| "Damn it, stop fighting," he said, his voice deadly. Theresa just stared at him. "Look, I don�t want you here, and I�m not afraid to kick your lame ass out of here," she all but yelled. She walked over to the door and waited for him. "You think I"m leaving, while..." He was cut off when a little voice spoke from behind him. He turned around and there was a little boy. "Hi there kiddo." "Mommy, who is this man?" Justin asked. "Just some guy sweetie. Go back to bed, okay?" "Yes Mommy." "Goodnight, son." Alex called out. Justin just gave him an odd look and walked back to his room. "You son of a bitch," she yelled as she slapped him. "You bitch. Don�t ever hit me again," he told her, slapping her back. She just punched him and as he looked at her. There was a look of pure hatred. He quickly walked over to her and pushed her. She hit against the wall and one of the picture frames rammed into her back. She screamed as it punctured her skin, but that didn�t stop Alex. He grabbed her by the hair and threw her against the table. The edge cut her arm. She glanced down and saw the blood coming. She tried to stand up, but felt something wet on her back. She reached behind her and brought her hand to her face. She saw the blood and then glanced at Alex. He was walking towards her again. He then, grabbed her by the hair again and punched her. She fell on the floor, in pain. She tried to get up, but her back was killing her. She then heard the front door open and saw Nick and Brian holding Alex. Howie walked into the room and quickly walked over to him. "So you like hitting women? Big mistake to hit her. She�s got friends in high places, and you should be thanking your lucky stars if she doesn�t sue your ass off." "And why the fuck should you care?" "Cause I do. Anyway, the cops are here. Bye." D walked to the door with Brian, Alex, and Nick behind him. Kevin walked over to Theresa and helped her up off of the floor. "Are you okay?" "Just a few cuts, but I�ll be fine." "Sure. Look, I�m going to go get your first aid kit. You are really bleeding." She watched Kevin walk upstairs and sighed. This last week was the shits. First, Howie and her break up, pulling doubles at work, and now this shit with Alex. "You okay?" Howie asked as he walked back into the house. "I�ll live," she whispered. Theresa closed her eyes, wishing she could just go to bed. She needed to cry herself to sleep. After all, that�s what she had been doing this whole past week. "Don�t close your eyes. It�s not good for you," he said, sitting in front of her. She opened her eyes and just glanced at him. She smiled a little as she looked him over. "What?" he asked. "I�ve never seen you in sweats," she replied softly. He smiled, too. "True," he said. At that moment Kevin came back. "Okay D, since your here, can you tend to her wounds?" "I suppose why?" "She has to take her shirt off, and since you�ve seen her like that already..." He trailed off. "Fine. Where�s the kit?" "In her room. We�ll be back later, okay?" Kevin asked Theresa. She just nodded her head. She heard the front door close and she sighed to herself. "Come on. Let me see your battle scars," Howie said as he lifted her up in his arms. He walked her up to her room and gently placed her on the bed. He slowly took off her blouse, and just gazed into her eyes. "Can you, um, lay down on, um, your, um stomach?" He asked. She smiled and did as he asked. He sucked in a breath as he saw the blood on her back. He got some medicine, and quickly tended the wound. She clutched her pillow as the stinging came. She felt him press his lips against her back. She felt the tears rolling down her cheeks as she remembered the feel of his lips against hers. She felt him move his hands to her arm as he treated that wound. She felt him placed his lips there as well. "Was that all?" "I believe so." She rolled onto her back and sat up against her pillows. "Howie, thank you," she whispered, looking at her hands. "You�re welcome. Look Theresa. I know that this is hard for the both of us, but, God, I don�t know. It�s going to take time for me to trust you..." "Wait just a fucking minute, D. How about me trusting you?" "What do you mean?" "I found out that you knew, yet you said nothing. Then, at the mall you blew it totally out of proportion. Why?" "Well, you see..." "Forget it Howie. Just go. I thank you for your help, but please just go." She laid down and rolled back onto her stomach. She heard him get off of the bed and the door open and close. She then heard him talking to someone downstairs. Soon after that, the house fell silent. "Well, I�m glad you called them sweetie. Mommy could have been really hurt," Megan said over the phone. "I know Aunt Megan," Justin said. "Is Mommy still asleep sweetie?" "Yeah. Should we let her sleep?" "Yes, Justin. Please do. I�ll be home later, okay?" "Okay, Aunt Megan. Bye." "Bye." She hung up the phone and walked back into the kitchen. "Hey baby," she said, lightly kissing AJ. "Mmm, hi. So, what happened?" Megan leaned against the counter and told him what happened and how Justin had called Nick and told him something bad was happening to his mommy. "Man, he truly is a smart lad. Theresa must be proud of him." "She is. Did D know about the kids?" Megan asked. "Well, umm, yeah he did." "So he was being a jack ass for no reason?" "Megan, don�t get involved with their problems, please." "I can�t help it. Theresa is like a sister, AJ. I don�t like her feeling like shit." "I know, I know. Yes, D was a jack ass, why? I�m not sure." "God, as long as he doesn�t hurt her anymore than he already has," she replied. "True. Hey, look Meg. The VMA�s are coming up and I need a date. I was wondering if my lady would like to go with me." "I would love to go, AJ. Wow, the VMA�s. I finally get to go, and with you. What will I wear?" "Hmm, I don�t know. Maybe we should go on a shopping spree." "I love your way of thinking," Megan said, giving him a hug. |
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