Unknown Passions: Fan Fiction
Anger and a Knife
"Damn you Gwen...Damn you straight to hell!" Theresa raced into her state room, slinging her coat onto the couch. She swiftly sat down, her bangs flopping over her eyes. "I know you caused this Gwen...how dare you to lie and tell Ethan I intentionaly did it and you oh so happened to over hear it! I fell, and Fox caught me, end of story!"
"Woaaah now," Fox said, standing behind a tray as he poured some wine, gazing at Theresa. "Aren't with the little ferocious Tiger?"
"FEROCIOUS?!" Theresa yelled, hopping up off the couch, looking at Fox in a almost angry fashion. "I'm more than ferocious, I'M MAD AS HELL! Gwen is going to pay!"
"Right..." Fox said, looking at her cracking a broad grin across his face, "Well, you...ummm...work this anger out of yourself while I go mingle with the rich folks in the smoking lounge." Fox quitely grabbed his over coat and hat, put them on, then, peering back at Theresa, breathed and said to himself, "Woah. Nice one." as he walked out the door.
Theresa sat there on the couch, the anger building inside of her, as she sipped a glass of wine.
"Mrs. Crane?" Phyliss said, walking in from the promenade deck, "Would you like something?"
"Yes Phyliss," Theresa said finally, "I'm hungry, could you bring me a knife and a apple?"
"Yes Mrs. Crane."
Phyliss returned a minute later with a shiny green apple and a sharp, long knife. She promptly handed it to Theresa, returning a "Your welcome." As Theresa thanked her.
Theresa then sliced the apple, and crunching into it, thought to herself, "Gwen, if I see you tonight and I have this knife...you'd better be careful."
Knock-knock-knock. No less that five seconds later a pounding came on the door.
"Shall I get that Mrs. Crane?" Phyliss said, as she finished dusting the room.
"No Phyliss," Theresa replied, "Could you please go make the beds and I'll get it?"
"Yes ma'am."
Theresa headed to the door, setting the apple down, but keeping the knife in hand as she licked her fingers clean. She opened the door.
"What the hell are you doing here Gwen?" Theresa yelled, clutching the knife harder, squeezing it.
