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It had been a long day. Gabriel and Teresa had spent most of it cleaning the apartment. Tonight was important. Tonight was the night Teresa would have to learn to get along with Samantha.
She had been in totel refusal when it all started, but then she noticed that her Dad had been happier the whole time. Anything that made him happy couldn't be all bad, right?
Teresa was all nicely groomed and dressed. She was wearing a blue dress that she thought she looked cute in, even though it was old.
Samantha arrived promptly on time. Gabriel hugged her and kissed her cheek. Teresa stood in the background rocking on her feet. 'Be nice, be nice, be nice, be nice.' She told herself. When Samantha came in, she tried to smile, but couldn't. Samantha stared at her a second before smiling and reaching out to shake her hand.
"Hello, Serena." She said nicely.
"Um, my name is Teresa, Ms. Catalina." Teresa corrected, trying not to be rude.
"Oh, right. Teresa. You don't need to call me Ms. Catalina. Just call me Samantha." She said sweetly. Teresa nodded. She couldn't help but not like this woman. There was something off about her, but she couldn't say what is was.
The three of them sat down in the Living room. The food was already there. Teresa watched as her Dad and Samantha got there food. He looked over at her when he noticed she wasn't getting any food.
"Teresa, aren't you going to eat?" He asked.
"I'm not hungry right now, Daddy. May I please eat later?" She asked meekly. He nodded.
There was an unplesant silence as they ate for a few minutes. No one was comfortable. Samantha finally broke it.
"So, Teresa, what grade are you in?" She asked cutely.
"Second."
"Do you like second grade?"
Teresa nodded her head. "Uh huh."
"That's good. You seem like a very good girl. I bet you have lots of friends. Whose your best friend?"
Teresa looked down, not quite sure if she should answer that question. She wondered why Samantha asked it. Didn't she remember from the last time they met?
Smantha started to grow impatient. "Well, Teresa?"
Gabriel looked at her and motioned for her to answer. Teresa sighed.
"Bethany Nottingham." Samantha nearly choked on the bite of food she was eating. Then she felt the need to hit herself. She had forgotten their first encounter. Now she remembered why this little brat was so evil.
They stopped talking then. Teresa tried to smile whenever Samantha looked at her, but she couldn't find it in herself to.
Samantha avoided all eye contact with Teresa. She found it hard to believe that this little kid could be the prodigy of such a nice man.
Teresa went to pour herself a drink. After she did, she noticed Samantha had finished her drink. She lifted the jug a little. "Would you like some more, Samantha?" She asked politely. Samantha nodded.
Teresa held the jug steady as she rasied it higher to fill Samantha's cup. But the jug soon wore her arm down and she accidently let her arm bend a little, making juice spill onyo Samantha's skirt. Teresa quickly tried to stop it, but it was too late. Teresa stared wide eyed and horrified at Samantha.
Samantha glared venom at the little one. She stood up and slapped Teresa hard across the face.
"You stupid brat! You did that on purpose to get back at me for your demon of a friend!" Samantha accused. She went to slap Teresa again, when Gabe grabbed her wrist.
"Samantha, knock it off! It was an accident!" Samantha looked at him and then glared back down at Teresa. Teresa got so scared she would be hit again that she dropped the jug and ran to her room. The glass jug broke in a marvelous crash as it went into a million pieces on the ground.
Gabe looked at Samantha shocked. "Jesus Christ, what the hell is wrong with you?!"
"She did it on purpose! You know she hates me!" Samantha said angrily. Gabriel couldn't believe any of this.
"She's seven years old and is my child. What right do you have to hit her?!"
"Well, obviously you don't! Someone had to hit that brat! Let go of my arm, Gabriel!" She told him. He did and she slapped him, too.
"I'm leaving." She stated as she left, slamming the door behind her. Gabriel shook his head and started to clean up the glass.
-Meanwhile-
Teresa sat on her bed crying. She pulled her knees up to her chest and laid her head down on them. That was the first time an adult had ever hit her. No one, not her Dad or uncles, or Aunts had ever hit her. Her cheek still stung.
She heard the door opened the flinched. She watched her Dad come in and sit on the bed next to her. He gathered her up in his arms as she started stuttering out words through her tears.
"Daddy, I promise I didn't do it in purpose. It really was an accident. I'm so sorry!" She sobbed out.
"Hey, it's okay. I know it was an accident. Samantha seriously over reacted. I'm sorry she hit you baby. But don't worry. You'll never see her again."
Teresa looked up at him. "But Daddy, you were happy with her."
"But you weren't. Can't date someone who makes my little girl miserable." He told her. She smiled and hugged him closer.
"I'll pray to god that it will be better next time for you." Teresa told him.
"Sure, baby. You do that. But I can tell you one thing." She looked up at him again.
"What's that Daddy?" She asked.
"That sure was an affair to remember."
Coming Attractions:
The Birth
It had been a long day. Gabriel and Teresa had spent most of it cleaning the apartment. Tonight was important. Tonight was the night Teresa would have to learn to get along with Samantha.
She had been in totel refusal when it all started, but then she noticed that her Dad had been happier the whole time. Anything that made him happy couldn't be all bad, right?
Teresa was all nicely groomed and dressed. She was wearing a blue dress that she thought she looked cute in, even though it was old.
Samantha arrived promptly on time. Gabriel hugged her and kissed her cheek. Teresa stood in the background rocking on her feet. 'Be nice, be nice, be nice, be nice.' She told herself. When Samantha came in, she tried to smile, but couldn't. Samantha stared at her a second before smiling and reaching out to shake her hand.
"Hello, Serena." She said nicely.
"Um, my name is Teresa, Ms. Catalina." Teresa corrected, trying not to be rude.
"Oh, right. Teresa. You don't need to call me Ms. Catalina. Just call me Samantha." She said sweetly. Teresa nodded. She couldn't help but not like this woman. There was something off about her, but she couldn't say what is was.
The three of them sat down in the Living room. The food was already there. Teresa watched as her Dad and Samantha got there food. He looked over at her when he noticed she wasn't getting any food.
"Teresa, aren't you going to eat?" He asked.
"I'm not hungry right now, Daddy. May I please eat later?" She asked meekly. He nodded.
There was an unplesant silence as they ate for a few minutes. No one was comfortable. Samantha finally broke it.
"So, Teresa, what grade are you in?" She asked cutely.
"Second."
"Do you like second grade?"
Teresa nodded her head. "Uh huh."
"That's good. You seem like a very good girl. I bet you have lots of friends. Whose your best friend?"
Teresa looked down, not quite sure if she should answer that question. She wondered why Samantha asked it. Didn't she remember from the last time they met?
Smantha started to grow impatient. "Well, Teresa?"
Gabriel looked at her and motioned for her to answer. Teresa sighed.
"Bethany Nottingham." Samantha nearly choked on the bite of food she was eating. Then she felt the need to hit herself. She had forgotten their first encounter. Now she remembered why this little brat was so evil.
They stopped talking then. Teresa tried to smile whenever Samantha looked at her, but she couldn't find it in herself to.
Samantha avoided all eye contact with Teresa. She found it hard to believe that this little kid could be the prodigy of such a nice man.
Teresa went to pour herself a drink. After she did, she noticed Samantha had finished her drink. She lifted the jug a little. "Would you like some more, Samantha?" She asked politely. Samantha nodded.
Teresa held the jug steady as she rasied it higher to fill Samantha's cup. But the jug soon wore her arm down and she accidently let her arm bend a little, making juice spill onyo Samantha's skirt. Teresa quickly tried to stop it, but it was too late. Teresa stared wide eyed and horrified at Samantha.
Samantha glared venom at the little one. She stood up and slapped Teresa hard across the face.
"You stupid brat! You did that on purpose to get back at me for your demon of a friend!" Samantha accused. She went to slap Teresa again, when Gabe grabbed her wrist.
"Samantha, knock it off! It was an accident!" Samantha looked at him and then glared back down at Teresa. Teresa got so scared she would be hit again that she dropped the jug and ran to her room. The glass jug broke in a marvelous crash as it went into a million pieces on the ground.
Gabe looked at Samantha shocked. "Jesus Christ, what the hell is wrong with you?!"
"She did it on purpose! You know she hates me!" Samantha said angrily. Gabriel couldn't believe any of this.
"She's seven years old and is my child. What right do you have to hit her?!"
"Well, obviously you don't! Someone had to hit that brat! Let go of my arm, Gabriel!" She told him. He did and she slapped him, too.
"I'm leaving." She stated as she left, slamming the door behind her. Gabriel shook his head and started to clean up the glass.
-Meanwhile-
Teresa sat on her bed crying. She pulled her knees up to her chest and laid her head down on them. That was the first time an adult had ever hit her. No one, not her Dad or uncles, or Aunts had ever hit her. Her cheek still stung.
She heard the door opened the flinched. She watched her Dad come in and sit on the bed next to her. He gathered her up in his arms as she started stuttering out words through her tears.
"Daddy, I promise I didn't do it in purpose. It really was an accident. I'm so sorry!" She sobbed out.
"Hey, it's okay. I know it was an accident. Samantha seriously over reacted. I'm sorry she hit you baby. But don't worry. You'll never see her again."
Teresa looked up at him. "But Daddy, you were happy with her."
"But you weren't. Can't date someone who makes my little girl miserable." He told her. She smiled and hugged him closer.
"I'll pray to god that it will be better next time for you." Teresa told him.
"Sure, baby. You do that. But I can tell you one thing." She looked up at him again.
"What's that Daddy?" She asked.
"That sure was an affair to remember."
Coming Attractions:
The Birth