Scenes From a Soap Opera

The Enemy of my Enemy

Phyllis walked up to Jack's front door in a hurry. Nick had texted to let her know that Summer was being released and she wanted to be with her daughter. The redhead banged on the door, not caring how obnoxious she was being.

"Hey Phyllis." An exhausted looking Kyle opened the door. "She's upstairs." He correctly knew that Phyllis wasn't here for him.

The redhead breezed right past her son-in-law without saying a word. Without knocking, she entered her daughter's bedroom to see Summer laying in bed. Their eyes met and Summer burst into tears.

"Let it out Supergirl, let it out." Phyllis comforted Summer, pulling her into a warm embrace. "I'm so sorry that you're suffering. I know the pain is from more than the fall."

Summer suddenly froze confusing Phyllis. The word fall had triggered something in her. She was too drugged up yesterday to remember, too raw; now her memory was clear. "I didn't fall." The young blonde whispered.

"What are you talking about Summer?" Phyllis asked despite already knowing the answer. The thought of Summer being pushed had entered her mind the moment she heard about her fall. Once she found out about the fight with Tara that thought became a belief.

"I was at the top of the stairs. Tara grabbed me to stop me." Summer explained in a faraway voice. She was clearly reliving that painful moment. "I told her to let me go and she smiled and said no problem." Her voice breaking on the last word.

"Then you fell." Phyllis finished, trying and failing to hide her anger.

"Then I fell." Summer confirmed, rage slowly rebuilding inside her. She shot up and jumped off the bed. Phyllis watched as her daughter started looking around the room. "Where is it?" She muttered, moving things out of her way.

"Um Summer? What are you doing?" Phyllis nervously asked. This behavior was starting to alarm her.

"When I was in Tara's room, I saw some papers that proved she forged Ashland's will. I shoved them into my bag. That's why Tara was chasing me, why she pushed me." Summer explained without breaking focus on her task. "I need to find that bag so I can end her scheme."

The rage that had been simmering in Phyllis had exploded like a volcano. That awful bitch Tara Locke had destroyed her daughter's life. She got off the bed to help Summer look. The two women spent what felt like hours looking for that bag. Finally, Summer found it; she took a deep breath and opened it to find nothing.

"It's gone. Tara obviously found it and we're never going to see it again." Summer sounded so defeated. "She killed my baby to save herself and she's going to get away with it." She sniffled, willing herself not to cry. She couldn't keep crying; it wasn't doing her any good.

Phyllis felt her heartbreak at the pure devastation in Summer's voice. Her desire for revenge also grew. Tara Locke was going down one way or another. She stayed in bed with her daughter until Summer fell asleep out of exhaustion. Kissing her forehead, Phyllis left Summer in the bed, slipped past a lounging Kyle downstairs and left; she knew where she had to go and she had to will herself to get there.

Phyllis took a deep breath and knocked on the door. She schooled her face into a steely mask as it slowly opened. Diane Jenkins stood on the other side looking very confused. "I need your help." The redhead stated brushing past her enemy to enter her room. "Tara Locke needs to pay for hurting our kids."

Diane narrowed her eyes, "What's the plan?"