DC: Still the same, as always. I never needed to change it, so there's
nothing to say.
AN: In all of the reviews for the last chapter, everyone wanted to find out what happened afterwards. I know not everyone was happy with my final decision, but it was my choice to make (I'm not trying to be mean, but this is fanfiction).
Ivy's POV
"Mail call!" the female attendant called, shoving some letters and periodicals into each cell. I moved my wheelchair up to sort through the mail before Rebecca could search through for more of my stuff to sell on the 'prison black market'.
Below her monthy copy of 'Vogue', was a tabloid magazine, the same one that had blabbed all of my secrets. The cover showed a picture of that slutty Britney Spears, wearing a tube top. One article mentioned on the front cover caught my eye.
"Crane Related in Yet Another Suicide: What Does it Have to do With Former Heir?" it read. I opened it up to find out all of the juice.
It began with a copy of an apparent suicide note, in a slightly familiar handwriting. It was Gwen's. Rebecca had finally calmed down after a week of loud sobbing, so I kept it quiet until I knew everything about it.
The suicide note read simply:
"To my dearest Ethan,
"Words cannot express my sorrow at your finding about my indiscretions. My love for you has gone untouched since the night you found me with your uncle, and I want to get this off of my chest. I feel I finally can, now that Mother is in no position to stop me this time. I admit it finally: Mother and I sent the email to the tabloid about your paternity. I wasn't thinking: my love for you and the need to have you back clouded my judgement. Please know that I love you through all that has happened, and my time in eternal Hell for all I've done is too good for all the horrible things I've done to you.
"With all the love I possess,
"Gwen."
I re-read the note and crumpled the edges of the tabloid in distress.
"Burn in Hell, Rebecca!" I yelled for hours on end. Fifteen minutes after I started, the prison doctor administered a shot of clear liquid that kept me from yelling loudly, and tied me up into a straightjacket in a padded room.
The next day I was finally allowed out. Rebecca was sitting on her bed, cringing in fear. I took my wheelchair to my bed, where the tabloid had fallen under the bed.
"Get it!" I yelled. She lept up and jumped into action, grabbing it and dropping it onto my lap, jumping back to her bed.
"Have you read this yet?" I demanded of her.
"N...no," she stammered. I opened it to the page and threw it to her. It had fallen to her side and closed.
"Page thirty-one you bitch!"
She cowered, but opened it. She read the page with her chin dropping at every word she read.
"Thought you'd keep it from me for so long?"
"Nnnn....no..."
"You just watch your back, Rebecca Janice Hotchkiss, 'cause you won't have much life in your stone-cold heart when I'm done with you."
***********
Lyn's POV
Alex and I were walking in the park together.
"What's Mattie been up to?" Alex asked.
"Not much. She called Little Ethan 'Blubber' again yesterday."
Alex took a deep breath.
"I'm thinking about asking Theresa to marry me," he blurted out.
I gasped.
"You really mean it?" I asked.
"I mean, I'm gonna ask Pilar to come out here, so I can ask her if I can ask Theresa, if that's what you mean," he said.
I thought for a moment.
"I think it's time for you to start over again," I said.
"It's been almost two years since Lisabeth died. It might be time," I added to fill the silence.
"How about you? Did you get another email from Harmony? And who is it you've been talking to out there?"
"No one. At least no one in particular," I said, quickly.
"It's Miguel, isn't it? Theresa said he broke up with Kay the other day," Alex hinted.
"So what if it is?"
"You think it might be serious?" he asked.
"I don't know. He's almost a year and a half younger than me. I don't know if I'm ready. It's only been two years since he died."
"I know that Shawn would've wanted you to get on with your life," he said. A tear sprung at the corner of my eye. I took a Kleenex out of my purse and quickly wiped it away.
"Shawn was faithful to me, as I was to him. He wasn't ready to die."
"It's been two years. No one could've known about the explosives-"
"Explosives killed his body, but I won't be responsible for killing his soul."
"But what about Mattie? You know he wanted to make sure she had someone to call 'Daddy' as she grew up."
I sighed.
"I don't know if I want to go through all sorts of monogamous relationships. It would be too hard on her."
"It's up to you, Lyn, but I just feel that something good's gonna happen to you soon."
***********
Theresa's POV
"Hi Mama!" I laughed into the phone.
"Hello, mi Theresita! How are you? And my grandson?"
"Little Ethan's fine. I think that he's getting used to living here, finally."
"And how about Lyn and Alex?"
"They're fine. Alex took me out to dinner last night."
"Again? That's the third time this month! And it's only the tenth!"
"I miss you, Mama. What's going on at home?" I asked.
"That blasted tabloid got ahold of Gwen's suicide note," she sighed.
"I'm just glad it's out in the open. Now I can get over Ethan without her gloating in my face."
"Your brother broke up with Kay Bennett. They supposedly came to an agreement, and she's seeing Reese Durkee's cousin now."
"And what about Luis and Antonio?"
She took a deep breath.
"Antonio's very ill again. Sheridan's moved in with all of us and helps me take care of him."
"Is it serious?"
"Doctor Russell- oh and speaking of Doctor Russell, her divorce from TC went through. Well, she's taking good care of him, and even makes house calls."
"How's Whitney and Simone taking it?"
"Whitney transferred to a private Olympic training facility in Ireland. She called the other night. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing. Simone, on the other hand, isn't taking it so well."
"What's wrong with her?"
"She was taken to the state hospital. She became suicidal after she found out about her sister and Chad. In fact, Doctor Russell moved in with Chad, at Alastair's wishes."
"Alastair wanted Doctor Russell to move in with him?"
"Chad's resorted to... not very good women. Mister Craine has asked that she watch over him while he is abroad."
Mama had to get off the phone.
"Antonio has an appointment at the hospital in the morning. I'd better say goodbye."
And so we did. We hung up and I was waiting for someone-anyone to call to fill the silence. Finally, I did get a call.
"Hey Theresa!" was the cheerful voice I heard on the other line.
"Hi, Alex. What's up?" I asked.
"I wanted to know if you wanted to bring Little Ethan over for dinner. Lyn and Mattie are coming too, and Mom made a huge lasagna for tonight. It'll take a week, even at this rate to finish it. She's really gone overboard tonight. She's made homemade applesauce for the babies."
"Okay, just let me get Little Ethan cleaned up and I'll be down. What time?"
He told me the time and I went downstairs.
***********
Pilar's POV
"This is short notice, but I'm sure Sheridan will stay with Antonio," I told him.
"I really appreciate it. I've bought the ticket already. It's for the day after tommorrow, three-fifteen eastern time," Alex said.
"You must really be serious about her if you want to surprise mi Theresita so much," I admitted.
"You're so close to her. I couldn't stand it if she couldn't see you. Plus, I'd really like to talk to you when you get here."
"I don't know if I should leave without mi Miguel. He's been so down lately, and I'm thinking maybe a change of atmosphere might suit him well."
"Sure, I'll order another ticket for him. I'll see you then, and I'll pick you up at the airport myself."
"Thank you."
We hung up and I told Miguel the news.
"When are we going out to California?" he asked.
"The day after tomorrow. Alex wishes to have a word with me in person, and has graciously paid for our tickets."
"But what about school-"
"I don't know how long we'll be gone, but I'm sure that Jessica will pick it up for you."
"Okay, Mama."
***********
Ethan's POV
I was lying in bed in the apartment I had just rented The boxes of my things, filled with framed pictures of Theresa and Little Ethan, little trinkets she had given me, and my clothes surrounded my bed in stacks of the yellow cardboard.
"I've really gotta sort this stuff out," I thought to myself, sitting up and peering into an open box to my right. The brief splash of silver caught my eye as I pulled out the first item on the top. It was a silver picture frame, about 8" by 10" with Theresa and I on what was supposed to have been our wedding day. Her dark hair was piled high on her head, bangs falling into her dark eyes. Nothing would've changed the smile splashed on her face in jubilation. Whitney, Chad and Gwen stood to our sides.
"Our friends," I thought out loud. I stood the picture on my end table and got off the bed. I checked my open appointment book.
"The eighth: Sitting in on the Russell divorce proceedings. All day. Ninth: off-don't forget to call Chad about transferring funds. Tenth," I read out loud. I read it in my head.
"Medical Community versus Raleigh in medical malpractice suit. At least I have something to take my mind off of Theresa and Gwen today."
I sighed and got ready for the day.
***********
Another book for 'Theresa's New Start' coming soon! Sorry to leave it with a cliffie, but I was going on for too long.
AN: In all of the reviews for the last chapter, everyone wanted to find out what happened afterwards. I know not everyone was happy with my final decision, but it was my choice to make (I'm not trying to be mean, but this is fanfiction).
Ivy's POV
"Mail call!" the female attendant called, shoving some letters and periodicals into each cell. I moved my wheelchair up to sort through the mail before Rebecca could search through for more of my stuff to sell on the 'prison black market'.
Below her monthy copy of 'Vogue', was a tabloid magazine, the same one that had blabbed all of my secrets. The cover showed a picture of that slutty Britney Spears, wearing a tube top. One article mentioned on the front cover caught my eye.
"Crane Related in Yet Another Suicide: What Does it Have to do With Former Heir?" it read. I opened it up to find out all of the juice.
It began with a copy of an apparent suicide note, in a slightly familiar handwriting. It was Gwen's. Rebecca had finally calmed down after a week of loud sobbing, so I kept it quiet until I knew everything about it.
The suicide note read simply:
"To my dearest Ethan,
"Words cannot express my sorrow at your finding about my indiscretions. My love for you has gone untouched since the night you found me with your uncle, and I want to get this off of my chest. I feel I finally can, now that Mother is in no position to stop me this time. I admit it finally: Mother and I sent the email to the tabloid about your paternity. I wasn't thinking: my love for you and the need to have you back clouded my judgement. Please know that I love you through all that has happened, and my time in eternal Hell for all I've done is too good for all the horrible things I've done to you.
"With all the love I possess,
"Gwen."
I re-read the note and crumpled the edges of the tabloid in distress.
"Burn in Hell, Rebecca!" I yelled for hours on end. Fifteen minutes after I started, the prison doctor administered a shot of clear liquid that kept me from yelling loudly, and tied me up into a straightjacket in a padded room.
The next day I was finally allowed out. Rebecca was sitting on her bed, cringing in fear. I took my wheelchair to my bed, where the tabloid had fallen under the bed.
"Get it!" I yelled. She lept up and jumped into action, grabbing it and dropping it onto my lap, jumping back to her bed.
"Have you read this yet?" I demanded of her.
"N...no," she stammered. I opened it to the page and threw it to her. It had fallen to her side and closed.
"Page thirty-one you bitch!"
She cowered, but opened it. She read the page with her chin dropping at every word she read.
"Thought you'd keep it from me for so long?"
"Nnnn....no..."
"You just watch your back, Rebecca Janice Hotchkiss, 'cause you won't have much life in your stone-cold heart when I'm done with you."
***********
Lyn's POV
Alex and I were walking in the park together.
"What's Mattie been up to?" Alex asked.
"Not much. She called Little Ethan 'Blubber' again yesterday."
Alex took a deep breath.
"I'm thinking about asking Theresa to marry me," he blurted out.
I gasped.
"You really mean it?" I asked.
"I mean, I'm gonna ask Pilar to come out here, so I can ask her if I can ask Theresa, if that's what you mean," he said.
I thought for a moment.
"I think it's time for you to start over again," I said.
"It's been almost two years since Lisabeth died. It might be time," I added to fill the silence.
"How about you? Did you get another email from Harmony? And who is it you've been talking to out there?"
"No one. At least no one in particular," I said, quickly.
"It's Miguel, isn't it? Theresa said he broke up with Kay the other day," Alex hinted.
"So what if it is?"
"You think it might be serious?" he asked.
"I don't know. He's almost a year and a half younger than me. I don't know if I'm ready. It's only been two years since he died."
"I know that Shawn would've wanted you to get on with your life," he said. A tear sprung at the corner of my eye. I took a Kleenex out of my purse and quickly wiped it away.
"Shawn was faithful to me, as I was to him. He wasn't ready to die."
"It's been two years. No one could've known about the explosives-"
"Explosives killed his body, but I won't be responsible for killing his soul."
"But what about Mattie? You know he wanted to make sure she had someone to call 'Daddy' as she grew up."
I sighed.
"I don't know if I want to go through all sorts of monogamous relationships. It would be too hard on her."
"It's up to you, Lyn, but I just feel that something good's gonna happen to you soon."
***********
Theresa's POV
"Hi Mama!" I laughed into the phone.
"Hello, mi Theresita! How are you? And my grandson?"
"Little Ethan's fine. I think that he's getting used to living here, finally."
"And how about Lyn and Alex?"
"They're fine. Alex took me out to dinner last night."
"Again? That's the third time this month! And it's only the tenth!"
"I miss you, Mama. What's going on at home?" I asked.
"That blasted tabloid got ahold of Gwen's suicide note," she sighed.
"I'm just glad it's out in the open. Now I can get over Ethan without her gloating in my face."
"Your brother broke up with Kay Bennett. They supposedly came to an agreement, and she's seeing Reese Durkee's cousin now."
"And what about Luis and Antonio?"
She took a deep breath.
"Antonio's very ill again. Sheridan's moved in with all of us and helps me take care of him."
"Is it serious?"
"Doctor Russell- oh and speaking of Doctor Russell, her divorce from TC went through. Well, she's taking good care of him, and even makes house calls."
"How's Whitney and Simone taking it?"
"Whitney transferred to a private Olympic training facility in Ireland. She called the other night. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing. Simone, on the other hand, isn't taking it so well."
"What's wrong with her?"
"She was taken to the state hospital. She became suicidal after she found out about her sister and Chad. In fact, Doctor Russell moved in with Chad, at Alastair's wishes."
"Alastair wanted Doctor Russell to move in with him?"
"Chad's resorted to... not very good women. Mister Craine has asked that she watch over him while he is abroad."
Mama had to get off the phone.
"Antonio has an appointment at the hospital in the morning. I'd better say goodbye."
And so we did. We hung up and I was waiting for someone-anyone to call to fill the silence. Finally, I did get a call.
"Hey Theresa!" was the cheerful voice I heard on the other line.
"Hi, Alex. What's up?" I asked.
"I wanted to know if you wanted to bring Little Ethan over for dinner. Lyn and Mattie are coming too, and Mom made a huge lasagna for tonight. It'll take a week, even at this rate to finish it. She's really gone overboard tonight. She's made homemade applesauce for the babies."
"Okay, just let me get Little Ethan cleaned up and I'll be down. What time?"
He told me the time and I went downstairs.
***********
Pilar's POV
"This is short notice, but I'm sure Sheridan will stay with Antonio," I told him.
"I really appreciate it. I've bought the ticket already. It's for the day after tommorrow, three-fifteen eastern time," Alex said.
"You must really be serious about her if you want to surprise mi Theresita so much," I admitted.
"You're so close to her. I couldn't stand it if she couldn't see you. Plus, I'd really like to talk to you when you get here."
"I don't know if I should leave without mi Miguel. He's been so down lately, and I'm thinking maybe a change of atmosphere might suit him well."
"Sure, I'll order another ticket for him. I'll see you then, and I'll pick you up at the airport myself."
"Thank you."
We hung up and I told Miguel the news.
"When are we going out to California?" he asked.
"The day after tomorrow. Alex wishes to have a word with me in person, and has graciously paid for our tickets."
"But what about school-"
"I don't know how long we'll be gone, but I'm sure that Jessica will pick it up for you."
"Okay, Mama."
***********
Ethan's POV
I was lying in bed in the apartment I had just rented The boxes of my things, filled with framed pictures of Theresa and Little Ethan, little trinkets she had given me, and my clothes surrounded my bed in stacks of the yellow cardboard.
"I've really gotta sort this stuff out," I thought to myself, sitting up and peering into an open box to my right. The brief splash of silver caught my eye as I pulled out the first item on the top. It was a silver picture frame, about 8" by 10" with Theresa and I on what was supposed to have been our wedding day. Her dark hair was piled high on her head, bangs falling into her dark eyes. Nothing would've changed the smile splashed on her face in jubilation. Whitney, Chad and Gwen stood to our sides.
"Our friends," I thought out loud. I stood the picture on my end table and got off the bed. I checked my open appointment book.
"The eighth: Sitting in on the Russell divorce proceedings. All day. Ninth: off-don't forget to call Chad about transferring funds. Tenth," I read out loud. I read it in my head.
"Medical Community versus Raleigh in medical malpractice suit. At least I have something to take my mind off of Theresa and Gwen today."
I sighed and got ready for the day.
***********
Another book for 'Theresa's New Start' coming soon! Sorry to leave it with a cliffie, but I was going on for too long.