The red eyes in the corner were the constant lights of the VCR and TV from having a tape in the player. Rip swallowed her fear and ventured in once more. Breathing a sigh of relief, she touched her hand to her heart. Everything was covered with dust and grime. Rip grabbed her pistol off the table and left the tape. Stetson investigated the bedroom; he invaded her privacy and began to go through her personal things, medical files and etc.
"What the hell do you think that you're doing?"
"I'm learning about you." He replied.
"Why?" she asked.
"I want to." He replied.
"What makes you think I'd permit you to go through my personal things, like my medical records?"
"Do you have something to hide"?
"Perhaps I do." She snapped pulling the file from his hands and delivering a hard slap to his cheek.
"It's the baby isn't it?" Stetson said softly.
"Don't go there!"
"Alright I won't." he remarked. Rip turned to the closet, all that stood there was that dress. The Dress. It brought tears to her eyes.
"Something wrong?" Stetson asked.
"No, not at all." She replied, staring into the nothingness of the closet. Stetson wandered into the main room, and upon seeing the tape on top of the table, he inserted it into the VCR. The tape started out black and soon flashed to a white room, it appeared to be a hospital room. He could hear screaming while a doctor coached her to 'push'. He assumed that the man behind the camera was Hans. Suddenly the camera died and everything faded to black. Rip came up behind him.
"Why were you watching that?" she asked.
"You left it on the table that's why." He replied. The next thing he knew she was passed out on the floor.
END Chapter
Authors Note: I know I haven't updated this story very often, but as my profile briefly explains one of the characters in this story is very personal to me, and before Psycho Stalker creates even more lies, I'll tell you now that it is NOT Rip. The character "Stetson" is based off a person that holds a very special part of my heart, and I'm writing this story as a way of coping with his passing. I also have a very special ending planned out for this story. It's difficult for me to write this story either in a notebook or my computer without beginning to cry. Now, having said that, I will say that I'm sorry this chapter is so short. :/ I'll try and make up for it,
R.
