Theresa hummed as she put away the dishes in her condo. Ivy had given her the day off and she was alone because Ethan was at the nursery. It was so convient for Little Ethan to be at the Crane Mansion because she knew that he was in the care of her mother. She closed the cabinets when she heard a door squeak. She stepped out into the hall to see if maybe Fox had walked in, but the door was closed. She then saw that her windows were open and the wind was blowing. "Hmm, must have been the wind." she said to herself. She walked back into the kitchen to put the dish rag she had away when she heard a voice.
"Long time, no see T."
Theresa froze. She knew the voice belonged to Tony and he was the only one who called her T. She gripped the counter and looked at the rack of knives that sat in front of her.
"I know you want to grab a knife and stab me, but I wouldn't try it if I were you." he said. "Why don't you turn around and look at me. I haven't seen you in a while."
Theresa closed her eyes and slowly turned around. "What do you want, Tony."
He smirked, "Oh, you know what I want. I want my son." he said as his smile began to fade.
Theresa put up her hands, "Why don't we just sit down in the living room and talk through this like normal adults, ok?"
"Sure." he said walking towards the living room. "Nice place you've got here."
"Thanks." Theresa said nervously. She wrung her shaking hands as they both sat down on the couch.
"So what is it you do now?"
"I'm an assistant for Ivy Crane." she replied.
"Ah, yes. You were looking for a pediatrician? I gave you a chance in front of a crowd of people to blow my cover, but you didn't go with your instincts. Instead you listened to your lover boy...Deer? What's his name again?" he said insulting Fox intentionally.
"It's Fox." she said calmy.
"I knew it was something like that. You know how my memory is." He sighed and looked around.
It was silent and Theresa's mind raced to what she could do so she could escape. She saw the telephone that was behind Tony, but by the time she reached over and dialed a number he would probably be up to her game. She smiled as she got another idea.
"Why are you smiling?" he asked noticing her smile.
"Nothing. Just thinking about Fox." she said glaring at him. In one swift move she reached behind him, grabbed the telephone, and banged it against his head. Now was her time to escape. She jumped from the couch to run, but Tony caught her by her waist.
"You're one smart girl." he said laughing. "That's why I married you."
"Take your hands off of me." she said as her heart began to race.
"How many times have you said that and how many times have I not listened to you?" he asked. "No, don't answer that." He pushed her against a wall and slapped her.
Theresa's face stung as she felt that familar hand go across her face. She couldn't believe this was happening to her again. She thought she had left it all behind for good. He began to hit her again and she reached behind her for any object and got hold of a vase. She took it and smashed it against his head, causing the vase to break and him to loosen his grip. She sprinted toward the door, but once again he caught her.
"I thought I told you not to make any moves? Huh? Answer me when I speak to you!" he yelled shaking her.
Tears began to run down her face, "I'm sorry! Don't hurt me!" she sobbed.
He shook her and slammed her against the wall. "You took EVERYTHING from me and I'm going to make you pay."
"You don't deserve Little Ethan. All you do is get drunk and hit me." she hissed at him.
Anger rose on Tony's face.
"Go ahead, hit me. You know you want to." she said. She winced as Tony punched her, she didn't want to feel this pain again. But it was too late because the beating had already begun.
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Fox whistled as he approached Theresa's condo. He had bought her some flowers and he wanted to surprise her. He was going to knock on the door but it was wide open. He walked in and closed the door behind him. "Theresa?" he said. He looked around the condo which looked like a hurricane had run through it. The pictures on the walls were crooked, a telephone was lying on the floor, and pieces of glass were in the living room. "Theresa?" he asked again.
"Fox." he heard a voice grunt.
He followed the voice until he reached the kitchen. There she was lying on the kitchen floor covered in blood. "Oh my God! Theresa!" he said dropping the flowers and rushing to her side.
"Fox." she barely got out.
"God, what happened?" he asked not knowing whether to move her or not.
"He...beat...me..." she said beginning to doze off.
"No Theresa, stay with me." he said. "Who beat you?" he asked pulling out his cell phone.
"Tony. I knew....he would....find me." she said and then she closed her eyes.
"Theresa? Theresa hang in there okay? I'm going to call the paramedics."
She nodded. She saw Little Ethan's face in her mind, and then everything went black.
"Long time, no see T."
Theresa froze. She knew the voice belonged to Tony and he was the only one who called her T. She gripped the counter and looked at the rack of knives that sat in front of her.
"I know you want to grab a knife and stab me, but I wouldn't try it if I were you." he said. "Why don't you turn around and look at me. I haven't seen you in a while."
Theresa closed her eyes and slowly turned around. "What do you want, Tony."
He smirked, "Oh, you know what I want. I want my son." he said as his smile began to fade.
Theresa put up her hands, "Why don't we just sit down in the living room and talk through this like normal adults, ok?"
"Sure." he said walking towards the living room. "Nice place you've got here."
"Thanks." Theresa said nervously. She wrung her shaking hands as they both sat down on the couch.
"So what is it you do now?"
"I'm an assistant for Ivy Crane." she replied.
"Ah, yes. You were looking for a pediatrician? I gave you a chance in front of a crowd of people to blow my cover, but you didn't go with your instincts. Instead you listened to your lover boy...Deer? What's his name again?" he said insulting Fox intentionally.
"It's Fox." she said calmy.
"I knew it was something like that. You know how my memory is." He sighed and looked around.
It was silent and Theresa's mind raced to what she could do so she could escape. She saw the telephone that was behind Tony, but by the time she reached over and dialed a number he would probably be up to her game. She smiled as she got another idea.
"Why are you smiling?" he asked noticing her smile.
"Nothing. Just thinking about Fox." she said glaring at him. In one swift move she reached behind him, grabbed the telephone, and banged it against his head. Now was her time to escape. She jumped from the couch to run, but Tony caught her by her waist.
"You're one smart girl." he said laughing. "That's why I married you."
"Take your hands off of me." she said as her heart began to race.
"How many times have you said that and how many times have I not listened to you?" he asked. "No, don't answer that." He pushed her against a wall and slapped her.
Theresa's face stung as she felt that familar hand go across her face. She couldn't believe this was happening to her again. She thought she had left it all behind for good. He began to hit her again and she reached behind her for any object and got hold of a vase. She took it and smashed it against his head, causing the vase to break and him to loosen his grip. She sprinted toward the door, but once again he caught her.
"I thought I told you not to make any moves? Huh? Answer me when I speak to you!" he yelled shaking her.
Tears began to run down her face, "I'm sorry! Don't hurt me!" she sobbed.
He shook her and slammed her against the wall. "You took EVERYTHING from me and I'm going to make you pay."
"You don't deserve Little Ethan. All you do is get drunk and hit me." she hissed at him.
Anger rose on Tony's face.
"Go ahead, hit me. You know you want to." she said. She winced as Tony punched her, she didn't want to feel this pain again. But it was too late because the beating had already begun.
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Fox whistled as he approached Theresa's condo. He had bought her some flowers and he wanted to surprise her. He was going to knock on the door but it was wide open. He walked in and closed the door behind him. "Theresa?" he said. He looked around the condo which looked like a hurricane had run through it. The pictures on the walls were crooked, a telephone was lying on the floor, and pieces of glass were in the living room. "Theresa?" he asked again.
"Fox." he heard a voice grunt.
He followed the voice until he reached the kitchen. There she was lying on the kitchen floor covered in blood. "Oh my God! Theresa!" he said dropping the flowers and rushing to her side.
"Fox." she barely got out.
"God, what happened?" he asked not knowing whether to move her or not.
"He...beat...me..." she said beginning to doze off.
"No Theresa, stay with me." he said. "Who beat you?" he asked pulling out his cell phone.
"Tony. I knew....he would....find me." she said and then she closed her eyes.
"Theresa? Theresa hang in there okay? I'm going to call the paramedics."
She nodded. She saw Little Ethan's face in her mind, and then everything went black.
