Teresa Ortiz slowly opened her eyes because she had an urgent need to go to the toilet and let her eyes scan the dark room for a moment.
Let her feel the soft mattress and enjoy the warm naked male body she was half lying on.
She didn't want to think about what this night really meant for her future life.
She still persuades herself to be one of the good guys, one of the loyal and fair ones, although the woman who actually belonged to the man below was on a weekend trip with friends and was a suicide patient, so she is still at the moment needed more attention and love from her husband than any other woman.
Yes, she Teresa Ortiz knew about Kelly Stevens diagnosis and still let her gave in for her feeling to Joel Stevens.
She wasn't any better than all of those whores who ran around in Los Angeles by night either. Only that she had a little pit more education.
"Don't go Tere ..." she heard the sleepy murmur of Joel, which immediately made her heart beat faster and made her chest swell with love for the policeman.
"I just have to go to the toilet for a moment, I'll be back Joel," Teresa whispered while chuckling rolling her eyes, almost tenderly against his lips before she closed them completely with his and allowed the kiss to intensify slowly and passionately with every second.
"Come on ... get out of bed already!," the most perfect man on earth whispered in love in Teresa's ear as the kiss got longer and longer, deeper and more passionate and pushed her slightly away to underline his statement.
"Tell me how, when you make it so irresistible!"She complained more jokingly than seriously and then swung herself fully naked out of bed, while looking back at him with the most beautiful grin Joel had ever seen.
" If you don't want me all over you all the time... than you have to stop being that beautiful!" he rasps as he propped himself up on his elbows to follow her vision who was enlightened by the moonlight, so that he could see every inch of her body and wondered again how a woman could be that beautiful and sexy.
She flashed a smirk in his direction, before she continued on the way to the bathroom also naked, believing that they were the only ones in the house and no clue of it had what she would expect right away.
Slightly she turned the doorknob of the bathroom and was more than just irritated when she realized that it was locked and believed first that it was an illusion, but was proved wrong, when she pressed the knob stronger and nothing happened, while panic rose in her as she thought of the only person who could be in the house despite her and Joel at this time of day, his wife Kelly, who was supposed to be on a weekend trip.
Slightly hesitantly she knocked on the Bathroom door again, when and waited for the answer which never came.
"Mrs. Stevens are you in there?... Everything OK? Can you hear me? Mrs. Stevens? "Teresa finally raised her voice after a short period of inhibition to come out at all and was already looking for a solution to open the door, which she found in turning the door lock from the outside with her hand.
She did it, because if she had realized something in her long years of service as a paramedic, it was that silence was never a good sign.
And certainly not from a suicide patient behind a locked bathroom.
"If you hear my voice please answer Mrs. Stevens." She continued to speak to the door, in which she suspected the woman of her "one night stand or more" and tried to convince herself that there was no reason to suspect the worst.
Her brain though was fully aware that it was too late to hide her person.
"Mrs. Stevens ... I, Teresa Ortiz, am coming into the bathroom now!" she announced and was suddenly in total duty mode when she pushed the door open, thanking Joel again that he had made it easy to open key doors in this house.
"Joder ..." she gasped in total horror as she became aware of the red water in the bathtub and and hurried to it, only to let the picture in front of her confirm her worst fears, when she tried to get the pulse that was almost non-existent anymore and tapped straight into a heavily bleeding cut wound that was obviously caused trough a razor knife.
"Joel ... Joel ... don't you dare to give up now, Mrs. Stevens ... Joel ... Joel damn it I need your help! Hey ... stay with me Mrs.! Joel wake up! "she continued to persuade Mrs. Stevens as she lifted Kelly out of the water and at the same time called for the sleeping man in the next room with full force.
"Tere, what is it? Why are you waking me up ... oh holy crap! Why is she doing this?" Joel exclaimed, desperate, scared and more than shocked while he first looked at his wife and then at the woman who tried to save her who was the woman he fell in love with.
"Get the first aid kit you have at home and call the ambulance. I can't take care of Kelly here. She has to go to the hospital. Hurry, we don't have time!" Teresa ordered over Joel's frozen body and knelt again over his wife, who was already delirious, trying to tie up the cut she had inflicted on herself with a towel, in order to stop the bleeding until Joel came back with the first aid kit.
"Here ..." she realized a far too soft, far too gentle and above all for her taste and the given situation now, much too sexy deep voice so that she closed her eyes for a moment and didn't force herself to think that this voice had whispered in her ear, hours ago, asking how she could be so beautiful over and over again and had moarned "Tere. ... oh god Tere " countless times against her lips while spilling his release deep inside her.
"Why is she doing this ... oh god Kelly ... damn why?" the little Italian /Puerto Rican heard the same voice after she had called for the rescue that was blurry, only that this time she was full of worry and exactly reflected the level of hopelessness and horror that she was feeling inside her, when thinking about ways to save the life of the woman in front of her, who was loosing more blood every second which was passing by.
"Why did she do it? You really dare to ask that after all your chrime experience? Wake up. Kelly was suicidal even before our" Intermezzo "... How do you think she reacts when she catches you in flagrante? She saw us Joel ... And where is the ambulance? I can't stabilize her at all. I need blood supplies ... If the rescue doesn't arrive soon, Kelly will bleed us to death! God I regret nothing more than this night" Teresa hissed completely stressed out and defeated, because she could do absolutely nothing more than wait for help and fall back on her heels with her eyes closed, still holding Kelly's hand.
"I've already informed the ambulance, Tere ... I can't do magic. Even if I would really. really want to! And one last thing: I would never regret making love to you Tere." hissed Joel back in tears now, where he didn't know if it was from the fact that his wife was as good as dead or the reply to Teresas regret for that night.
He tried to make eye contact with Teresa, while trying to avoid sight of all the blood all over the white tiles, which she stubbornly refused.
"You know what that would mean to me if Kelly dies right? Even if it's suicide. I am the woman who triggered the suicide attempt and if anyone testifies against me I can be accused of attempted murder or as your jealous lover who wanted to have the wife wanted out of the way and maybe also led the murder weapon... Oh cazzo...cazzo... cazzo ... Kelly ... Kelly ... "her voice changed from domineering and serious to desperate and pleading when she could feel the heartbeat getting faster and faster and her blood pressure dropping further and further and she was aware that they no longer had the time to wait for the necessary instruments and medication to prevent the death of the woman.
"Tere ... Tere ... Shhh... I love you... I love you. And I know, that you feel the same forwards me!" Joel whispered soothingly to her, wrapping an arm around Teresas slim waist with tears, still trying to hold his real emotions back, because he wanted to give her the necessary closeness and security she needed, while he wrapped his free hand with his free hand dying woman and the feeling killed him that there was nothing he could do about it, to save the woman he once had loved more than his own life.
Everything went blurry in his mind: It was, as if he didn't even really cared that Teresa used his torso to cry very pain in her outside, while she mutters " I love you, I love you. I love you. As if the dead body on the floor covered in blood wasn't real...
After a while, after the pulse stopped and the heart failed, he still didn't even realize that Teresa moved in his arms, nor that she grabbed his phone and called someone.
Until her words let him turn to ice.
"I, Teresa Ortiz, have to report an suicide in the Melrose Avenue 20 caused though an arterial cut . The woman's name: Kelly Stevens. The murder weapon: razor blade. Crime scene: bathroom / bathtub. If I know the reason Fearless: I am the reason"