Hi everyone, sorry I haven't updated my story. I've had huge writer's block and school. I'm going to add a few more chapters as the weeks go by. The amount of chapters depends on reviews I receive on this story. I'm hoping between 5-10 reviews before I send out my next chapter. Thanks everyone.

As everyone knows… I don't own Passions.. if I did… the storyline would be a lot better.

Chapter 1

Theresa's POV

As I walked out of the bathroom I saw that Whitney was gone and my door was closed. I slowly got dressed, putting on a soft lavender sweater, blue jeans, and white sneakers, tying my hair back loosely. I sat on my bed and picked up the picture of my son and me on Mother's Day. Smiling as I remember the present he gave me, a card he made me with his own little hands.

"How am I going to get you back in my arms, my sweet little boy?" running my fingers over the picture. You know what, I'm going to take a walk and think about what I need to do to get you back.

She put the frame back and walked over to her closet. She slipped on her coat, gloves and hat, grabbed her purse and headed down the stairs quietly. As she stepped down the stairs, she saw her mother and Whitney in conversation. Her mother looked up at her and she smiled.

"Mija?" Pilar looked up at her eldest daughter, not believing what she was seeing.

"Mama" I smiled.

Pilar rushed over to Theresa, hugging her tightly.

"Oh, Mija, I didn't think I'd ever see you out of that bed, or even smiling." Pilar cried, pulling away and kissing her daughter's forehead.

"Neither did I Mama, neither did I, but now I need to go. I need some fresh air. Like you said, I haven't been out of my room in days."

"Ok Mija, but would you eat something before you go."

"Ok Mama, I'll have some hot chocolate and toast."

"Coming up" Pilar smiled; glad to have her Theresa back.

After finishing breakfast, I walked out of the house and headed down a secret path that led down to the beach. I haven't been down this way since father disappeared all those years ago. Stepping onto the sand and walking down towards the water, going towards a large flat rock, and sitting on it Indian style as I looked out at the water. I wonder what my father would think if he saw what has become of me. Closing my eyes and thinking about everything that has happened since I last saw him. After a few minutes, I opened my eyes and looked up towards the sky. He wouldn't be proud of me. I've done so much wrong and told so many lies and what do I have to show for it, nothing. I have no job, no husband, no education, and I've lost my only son to my worst enemies. I've disappointed my family, and got them blacklisted where they can't find jobs. I plotted to get Ethan, yet I still never got him and hurt many people in the process. I can see why he turned on me, but at the same time why would he tell me he loved me and would have proposed to me if Gwen hadn't been pregnant. You know what, I'm tired of him telling me he loves me, but picking Gwen instead. I'm tired of Rebecca insulting my family, my heritage, and my son. I'm tired of all of them treating me like I'm nothing. I am Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald and I promise not just to the heavens, but to myself that I will not only get my son back, but right the wrongs I have done and make something of myself that my family could be proud of, especially my son.

I look down at my watch and see that I had been out here for almost two hours. I head back up the path and back home for lunch, thoughts of my promise running through my head.