Chapter 2

A/N: Okay, Sorry it's taken me so long, I've been kind of busy. This story is going to be a little dark, sorry if I offend anyone. Aloso, this chapter is a little NC- 17, because it has alot of adult things mentioned, so read at your own risk. It it isn't that bad, but later it will be. Jess

Theresa drove home as fast as she could it was a quarter till 10, and she was already more than an hour late.

"Where have you been?", Ethan demanded as she walked in the door.

"Whitney, just came home and well Candela wanted me to tuck her in.", Theresa explained, quickly walking in from the chilly night air.

"Really?", Ethan asked. "You could have at least wrote a letter tell me where in the hell you were?"

"I did.", Theresa told him, walking over to the kitchen table. "You should look for one."

"Well, I wouldn't have to if, my wife didn't go off to my brother house every night, babysitting his brats.", Ethan screamed.

"They're not brats Ethan, Candela and Makita are pitiful kids.", Theresa told him.

"I happen to agree with you there, any kid who has Fox as a father…", Ethan began.

"Ethan, please, don't start. Fox is doing all he can for them.", Theresa told him.

"Oh, really poor Whitney works two jobs to support his sorry ass.", Ethan told her.

"Oh God, you are so insensitive. Fox has worked his ass off trying to get the Crane's out of financial debt. Alistair really crashed and burned this time.", Theresa told him.

"Theresa, when are you going to learn Fox is no good.", Ethan told her. "He used you in order to get to Whitney."

"Yeah, whatever.", Theresa told him, Ethan only knew half the story, and of course he saw it as Fox was the bad guy.

"Yeah, whatever. Theresa, if not for me Ethan Martin would still be with Rebecca and Julian.", Ethan told her. "Are you forgetting, I gave you and your son a home, you owe me."

"Yeah, I know.", Theresa mumbled. "I owe you so much."

"Don't you dare talk to me like that.", Ethan told her grabbing her wrist causing her to winch from the pain he cause her.

"Ethan, quit you're hurting me.", Theresa cried.

"Good, that seemed to be the only way for me to get through to you these days.", Ethan told her, mocking her. "Now, listen to me I want you to call Whitney tell her you quit you are my wife and I'll be damn if I'll let you work as there nanny."

"Ethan.", Theresa protested, before his hand came across her face knocking her to the ground.

Theresa lie there watching as he got up and got the phone. "Call her.", he screamed.

"Ethan.", Theresa began, before he kicked her back to the ground. "You bitch, I said call him.", Ethan growled.

Theresa slowly took the phone from him and called the number, he told her to. She dreaded this so much, she loved Candela and Makita, but most of all she loved their father, Fox. Fox meant everything to her, together they'd came up with this scam together, she was to play nanny to his kids in order to blind everyone including Ethan and Whitney from their affair.

"Hello.", She said in a mere whisper.

"Theresa, is this you?', Fox asked, he could hear the fear in her voice, he knew Ethan had did something to her.

"Yeah, Fox I can't…", Theresa began, before Ethan snatched the phone from her hand.

"Fox, little brother.", Ethan began.

"Ethan, what the hell kind of game are you playing?', Theresa asked him, he gave her no answer just a cold snarl as to say, you're playing by my rules now.

"Yeah, uh Theresa, can't make it till late tomorrow we've got a baby to make.", Ethan told him, his mood turning into a cocky arrogate like mood.

Theresa looked at him hard, she knew he was torching them both he knew Fox still cared for her.

"I understand.", Fox told him, then hung up, hurt and sad Theresa was sleeping with his brother still, it had been months since he lay a hand on Whitney, not since Theresa became there full time nanny.

Theresa glared at him.

"What, love? Something wrong?", Ethan asked in a mocking laugh.

"We aren't going to…", Theresa began.

"Oh yes we are, Theresa it's been so long.", Ethan told her kissing down her neck. " Don't you desire me no more?",

"Ethan quit?", Theresa told him trying to break from his grasp.

"No, Theresa, you're my wife and so far you've failed to do your wifely duties.", Ethan told her, undoing his paints.

"Ethan…", Theresa began.

"What, Theresa something wrong, you would happen to be fuckin' my brother again would you?", Ethan asked.

Theresa nodded her head no.

"You fuckin' lying whore, I saw you. What did you think I wouldn't find out? How stupid do you think I am, hun?", Ethan asked.

"Ethan…", Theresa asked, before being knocked to her knees.

"You're offal familiar with this position aren't you - you little bitch?', Ethan asked, grabbing her placing her mouth inches from his dick. "Suck me, you bitch. Suck it."

Theresa saw the hatred in his eyes. He was like a mad man. "You God Damn Bitch, suck me, get me off in your mouth, like the fuckin' bitch you are.", Ethan told her jerking her head up so her eyes meet his. "You bitch.", he screamed hitting her with his fist.

"Ethan, please don't…", Theresa told him as he jerked her head up taking one hand he forced her mouth on him. "I said suck me, like you do him."

Theresa did as she was told; he was way to strong for her to try to fight. She knew there would be consequences.

Ethan let out a moan as he exploded in her mouth, and smiled as she swallowed. "See wasn't so bad now was it?", he replied letting out a laugh.

"You son of a…", Theresa began.

Ethan laughed once more. "You're just so beautiful, especially when you swallow what I give you."

Theresa glared at him.

"He can't save you Theresa, no one can. Because, you are mine, sure he may fuck you all he wants, but the fact remains, you are my wife, my prisoner and you will do whatever I say.", Ethan told her. "Go ahead do him as much as you like, but remember I'm the only one who can help you, who can save you from this hell that you now call home. I'm you're God Theresa you answer to me.", Ethan snarled. "As does Ethan Martin, ever hear the sins of the father, well in this case it's the sins of the mother whatever you do he will be punished double for."

Theresa watched as he walked into Ethan Martin's room and closed the door.

'Oh, God what is he doing to my son?'

"Do it.", she heard him scream, then she watched Little Ethan walk out of his room and walk in the bathroom and empty the contents of his stomach into a bucket.

"There.", Ethan Martin whispered.

"Here, eat up.", Ethan told him, handing the boy the bucket.

The boy looked at him confused. "Swallow, this.", Ethan told him gesturing to the bucket.

Ethan Martin looked at him confused, before Ethan fist connected with his face. "Now, Eat the vomit.", he scream.

Ethan Martin did as he was told eating his own vomit, tears streaming down his eyes he looked at his mother with pleading eyes.

"Look at me Ethan Martin.", Ethan told him. "And repeat after me. A mother's sins are unforgiving."

Ethan Martin repeated after him.

"Now, run along, get, go to bed I don't want to hear a word from you, you hear me you little bastard.". Ethan told him, Theresa got up to follow her son.

"Where in the hell do you think you're going?', Ethan asked. Grabbing her wrist making her face him. "We aren't done yet."

Theresa just looked at him. "Remember what I told your lover? That we are making a baby tonight, well I didn't lie my pet we are.", Ethan told her jerking her to him.