Chapter 4
A/N: This Chapter is kind of dark
Theresa walked in trying her best not to make a noise; the last thing she wanted was to wake her husband- Ethan.
"Shh.", Theresa whispered to her son, helping him remove his jacket.
"Go to your room.", Theresa told him. "Good Night."
"Good Night, Mommy.", Little Ethan whispered kissing his mother on the cheek.
"Where have you been?", Ethan yelled from the bedroom, she knew it would only be minutes before he would surface.
"Hurry, go to bed.", Theresa told him. "And, do not open your door for daddy, okay.", she advised, she wouldn't let Ethan hurt him again.
She watched as he went to his room and locked the door behind him, he was safe. Safe from all harm, from Ethan.
"Theresa?", Ethan asked, causing her to jump. "Where have you been?", he demanded.
"Out.", Theresa told him simply.
"Out? What kind of reply is that?", Ethan asked.
"I wrote you a letter, what else do you want from me?", Theresa asked.
"Don't you dare take that tone with me.", Ethan told her. "Didn't you learn a damn thing earlier?", Theresa simply nodded.
"Apparently not.", Ethan hissed. "You're still meeting your lover.", Theresa remained quiet. "Theresa, you've got the guts you called him while still in bed with me."
"Fox is my employer, I have the right to…", Theresa began, before his connected with her face.
"You haven't got the right got fk him, he's got a wife that's her place.", Ethan hissed.
Ethan Martin lay in bed hearing his parents argue for what seemed like the hundredth billionth time, every night it was the same. His father would cuss his mother, throw things. Neither of his parents were ever happy.
"Apparently you've got rocks for brains. Didn't you learn anything from Ethan Martin's incident earlier?", Ethan asked her, hitting her to the floor. "I don't love you or your bastard. It doesn't hurt me one bit to hurt him or kill him."
"You are heartless.", Theresa spat.
"It's not my fault. Theresa, you have brought this on yourself and your son as well.", Ethan told her. "A mother's sin are unforgettable and will not go unpunished."
"Ethan, he's just a kid.", Theresa told him.
"Your kid. Your bastard son. Theresa, he will pay for your crimes.", Ethan told her. "Tell, me Theresa did you fk him in front of your son or did you send Ethan Martin away while you nailed his half brother on the grass?"
Theresa didn't speak, it wouldn't do her much good Ethan was going to what he wanted to do to her anyways.
"You fking whore.", Ethan exclaimed, kicking her in the stomach. "Answer me."
Theresa let out a groan, he was hurting her. Ethan looked down at her with a mocking laugh.
"You gosh damn Bitch.", Ethan told her then, began to punch her in the face till she was almost unconscious.
"He can't help you.", Ethan hissed. "I'm your owner. You're the only one who can stop this."
Then she watched as Ethan went over to her son's room and banged non-stop on his door then when Little Ethan refused to open it, he kicked it in.
"You gosh damn son of a bitch.", Ethan exclaimed, grabbing the boy up from the bed and punching him in the face.
Ethan laughed when the tears began to fall from the boy's eye. "Real mean don't cry.", he hissed, hitting the child again.
Theresa lay there motionless and watch as Ethan hitting her son multiple times and order him around.
"Get up off the floor and take this like a man, you stupid bastard.", Ethan told him, Theresa lie there watching as the boy got to his feet only to be knocked down again.
"Ethan, enough.", Theresa screamed. "You're going to kill him."
"Does that mean you're giving up on Fox?", Ethan stepping away from the boy.
"Yeah.", Theresa replied.
"Good.", Ethan replied, walking over to her. "If you don't, he'll pay.", Ethan told her walking off to the bedroom.
"Ethan, are you okay?", Theresa asked her son, who was in tears.
"Yeah, I'm fine.", Little Ethan, told her getting up from the floor.
"Oh My God.", Theresa exclaimed, noticing her son was bleeding.
"Ethan come on we're leaving. I'm taking you to the doctor.", Theresa told him.
"No you won't.", Ethan told her, grabbing her wrist tightly.
"He'll be fine.", Ethan told her. "Theresa, you baby him to damn much."
"No, I don't Ethan, you almost killed him.", Theresa told her husband.
"And, whose fault is that Theresa?", Ethan asked. "Yours, you went to your lover know damn well that I meant business. Ethan Martin will pay for your sins. " Ethan Martin simply looked at his step-father. "A mother's sins are unforgiving.", Ethan told the boy and watched as Ethan Martin repeated what he heard.
Fox walked in, he'd walked the road like a lost stray. He'd been thinking over his and Theresa's newest scheme.
He and Theresa would have a baby soon if all went accord. He'd dreamed so many of having a family with her of watching there daughter or son grow. Not that he didn't love his two daughters, because he did very much. Candela was his baby girl, who could do no wrong, as was Makita. Candela would be going off to boarding school soon, he didn't want her to go, but decided to give into Whitney's request and send his daughter away. He wasn't going to be like his father he'd call her three times a day and she wouldn't get money for her birthday and for the holidays like he had, she would be home with him. No he wasn't going to treat Candela like Whitney did. She was special, she was his flesh and blood. Sighing he crept into his daughter's bedroom and watch her sleep. She was so beautiful, she didn't have any of his features, but Theresa had told him many times that his daughter was just like him, stubborn as hell, but she wasn't the nuisance that Whitney acted like she was. Yeah, she was spoiled rotten but, she didn't act like she owed the world as Whitney had often said she did.
"Uh.", Candela groaned, stirring from her sleep.
"Daddy?", the little girl asked, squinting her eyes in order to see in the dark.
"Candela, yeah it's me.", Fox told her, then watched as she lie back down.
"Daddy, I can't sleep.", Candela told him.
"Do you want me to stay with you?", Fox asked her, then watched as Candela scooted over giving him room to lay beside her.
"When do I leave?", Candela asked, simply.
"After summer is over.", Fox told her.
"I bet you can't wait to have some spare time?", Candela told him, acting like she was excited when the truth was she was scared and didn't want to go.
"No, actually. I love having you around.", Fox told her
"Don't lie. I'm a big girl I can handle the truth.", Candela told him.
"I mean it pumpkin, I want you around.", Fox told her. "I love you, no matter what always remember that."
"Mommy doesn't.", Candela told him.
"Mommy is just stressed out right now.", Fox lied, the truth was he didn't have the slightest clue why Whitney didn't treat her own daughter like yesterday's garbage.
"I guess, but when I leave mommy will have one less thing to worry about, as will you.", Candela told him.
"No, baby I will worry my heart out over you.", Fox told her.
"Don't worry it'll be fun, just like summer camp.", Candela told him.
Fox laughed. "You looking forward to that aren't you?"
"Yeah, are you and Theresa still going to volunteer?", Candela asked.
"Yeah, we promised and besides Ethan Martin will be going to.", Fox told her.
"Yeah, I love my uncle he's so cool.", Candela told him.
"Well, why don't you try to get some rest now.", Fox suggested. "We'll talk in the morning."
"Okay, daddy.", Candela told him, smiling up at him then hugging him tightly. "Good night."
"Good night.", Fox replied, turning to see Whitney in the doorway.
"Whitney?", Fox asked.
"Fox, can we talk?", Whitney asked.
"Okay, sure.", Fox replied, following her out into the living room.
"What do you think your doing?", Whitney asked.
"Spending time with my daughter, our daughter.", Fox told her.
"Fox, I told her that you wouldn't going to volunteer for camp.", Whitney told him.
"Whit, I promised her.", Fox told her.
"So?", Whitney questioned. "Tell her a lie. Tell her you've got more important things to do."
"No.", Fox told her. 'More important things? What in the hell could be more important than your own daughter?'
"Come on Fox. I was hoping that while she's gone we could reheat the fire between us?", Whitney told him. "You know take some time for us."
"No, Whit, my daughter wants me to go.", Fox told her.
"What does it matter what she wants. She'll go there and forget all about your stupid promise.", Whitney told him.
"No, Whitney I'm already sending her 4 thousand miles a way to boarding school, the least I could do is spend two mislay weeks with her at camp.", Fox told her.
"Fox come on, you don't have to go Theresa will be there she'll take care her.", Whitney told him.
"No, Whit, I'm going. Candela is looking forward to this.", Fox told her.
"Fine, I'll call Chad. Tell him that I'll be able to make it after all.", Whitney told him.
"Okay.", Fox told her. "I'm going to bed."
"Fine.", Whitney told him, walking over to the phone and picking it up.
A/N 2: Okay, so tell me what do you think?
A/N: This Chapter is kind of dark
Theresa walked in trying her best not to make a noise; the last thing she wanted was to wake her husband- Ethan.
"Shh.", Theresa whispered to her son, helping him remove his jacket.
"Go to your room.", Theresa told him. "Good Night."
"Good Night, Mommy.", Little Ethan whispered kissing his mother on the cheek.
"Where have you been?", Ethan yelled from the bedroom, she knew it would only be minutes before he would surface.
"Hurry, go to bed.", Theresa told him. "And, do not open your door for daddy, okay.", she advised, she wouldn't let Ethan hurt him again.
She watched as he went to his room and locked the door behind him, he was safe. Safe from all harm, from Ethan.
"Theresa?", Ethan asked, causing her to jump. "Where have you been?", he demanded.
"Out.", Theresa told him simply.
"Out? What kind of reply is that?", Ethan asked.
"I wrote you a letter, what else do you want from me?", Theresa asked.
"Don't you dare take that tone with me.", Ethan told her. "Didn't you learn a damn thing earlier?", Theresa simply nodded.
"Apparently not.", Ethan hissed. "You're still meeting your lover.", Theresa remained quiet. "Theresa, you've got the guts you called him while still in bed with me."
"Fox is my employer, I have the right to…", Theresa began, before his connected with her face.
"You haven't got the right got fk him, he's got a wife that's her place.", Ethan hissed.
Ethan Martin lay in bed hearing his parents argue for what seemed like the hundredth billionth time, every night it was the same. His father would cuss his mother, throw things. Neither of his parents were ever happy.
"Apparently you've got rocks for brains. Didn't you learn anything from Ethan Martin's incident earlier?", Ethan asked her, hitting her to the floor. "I don't love you or your bastard. It doesn't hurt me one bit to hurt him or kill him."
"You are heartless.", Theresa spat.
"It's not my fault. Theresa, you have brought this on yourself and your son as well.", Ethan told her. "A mother's sin are unforgettable and will not go unpunished."
"Ethan, he's just a kid.", Theresa told him.
"Your kid. Your bastard son. Theresa, he will pay for your crimes.", Ethan told her. "Tell, me Theresa did you fk him in front of your son or did you send Ethan Martin away while you nailed his half brother on the grass?"
Theresa didn't speak, it wouldn't do her much good Ethan was going to what he wanted to do to her anyways.
"You fking whore.", Ethan exclaimed, kicking her in the stomach. "Answer me."
Theresa let out a groan, he was hurting her. Ethan looked down at her with a mocking laugh.
"You gosh damn Bitch.", Ethan told her then, began to punch her in the face till she was almost unconscious.
"He can't help you.", Ethan hissed. "I'm your owner. You're the only one who can stop this."
Then she watched as Ethan went over to her son's room and banged non-stop on his door then when Little Ethan refused to open it, he kicked it in.
"You gosh damn son of a bitch.", Ethan exclaimed, grabbing the boy up from the bed and punching him in the face.
Ethan laughed when the tears began to fall from the boy's eye. "Real mean don't cry.", he hissed, hitting the child again.
Theresa lay there motionless and watch as Ethan hitting her son multiple times and order him around.
"Get up off the floor and take this like a man, you stupid bastard.", Ethan told him, Theresa lie there watching as the boy got to his feet only to be knocked down again.
"Ethan, enough.", Theresa screamed. "You're going to kill him."
"Does that mean you're giving up on Fox?", Ethan stepping away from the boy.
"Yeah.", Theresa replied.
"Good.", Ethan replied, walking over to her. "If you don't, he'll pay.", Ethan told her walking off to the bedroom.
"Ethan, are you okay?", Theresa asked her son, who was in tears.
"Yeah, I'm fine.", Little Ethan, told her getting up from the floor.
"Oh My God.", Theresa exclaimed, noticing her son was bleeding.
"Ethan come on we're leaving. I'm taking you to the doctor.", Theresa told him.
"No you won't.", Ethan told her, grabbing her wrist tightly.
"He'll be fine.", Ethan told her. "Theresa, you baby him to damn much."
"No, I don't Ethan, you almost killed him.", Theresa told her husband.
"And, whose fault is that Theresa?", Ethan asked. "Yours, you went to your lover know damn well that I meant business. Ethan Martin will pay for your sins. " Ethan Martin simply looked at his step-father. "A mother's sins are unforgiving.", Ethan told the boy and watched as Ethan Martin repeated what he heard.
Fox walked in, he'd walked the road like a lost stray. He'd been thinking over his and Theresa's newest scheme.
He and Theresa would have a baby soon if all went accord. He'd dreamed so many of having a family with her of watching there daughter or son grow. Not that he didn't love his two daughters, because he did very much. Candela was his baby girl, who could do no wrong, as was Makita. Candela would be going off to boarding school soon, he didn't want her to go, but decided to give into Whitney's request and send his daughter away. He wasn't going to be like his father he'd call her three times a day and she wouldn't get money for her birthday and for the holidays like he had, she would be home with him. No he wasn't going to treat Candela like Whitney did. She was special, she was his flesh and blood. Sighing he crept into his daughter's bedroom and watch her sleep. She was so beautiful, she didn't have any of his features, but Theresa had told him many times that his daughter was just like him, stubborn as hell, but she wasn't the nuisance that Whitney acted like she was. Yeah, she was spoiled rotten but, she didn't act like she owed the world as Whitney had often said she did.
"Uh.", Candela groaned, stirring from her sleep.
"Daddy?", the little girl asked, squinting her eyes in order to see in the dark.
"Candela, yeah it's me.", Fox told her, then watched as she lie back down.
"Daddy, I can't sleep.", Candela told him.
"Do you want me to stay with you?", Fox asked her, then watched as Candela scooted over giving him room to lay beside her.
"When do I leave?", Candela asked, simply.
"After summer is over.", Fox told her.
"I bet you can't wait to have some spare time?", Candela told him, acting like she was excited when the truth was she was scared and didn't want to go.
"No, actually. I love having you around.", Fox told her
"Don't lie. I'm a big girl I can handle the truth.", Candela told him.
"I mean it pumpkin, I want you around.", Fox told her. "I love you, no matter what always remember that."
"Mommy doesn't.", Candela told him.
"Mommy is just stressed out right now.", Fox lied, the truth was he didn't have the slightest clue why Whitney didn't treat her own daughter like yesterday's garbage.
"I guess, but when I leave mommy will have one less thing to worry about, as will you.", Candela told him.
"No, baby I will worry my heart out over you.", Fox told her.
"Don't worry it'll be fun, just like summer camp.", Candela told him.
Fox laughed. "You looking forward to that aren't you?"
"Yeah, are you and Theresa still going to volunteer?", Candela asked.
"Yeah, we promised and besides Ethan Martin will be going to.", Fox told her.
"Yeah, I love my uncle he's so cool.", Candela told him.
"Well, why don't you try to get some rest now.", Fox suggested. "We'll talk in the morning."
"Okay, daddy.", Candela told him, smiling up at him then hugging him tightly. "Good night."
"Good night.", Fox replied, turning to see Whitney in the doorway.
"Whitney?", Fox asked.
"Fox, can we talk?", Whitney asked.
"Okay, sure.", Fox replied, following her out into the living room.
"What do you think your doing?", Whitney asked.
"Spending time with my daughter, our daughter.", Fox told her.
"Fox, I told her that you wouldn't going to volunteer for camp.", Whitney told him.
"Whit, I promised her.", Fox told her.
"So?", Whitney questioned. "Tell her a lie. Tell her you've got more important things to do."
"No.", Fox told her. 'More important things? What in the hell could be more important than your own daughter?'
"Come on Fox. I was hoping that while she's gone we could reheat the fire between us?", Whitney told him. "You know take some time for us."
"No, Whit, my daughter wants me to go.", Fox told her.
"What does it matter what she wants. She'll go there and forget all about your stupid promise.", Whitney told him.
"No, Whitney I'm already sending her 4 thousand miles a way to boarding school, the least I could do is spend two mislay weeks with her at camp.", Fox told her.
"Fox come on, you don't have to go Theresa will be there she'll take care her.", Whitney told him.
"No, Whit, I'm going. Candela is looking forward to this.", Fox told her.
"Fine, I'll call Chad. Tell him that I'll be able to make it after all.", Whitney told him.
"Okay.", Fox told her. "I'm going to bed."
"Fine.", Whitney told him, walking over to the phone and picking it up.
A/N 2: Okay, so tell me what do you think?