Theresa stared at the Crane Mansion with disdain. She wanted so much to see
it burned down to the ground for all the atrocious acts it had committed
against her and the citizens of Harmony.
"One day Theresa, one day." she told herself.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door slamming and feet pattering against the sidewalk. She looked up to see a young boy with a mischievous look on his face running from the house.
"Oh my god, that's Ethan Martin." she said in astonishment as she watched the little boy. She wanted so badly to call out to him so she could embrace him in the arms that ached for him for the past five years.
"Little Ethan!" a shrill voice suddenly rang through the air.
The little boy rolled his eyes at the sound of the voice and rebelliously kept doing what he was doing.
"Little Ethan, listen to me when I talk to you!" the voice said angrily. Soon Gwen's small figure emerged from the shadows and yanked him by the arm.
"Ow, you're hurting me!" Ethan yelled out in pain.
An enraged Theresa stirred up all the strength she could in her to keep her from letting Gwen have it for treating her son that way.
"Then listen to me!" Gwen screeched as she held on to his arm. "When I tell you to stay inside, you stay inside."
"And when did you become my mother?" he replied.
Theresa bit her lip to keep from laughing at the angry look on Gwen's face.
"I am the one who is raising you!" an outraged Gwen screamed.
"That doesn't make you my mom." he retorted.
"But I am your mom!" Gwen argued.
"No you're not!" Little Ethan yelled angrily. "My mom had dark hair and she made me laugh and she made me happy all the time and she loved me and I loved her. You have never made me laugh or made me happy and I don't believe you love me and what does it matter because I hate you!"
Theresa looked at her son with pride and admiration. He remembered her. A smile spread across her face. Her son still loved her. That was enough to get her through the trial.
"What are you doing on my property?" an angry voice asked from behind Theresa.
Theresa immediately spun around to come face to face with none other than Alistair Crane.
"Well if it isn't Alistair Crane." she smirked. "I thought you would have died from a heart attack by now."
"I could have you arrested!" he yelled in his husky voice.
"Fine, but I'd be out by day's end." Theresa replied.
"Drop this case against the Crane's." he ordered. "You'll never win."
"I don't take orders from anyone so you should know by now that I won't listen to you." she replied defiantly.
Alistair narrowed his eyes at Theresa. "If you don't you'll regret it."
"Yeah, sure. What are you going to do? Spill some secrets about me because guess what? I have nothing to hide. You have no leverage over me." Theresa said confidently.
"I'll find something." he said nervously.
Theresa took a step closer to Alistair and stared him in the face. "You don't scare me Alistair."
"Your brother said the same thing to me and now look at what's happening to Luis' life." Alistair chuckled evilly.
"I know all your secrets and when everyone else finds them out you'll be powerless." she continued.
"What the hell is she doing here?" Gwen's voice interrupted them.
"Gwen." Theresa said tightly as she came face to face with the woman she loathed.
"Why haven't you arrested her yet Alistair?" Gwen asked angrily.
"Well let's see. There's no restraining order against me in any custody papers I signed... oh yeah, that's right Gwen!" Theresa said sarcastically. "I never signed any custody papers so legally I can be here if I want to."
"Whatever." Gwen replied defeated.
"Let's just get this over with, Gwen. Give me Little Ethan now and your hide and the Crane's hides will all be saved." Theresa offered.
"Maybe you should listen to her for once." Alistair spoke up, not wanting any of his secrets to be revealed.
"No." Gwen answered. "There is no way I'm going to let you have that little boy."
"Why? It's obvious that he hates you... he even told you himself a few minutes ago." Theresa grinned.
A bright red Gwen tried to hide her embarrassment. "I will see you in court, Theresa."
"Very well then." Theresa answered. She then turned to Alistair. "You better start counting down your days because they're coming to an end."
"What was that all about?" Gwen asked Alistair as they watched Theresa walk away.
"You just mind your own business." Alistair replied angrily. He threw his cigar down into the ground. He had to find something that would keep Theresa from spilling his secrets and he needed to find it fast.
"One day Theresa, one day." she told herself.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door slamming and feet pattering against the sidewalk. She looked up to see a young boy with a mischievous look on his face running from the house.
"Oh my god, that's Ethan Martin." she said in astonishment as she watched the little boy. She wanted so badly to call out to him so she could embrace him in the arms that ached for him for the past five years.
"Little Ethan!" a shrill voice suddenly rang through the air.
The little boy rolled his eyes at the sound of the voice and rebelliously kept doing what he was doing.
"Little Ethan, listen to me when I talk to you!" the voice said angrily. Soon Gwen's small figure emerged from the shadows and yanked him by the arm.
"Ow, you're hurting me!" Ethan yelled out in pain.
An enraged Theresa stirred up all the strength she could in her to keep her from letting Gwen have it for treating her son that way.
"Then listen to me!" Gwen screeched as she held on to his arm. "When I tell you to stay inside, you stay inside."
"And when did you become my mother?" he replied.
Theresa bit her lip to keep from laughing at the angry look on Gwen's face.
"I am the one who is raising you!" an outraged Gwen screamed.
"That doesn't make you my mom." he retorted.
"But I am your mom!" Gwen argued.
"No you're not!" Little Ethan yelled angrily. "My mom had dark hair and she made me laugh and she made me happy all the time and she loved me and I loved her. You have never made me laugh or made me happy and I don't believe you love me and what does it matter because I hate you!"
Theresa looked at her son with pride and admiration. He remembered her. A smile spread across her face. Her son still loved her. That was enough to get her through the trial.
"What are you doing on my property?" an angry voice asked from behind Theresa.
Theresa immediately spun around to come face to face with none other than Alistair Crane.
"Well if it isn't Alistair Crane." she smirked. "I thought you would have died from a heart attack by now."
"I could have you arrested!" he yelled in his husky voice.
"Fine, but I'd be out by day's end." Theresa replied.
"Drop this case against the Crane's." he ordered. "You'll never win."
"I don't take orders from anyone so you should know by now that I won't listen to you." she replied defiantly.
Alistair narrowed his eyes at Theresa. "If you don't you'll regret it."
"Yeah, sure. What are you going to do? Spill some secrets about me because guess what? I have nothing to hide. You have no leverage over me." Theresa said confidently.
"I'll find something." he said nervously.
Theresa took a step closer to Alistair and stared him in the face. "You don't scare me Alistair."
"Your brother said the same thing to me and now look at what's happening to Luis' life." Alistair chuckled evilly.
"I know all your secrets and when everyone else finds them out you'll be powerless." she continued.
"What the hell is she doing here?" Gwen's voice interrupted them.
"Gwen." Theresa said tightly as she came face to face with the woman she loathed.
"Why haven't you arrested her yet Alistair?" Gwen asked angrily.
"Well let's see. There's no restraining order against me in any custody papers I signed... oh yeah, that's right Gwen!" Theresa said sarcastically. "I never signed any custody papers so legally I can be here if I want to."
"Whatever." Gwen replied defeated.
"Let's just get this over with, Gwen. Give me Little Ethan now and your hide and the Crane's hides will all be saved." Theresa offered.
"Maybe you should listen to her for once." Alistair spoke up, not wanting any of his secrets to be revealed.
"No." Gwen answered. "There is no way I'm going to let you have that little boy."
"Why? It's obvious that he hates you... he even told you himself a few minutes ago." Theresa grinned.
A bright red Gwen tried to hide her embarrassment. "I will see you in court, Theresa."
"Very well then." Theresa answered. She then turned to Alistair. "You better start counting down your days because they're coming to an end."
"What was that all about?" Gwen asked Alistair as they watched Theresa walk away.
"You just mind your own business." Alistair replied angrily. He threw his cigar down into the ground. He had to find something that would keep Theresa from spilling his secrets and he needed to find it fast.