Love Began with the First Meeting

"Becky, Mark's just a kid!" he spat through his gritted teeth. His hands were still clenched so much that they were already turning white as if he was going to break his hands any minute now. His face was twisted in anger. "He's just a kid!" he bellowed.

Becky was surprised at the mention of Mark—until she realized what was going on. She wasn't scared anymore—she was just angry now. What does he have to do with me?" she demanded.

"Hmph!" Eric snorted. "Becky, can you really tell me honestly that you have nothing to do with what happened to Mark today?"

Becky lost it. Eric had some nerve to come here and accuse her. She could finally breathe now that her secret was still safe. She pushed him hard and glared at him, "Eric, don't you ever come here to talk about Addison again!" she snapped. "Did you just really come here to rub it in? You and Brian, both of you! You two treated me like a princess when you loved me. And you two both just stood up and left. So now you think you can just come in here and say whatever you want to me?"

However, to Eric's eyes, Becky was just being a really good actress and was just using her anger to cover up what she'd done.

"Becky, I really didn't think you'd stoop this low. I didn't think you were that evil." Eric's eyes were filled with disappointment. Even though he pursued Becky before, he never really loved her—he just did that to compete with Brian. Nonetheless, they grew up together and that meant something to him. She used to be such a lovely girl—proud and stubborn but lovely still. How had she turned into the woman that she was now?

Becky was furious. Eric's cold eyes just made her even more angry. She shouted, "Eric, I don't care what you think of me! But has either of you ever even thought about me while you were all caught up with that bitch Molly?" She pushed him again but Eric was too strong for her. She scowled at him and continued, "Molly's a bitch! Her mom was a bitch too! Stealing husbands from every woman she knew! Now that's what Molly does too! She's nothing but a-"

Slap!

with the loud sound. The slap was so hard that her head tilted; Becky could taste the blood in her mouth; her face was burning. She didn't move. She was feeling the

beautiful eyes. She turned her head slowly and looked at Eric resentfully. No one had ever laid a finger on her throughout her whole life. And just now, Eric had slapped her across the face and it was all because of Molly—that bitch. Huh! Who did he

Molly. 'Wow, Eric, so this is just what I am to you now. So what am I waiting for? Why should I still care about all those years together? Remember, you made me! You did this to me!' she

warned, her lips quivering. All this for that bitch Molly. That night, Becky swore that she would make all of them pay for what they made her

to the anger that was in Becky's eyes. Instead, he just said coolly, "You better! Don't you ever bring Molly into this again or I'm afraid I'm going to have Rory deported out

know what you're talking about," Becky said simply. She was fuming—her chest was heaving with anger, breathing in and out as her silk nightgown danced along with it. She raised her voice and spat,

to block it with her arm. Her wrist was starting to redden as she blocked Eric's hand. "How dare you hit

wanting to give you a chance and if I find out

door and leave but he stopped as a knowing smile appeared on his face. He turned his head back a little, looked at Becky, and spoke slowly, "It's funny, Becky, you hate Molly so much but you seem to have forgotten that your eyes are hers. I think you're pretty happy being able to see right now. So

left without so much as a pause, slamming the