Scenes From a Soap Opera

The War Has Just Begun

Kyle had informed his wife about Tara's return. To say that Summer was fuming was an understatement. Who did this bitch think that she was, coming for her son? Tara having access to Ashland's billions made her nervous though. With that much cash and nothing but time on her hands who knew what Tara was capable of? The first thing they had to do was to talk to Michael; they needed a strong lawyer to back them in the inevitable court case Tara would throw at them. It shouldn't be that hard to prove that Tara wasn't a fit mother.

Summer was also keeping an eye on Sally Spectra. That bitch had helped Tara the last time and she wouldn't be surprised if she were helping her again. She didn't trust that the heads up Sally gave her was out of the goodness of Sally's heart. The Marchetti creative director would love to prove that she was right that the redhead couldn't be trusted. People like her and her uncle never change Summer thought to herself as she entered Society. Summer was going to have lunch with her mother and Lauren today. The three women were going to discuss Marchetti, but Summer wouldn't be surprised if Diane came up.

Summer rolled her eyes as she sat down at a table, she was the first to arrive. The young executive was checking her phone when she heard footsteps approaching her table. She looked up expecting to see her mother or Lauren but was stunned to see a smirking Tara Locke looking down at her.

"Hello Summer. Long time no see." Tara quipped as she sat down across from Summer. Summer glared as Tara smirked smugly at her.

"I could have gone my entire life without ever seeing you again and it will still be too soon" Summer replied in a snarky tone. If looks could kill both women would be dead. "Hurry up and tell your lies. I have a lunch meeting that I need to prepare for."

"How is the job that Sally got you going? Are you loving it?"

"My job is fine. Like I said, I have a meeting so get to the point."

Tara let out an annoyed huff, "Kill joy. Fine, I will get straight to the point. I assume Kyle told you about our little chat at Jabot." Summer nodded, growing more frustrated by Tara by the minute. "I'm here to give you a chance to do the right thing." Summer raised an eyebrow at this; her version and Tara's version of the right thing were very different. "Convince Kyle to give me sole custody of Harrison. I will take him, leave town and neither of you ever have to see me again."

Summer scoffed, there was no way in hell that would ever happen. "Hell, no. You will never get sole custody of Harrison. He is happy with us; he deserves better than you. I promised Harrison that I would protect him from any danger, and nothing is more dangerous than you. You are not getting your hands on my son."

"He is my son! Not yours." Tara screamed. "You want a kid so badly, get Kyle to knock you up. Unless he can't. He can't, can he? I mean it makes sense that your womb is a hostile environment, everything about you is hostile." Summer threw her water in Tara's face, that comment stung. She had been trying to get pregnant and it wasn't happening. Tara couldn't know that could she?

Tara grinned mischievously as she wiped the water off her face. "Oh, I hit a nerve, didn't I? Little miss perfect can't have it all, after all?" Summer wanted to smack the smug grin off Tara Locke's face. "I'm going to get going. Think about what I said, this offer will not last forever." Tara got up from the table and waved goodbye to Summer, shouting that she will talk to her soon. Summer glowered at the table; this bitch was going to pay. She whipped out her phone to call Kyle. They needed to re-figure their strategy; Tara Locke would take Harrison over her dead body.