Author's Notes: This is my first Therox fic. This chappy is short, but theres a lot more to come. So please, just R/R okay? Thank you, and please, no flames, because if you burn me, I burn yo ass back. And trust me, my shit is hot. Other than that, okie dokie, huh?
"Fox, please. Stop it." Theresa laughed out.
"Aw, Theresa, giving up already?" He said still tickling her.
"I would appreciate it if you and my fiancée would stop flirting right before my eyes." Ethan Crane said, not even looking up from his newspaper to eye them.
Rolling their eyes, Theresa and Fox reluctantly broke away from each other. "We weren't flirting, Ethan. We were just joking around. Having a little fun." She stood up and straightened the top of her dress out. "Something that you've forgotten how to do." She added as a mutter.
"I heard that." He said warningly. "And I better not hear anything like that again."
Knowing what that meant, she glared at him, knowing that that was all she could do, and then softened her gaze when she looked at Fox. "I'll see you later." She told him, obviously upset as she silently stormed out of the room.
When she was out of the Crane living room, Fox shook his head and looked at Ethan. "Why do you treat her like that?"
Ethan snorted. "Why wouldn't I? Look at her. She's the housekeepers daughter. It's not like I should treat her like a queen." He stood up and sifted his hand through his hair, making his way to find Theresa, wherever it was she had ran off to.
He spotted her talking to Pilar, obviously upset about something. He guessed it was what he had said to her in the living room. Growing angry that she was discussing it with Pilar, he walked over and grabbed her arm. "Theresa. I want to see you upstairs."
She looked from her mother and then back to him. "But…"
"Now." He yanked her towards the stairway.
With tears brimming her eyes, she avoided looking at her mother and slowly walked up the steps. She knew what was about to happen. This always happened when he was angry. And she tried very hard to not make him angry anymore because he always got like this. Possessive and aggressive. "Ethan, whatever I did, I'm sorry."
With a tight and insincere smile he looked at her backside as she walked in front of him. "I know you are. But I want you to show me how sorry you are."
~~
After flipping through a thousand channels, Fox clicked the TV off and threw down the remote. He was bored. He was always bored when he wasn't talking to Theresa. She was like his best friend. She was easy to talk to, because whenever she was listening to him, she would drop her hand on his knee and nudge it gently, smiling softly at him and tell him to 'go ahead and tell' what he was thinking. He smiled just thinking about her, she was like his good mood pill.
And as fast as that smile appeared, it left. She was with Ethan. It wasn't like he wanted to be with her. But she deserved someone better than Ethan. He didn't respect her. He treated her like she was his slave or servant. Fox knew that if he was engaged to be wed to a goddess like Theresa, he would treat her like an angel. That's what she was. An angel.
The house vibrated with a loud thud, and Fox stood up instantly, the pain in his gut telling him that something was wrong. Pilar came rushing into the living room with her eyes alert. "What was that?" She asked with fear lacing her words.
"Where's Theresa?" Fox asked walking towards the stairs. "Is she with Ethan?"
"Yes. Mr. Crane was angry with her and told her to go upstairs." She followed behind him, up the stairs and down the hall where Ethan and Theresa's room was. Before he could make it to the bedroom door, Theresa walked out, her dress was torn, tears were falling down her face, and as she got closer, Fox and Pilar could see the trail of blood falling down the side of her face.
It was like she didn't see them, because when she walked past them, she didn't even slow down, she kept walking, pulling the torn pieces of her clothes up on her bare shoulder.
"Theresa, what happened?" Fox asked worriedly, trying to reach out and touch her.
She yanked his arm off of her and looked back at the room where Ethan was. "I hate him…so much…" She hiccupped, continuing her trek down the stairs.
"Resa, you're bleeding." Fox followed after her. "What did he do to you?" He felt his heart beating with hatred when he thought about what it was that Ethan most likely had done.
Theresa shook her head and wiped the tears from her cheeks, swiping a bit of blood as well. "It doesn't matter." She sighed, grabbing her coat from the closet near the door. "I'm never coming back."
"Resa, talk to me." He grabbed her by her waist and turned her to him, wincing when he saw the cut on her head. "Theresa, I've got to get you to a hospital." He brought his hand up and carefully brushed his finger over the cut. "Did Ethan do this to you?" He asked already knowing he had. "I'm going to kill him." He let go of her waist.
She grabbed his hand and stopped him. "Fox, don't do anything to him. He's your brother. I'm just a girl."
"That doesn't make it right." He angrily told her, confused that she would think that way.
"Fox, anything Ethan does is right. You and I both know that." She told him knowingly, reaching for the doorknob.
"Are you coming home, Resa?" He asked carefully.
"Theresa!" The voice boomed from upstairs. He was making his way down.
With her eyes tightly clenched, she grabbed the knob hard. Squeezing it with all the might she had. It was like she was trying to destroy it. But she couldn't. With a frustrated grunt, she closed the door and let out a jagged sob.
Fox watched her, then he looked towards the steps where Ethan had come down from. Without a second thought, he walked over and punched the monster in the jaw. He hated Ethan. Everyone knew that. The whole world knew it. He hated Ethan unhealthily. And he hated him more and more everyday.
He hated him more and more every time he hurt Theresa.
"Fox, please. Stop it." Theresa laughed out.
"Aw, Theresa, giving up already?" He said still tickling her.
"I would appreciate it if you and my fiancée would stop flirting right before my eyes." Ethan Crane said, not even looking up from his newspaper to eye them.
Rolling their eyes, Theresa and Fox reluctantly broke away from each other. "We weren't flirting, Ethan. We were just joking around. Having a little fun." She stood up and straightened the top of her dress out. "Something that you've forgotten how to do." She added as a mutter.
"I heard that." He said warningly. "And I better not hear anything like that again."
Knowing what that meant, she glared at him, knowing that that was all she could do, and then softened her gaze when she looked at Fox. "I'll see you later." She told him, obviously upset as she silently stormed out of the room.
When she was out of the Crane living room, Fox shook his head and looked at Ethan. "Why do you treat her like that?"
Ethan snorted. "Why wouldn't I? Look at her. She's the housekeepers daughter. It's not like I should treat her like a queen." He stood up and sifted his hand through his hair, making his way to find Theresa, wherever it was she had ran off to.
He spotted her talking to Pilar, obviously upset about something. He guessed it was what he had said to her in the living room. Growing angry that she was discussing it with Pilar, he walked over and grabbed her arm. "Theresa. I want to see you upstairs."
She looked from her mother and then back to him. "But…"
"Now." He yanked her towards the stairway.
With tears brimming her eyes, she avoided looking at her mother and slowly walked up the steps. She knew what was about to happen. This always happened when he was angry. And she tried very hard to not make him angry anymore because he always got like this. Possessive and aggressive. "Ethan, whatever I did, I'm sorry."
With a tight and insincere smile he looked at her backside as she walked in front of him. "I know you are. But I want you to show me how sorry you are."
~~
After flipping through a thousand channels, Fox clicked the TV off and threw down the remote. He was bored. He was always bored when he wasn't talking to Theresa. She was like his best friend. She was easy to talk to, because whenever she was listening to him, she would drop her hand on his knee and nudge it gently, smiling softly at him and tell him to 'go ahead and tell' what he was thinking. He smiled just thinking about her, she was like his good mood pill.
And as fast as that smile appeared, it left. She was with Ethan. It wasn't like he wanted to be with her. But she deserved someone better than Ethan. He didn't respect her. He treated her like she was his slave or servant. Fox knew that if he was engaged to be wed to a goddess like Theresa, he would treat her like an angel. That's what she was. An angel.
The house vibrated with a loud thud, and Fox stood up instantly, the pain in his gut telling him that something was wrong. Pilar came rushing into the living room with her eyes alert. "What was that?" She asked with fear lacing her words.
"Where's Theresa?" Fox asked walking towards the stairs. "Is she with Ethan?"
"Yes. Mr. Crane was angry with her and told her to go upstairs." She followed behind him, up the stairs and down the hall where Ethan and Theresa's room was. Before he could make it to the bedroom door, Theresa walked out, her dress was torn, tears were falling down her face, and as she got closer, Fox and Pilar could see the trail of blood falling down the side of her face.
It was like she didn't see them, because when she walked past them, she didn't even slow down, she kept walking, pulling the torn pieces of her clothes up on her bare shoulder.
"Theresa, what happened?" Fox asked worriedly, trying to reach out and touch her.
She yanked his arm off of her and looked back at the room where Ethan was. "I hate him…so much…" She hiccupped, continuing her trek down the stairs.
"Resa, you're bleeding." Fox followed after her. "What did he do to you?" He felt his heart beating with hatred when he thought about what it was that Ethan most likely had done.
Theresa shook her head and wiped the tears from her cheeks, swiping a bit of blood as well. "It doesn't matter." She sighed, grabbing her coat from the closet near the door. "I'm never coming back."
"Resa, talk to me." He grabbed her by her waist and turned her to him, wincing when he saw the cut on her head. "Theresa, I've got to get you to a hospital." He brought his hand up and carefully brushed his finger over the cut. "Did Ethan do this to you?" He asked already knowing he had. "I'm going to kill him." He let go of her waist.
She grabbed his hand and stopped him. "Fox, don't do anything to him. He's your brother. I'm just a girl."
"That doesn't make it right." He angrily told her, confused that she would think that way.
"Fox, anything Ethan does is right. You and I both know that." She told him knowingly, reaching for the doorknob.
"Are you coming home, Resa?" He asked carefully.
"Theresa!" The voice boomed from upstairs. He was making his way down.
With her eyes tightly clenched, she grabbed the knob hard. Squeezing it with all the might she had. It was like she was trying to destroy it. But she couldn't. With a frustrated grunt, she closed the door and let out a jagged sob.
Fox watched her, then he looked towards the steps where Ethan had come down from. Without a second thought, he walked over and punched the monster in the jaw. He hated Ethan. Everyone knew that. The whole world knew it. He hated Ethan unhealthily. And he hated him more and more everyday.
He hated him more and more every time he hurt Theresa.