look at you sitting there all by yourself," it's metallic purple paintwork glowed in the soft yellow light and Theresa began to feel, that it too, like it's owner was mocking her. "Don't worry he'll be back, he always is, with his excuses and his lies" she took another long hard swig of vodka from the now have empty bottle she'd snatched from his office earlier. He'd told her he had to work late, big case for a big client, he'd probably have to work all night, she'd given him grief about it when he'd phoned and hung up on him. But later Theresa had begun to feel like a heel, they'd argued so much of late and he couldn't help it if he had to work.she decided to make it up to him. Gathering some fresh pasta and a bottle of Merlot, she'd put on her tightest dress and her most expensive perfume and made a real effort for the first time in years. Only his office was empty, Tony the doorman said that he'd left around 8pm, about the same time he'd phoned her with his lies. Anna's house had been more a hunch than any definite piece of evidence Theresa had. A little red head who'd been his assistant for a few months and whom he'd barely ever spoken about, but she fitted the profile.young, pretty, long legs. On reflection that's probably why she'd thought of Anna straight away as she stood in his office doorway glaring at Anna's desk, simply because he never mentioned her. After fumbling with the handle of the car door for a few moments, Theresa finally managed to open it and stepped onto the street in a rather wobberly and unladylike manner. Pulling back her shoulders she smoothed down her red Gucci dress and lifted her chin "parked you right hout side her flat" she swung the bottle in a large exaggerated gesture 'so sure of himself as usual, so sure I'd fall for his lies.that slime." She swiped angrily at her face with the back of her hand destroying further her makeup-ravaged face. She was still disgusted that despite several hours of calling him not fit to burn and telling herself over and over that she hated him, still she couldn't stop the tears from falling, couldn't stop the gnawing pain that threatened to choke her. She walked in a zig zag fashion over to the car and ran one hand loving down the door frame "you're the only thing he really cares for," she pouted eyeing the cream leather interior "he says that it's my fault you know" she confided in the car in a whisper "say's I drive him to it" another deep slug which made her eyes water. Lifting up her hand she dangled her car keys "but I warned him the last time what would happen if I caught him again" leaning over the wheel arch, her short skirt riding up her still slender legs, she scratched her message deep into the expensive paintwork in large capital letters the full width of the sloping bonnet. 'DIVORCE!' then turning on her spiked heels she regained her balance and climbed back in her car. In the depths of her vodka soaked mind Theresa knew she shouldn't drive, but as she started the engine and stared once more at the evidence before her she felt her world, which had been teetering on a cliff edge for the last few years finally plummet. With bitter bile rising she stomped hard on the accelerator and sped away, she was beyond caring, what did it matter if she did crash? Would he come running from the warmth of his latest lovers bed to hold her hand? Would her parents, who she hadn't spoken to for nearly 16 years morn the fact she wouldn't be around to ignore anymore?

One thing for sure Rebecca wouldn't grieve for her, and that thought brought a fresh surge of anguish that clouded Theresa's eyes with tears misting her vision so she didn't see the sharp bend till it was almost too late. Pulling hard on the steering wheel she swerved rapidly just managing to make the corner but on the wrong side of the road, but then, to her disbelief, the inside of the car was illuminated by the headlights of an on coming lorry..

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She couldn't open her eyes the light was too bright and it caused her head to scream in protest when she tried, so she kept them closed. Where was she? Did she die? Was this Heaven? She tried to move but more pain raced across her body in protest, no, this defiantly wasn't Heaven, so where was she.hospital maybe? Something wasn't right, the room it was warm but the smell was strange, unfamiliar, she could hear voices; two people were talking "a few more minutes and we might have lost her Logan." "You think it's easy pullin' someone from a burning car wreak Hank then you try it next time, anyways she's alive 'aint she?" "Yes, I've dealt with the internal bleeding and the X ray's and scans revealed that that nasty lump on her head looks a lot worse than it is, she has a few cuts and bruises but otherwise she'll be fine." The voice grew louder as he moved towards Theresa, "weird how much she looks like her though." "Not really Logan, this is after all Theresa Millington, it's just not 'our' Theresa Millington." At that Theresa eyes flew open, ignoring the instant flash of pain that ripped through her head, she speared the man closest to her with angry grey eyes, causing him to jerk back in surprise "what the hell is that suppose to mean?" She demanded. As she continued to glare at the short stocky man before her a slow grin grew on his whiskered face "and while you're at it" she snapped as both her irritation and fear began to mount "you can tell me who the hell are you and what I'm doing here?" The grin developed into a full-blown smirk as he stared back at her with alert blue eyes "hey Doc" he called without taking his eyes from Theresa "best tell Chuck our saviour is awake and spittin' fire."