A/N: Sorry it's been so long. I had writer's block. Please review. The more
reviews I get the faster I write. Last chapter was kinda weak. I'll try to
make this one better.
Theresa's POV
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"Gwen's Rage"
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My heart was beating wildly. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move.
"Theresa! Did you hear me? I said little Ethan is missing!"
"Pilar, is it possible you're overreacting?" said big Ethan. "I mean you were barely gone at all. Maybe he just walked off somewhere nearby."
"No Ethan! The cook said he'd been looking for him for the last twenty minutes!"
"What do you mean for the last twenty minutes! He is supposed to be working!" cried Julian.
"Have a heart father. A child is missing." Said Fox.
Everyone began yelling. I heard the noise but I couldn't make out the words or see anyone's face clearly. I felt like I was about to black out. I couldn't believe all that was happening today. Ethan had admitted that he still loved me and always had. His son was dead and he was divorcing Gwen. I had never really been married to Julian and I was being kicked out of the mansion. I had lost Ethan over a joke. Little Ethan was missing. I felt sick.
Suddenly I remembered what Fox had said. 'Theresa I love you.'
My heart skipped a beat. I had forgotten all about Fox. For one moment I considered his news the only good news I had gotten all day. Then I realized the choice it forced me to make: Fox or Ethan.
It had been two years since Ethan had chosen Gwen, but I was still couldn't let go of the love we had once shared. And now that he wanted it back too I didn't know what to do.
"Theresa are you okay?" asked Fox.
"I'm fine. I need to find my son. We have to find him." I grabbed the edge of the couch to keep myself standing.
I glanced at Ethan and saw that he was looking at me. When he saw me looking back he blushed and started staring at the floor. Then he said. "I'll find him Theresa. No matter what."
Three hours later little Ethan was still missing. We had called in the police to search and I myself stopped looking. Mama said I needed a break from all the stress, so I went to my room while the others went with the police to search the town.
I lay down on my bed and stared up at the ceiling. I didn't want to think about Fox, Ethan, Julian, or anything else but I couldn't help it. Suddenly there was a loud crack against my door.
I got up to open it, but there was no need. Whatever had made that cracking noise had forced the door open.
For a moment I couldn't move. I wondered who was at my door. Then I saw her: Gwen.
She looked ready to kill. Her hair was messed up and her eyes were blood- shot. She was breathing heavily, and she had a smashed vase in her hands. There were shards of the vase all over the floor. I figured she had smashed it against the door.
"Theresa! How could you? Why? Why?" she cried.
"What Gwen? I don't understand. What are you talking about?" I said.
"Don't play innocent with me! You've always tried to steal Ethan from me! I thought when we moved out of the Crane mansion you'd be out of our lives. It seemed that way, but now he's leaving me! Just when I need him the most!" She was sobbing, but I didn't dare try to comfort her. She seemed very homicidal swinging that huge vase every which way. "You've tricked him again. Drawn him into your web of lies! I hate you!" Suddenly Gwen took a swing at my head. I screamed and dodged it.
She was still sobbing, "I kill you! I'll kill you! I'll kill you before I let you have Ethan!"
"Gwen stop! I didn't do anything! I swear!"
"What good is your word Theresa? You've lied to many times for me to believe you!"
"Gwen that was a long time ago! I'm not like that anymore." She swung at me again and missed.
"Once a liar always a liar! You need to die! Then Ethan will stay with me! Die Theresa! Rot in hell!" She swung again and missed me by an inch.
"Gwen please believe me."
"Never! You whore! You have to die!" She swung at me again. I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. I looked down and saw blood pouring from it.
"Gwen stop!" I was really getting scared. I knew if Gwen was given the chance she'd kill me. Now with an injured shoulder it was that much harder to dodge the vase.
"You deserve it! You forced me to do this! Couldn't you just leave Ethan alone? An innocent boy died and you used that to steal Ethan from me! You're heartless!" She swung again and got me full in the chest. I fell to the floor. Blood was everywhere around me, and Gwen was getting ready to swing again. I was in to much pain to move. I was going to die. I'd never see little Ethan again.
Suddenly it looked as if Gwen had an idea. She stopped coming at me. She had decided not to kill me.
That spark of hope was put out quickly. Gwen pulled a box of matches out of her pocket. She picked up the front page of the newspaper on my desk, lit a match and set the paper on fire. Then she threw the paper at the curtains and they caught fire too. She repeated this action again and again with different objects in the room.
"Now you really will burn Theresa. Goodbye. No one here will miss you. Even if they would no one's here to hear you scream. They are all looking for your son. They fear for his life. How ironic you're the one who is about to die." She walked out and closed the door behind her. I heard a click and knew she had locked it.
I was alone. Swimming in blood. Engulfed in flames. I was very dizzy. I was losing my mind. I couldn't think straight.
I tried to stand up but the pain in my chest knocked me back down. The fire was closing in on me. I knew no one was at in the mansion to hear me but I screamed. I screamed like I'd never screamed before.
"HELP! HELP! SOMEONE SAVE ME! I'M DIEING! PLEASE COME SAVE ME!" I screamed until I couldn't scream anymore. The fire was so close I could feel the hot flames licking my body. I took a deep breath and screamed one last time. "FOX!"
Suddenly I had a horribly painful sensation. I looked at myself and saw that I was on fire. In all my close calls with death I had never felt so much pain and never had I known so clearly that I was dieing. 'Dear God,' I prayed. 'Save me.'
Then the door was kicked open. I looked up and I saw Fox.
Theresa's POV
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"Gwen's Rage"
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My heart was beating wildly. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move.
"Theresa! Did you hear me? I said little Ethan is missing!"
"Pilar, is it possible you're overreacting?" said big Ethan. "I mean you were barely gone at all. Maybe he just walked off somewhere nearby."
"No Ethan! The cook said he'd been looking for him for the last twenty minutes!"
"What do you mean for the last twenty minutes! He is supposed to be working!" cried Julian.
"Have a heart father. A child is missing." Said Fox.
Everyone began yelling. I heard the noise but I couldn't make out the words or see anyone's face clearly. I felt like I was about to black out. I couldn't believe all that was happening today. Ethan had admitted that he still loved me and always had. His son was dead and he was divorcing Gwen. I had never really been married to Julian and I was being kicked out of the mansion. I had lost Ethan over a joke. Little Ethan was missing. I felt sick.
Suddenly I remembered what Fox had said. 'Theresa I love you.'
My heart skipped a beat. I had forgotten all about Fox. For one moment I considered his news the only good news I had gotten all day. Then I realized the choice it forced me to make: Fox or Ethan.
It had been two years since Ethan had chosen Gwen, but I was still couldn't let go of the love we had once shared. And now that he wanted it back too I didn't know what to do.
"Theresa are you okay?" asked Fox.
"I'm fine. I need to find my son. We have to find him." I grabbed the edge of the couch to keep myself standing.
I glanced at Ethan and saw that he was looking at me. When he saw me looking back he blushed and started staring at the floor. Then he said. "I'll find him Theresa. No matter what."
Three hours later little Ethan was still missing. We had called in the police to search and I myself stopped looking. Mama said I needed a break from all the stress, so I went to my room while the others went with the police to search the town.
I lay down on my bed and stared up at the ceiling. I didn't want to think about Fox, Ethan, Julian, or anything else but I couldn't help it. Suddenly there was a loud crack against my door.
I got up to open it, but there was no need. Whatever had made that cracking noise had forced the door open.
For a moment I couldn't move. I wondered who was at my door. Then I saw her: Gwen.
She looked ready to kill. Her hair was messed up and her eyes were blood- shot. She was breathing heavily, and she had a smashed vase in her hands. There were shards of the vase all over the floor. I figured she had smashed it against the door.
"Theresa! How could you? Why? Why?" she cried.
"What Gwen? I don't understand. What are you talking about?" I said.
"Don't play innocent with me! You've always tried to steal Ethan from me! I thought when we moved out of the Crane mansion you'd be out of our lives. It seemed that way, but now he's leaving me! Just when I need him the most!" She was sobbing, but I didn't dare try to comfort her. She seemed very homicidal swinging that huge vase every which way. "You've tricked him again. Drawn him into your web of lies! I hate you!" Suddenly Gwen took a swing at my head. I screamed and dodged it.
She was still sobbing, "I kill you! I'll kill you! I'll kill you before I let you have Ethan!"
"Gwen stop! I didn't do anything! I swear!"
"What good is your word Theresa? You've lied to many times for me to believe you!"
"Gwen that was a long time ago! I'm not like that anymore." She swung at me again and missed.
"Once a liar always a liar! You need to die! Then Ethan will stay with me! Die Theresa! Rot in hell!" She swung again and missed me by an inch.
"Gwen please believe me."
"Never! You whore! You have to die!" She swung at me again. I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. I looked down and saw blood pouring from it.
"Gwen stop!" I was really getting scared. I knew if Gwen was given the chance she'd kill me. Now with an injured shoulder it was that much harder to dodge the vase.
"You deserve it! You forced me to do this! Couldn't you just leave Ethan alone? An innocent boy died and you used that to steal Ethan from me! You're heartless!" She swung again and got me full in the chest. I fell to the floor. Blood was everywhere around me, and Gwen was getting ready to swing again. I was in to much pain to move. I was going to die. I'd never see little Ethan again.
Suddenly it looked as if Gwen had an idea. She stopped coming at me. She had decided not to kill me.
That spark of hope was put out quickly. Gwen pulled a box of matches out of her pocket. She picked up the front page of the newspaper on my desk, lit a match and set the paper on fire. Then she threw the paper at the curtains and they caught fire too. She repeated this action again and again with different objects in the room.
"Now you really will burn Theresa. Goodbye. No one here will miss you. Even if they would no one's here to hear you scream. They are all looking for your son. They fear for his life. How ironic you're the one who is about to die." She walked out and closed the door behind her. I heard a click and knew she had locked it.
I was alone. Swimming in blood. Engulfed in flames. I was very dizzy. I was losing my mind. I couldn't think straight.
I tried to stand up but the pain in my chest knocked me back down. The fire was closing in on me. I knew no one was at in the mansion to hear me but I screamed. I screamed like I'd never screamed before.
"HELP! HELP! SOMEONE SAVE ME! I'M DIEING! PLEASE COME SAVE ME!" I screamed until I couldn't scream anymore. The fire was so close I could feel the hot flames licking my body. I took a deep breath and screamed one last time. "FOX!"
Suddenly I had a horribly painful sensation. I looked at myself and saw that I was on fire. In all my close calls with death I had never felt so much pain and never had I known so clearly that I was dieing. 'Dear God,' I prayed. 'Save me.'
Then the door was kicked open. I looked up and I saw Fox.