ETHAN'S DOWNFALL
"I don't have to answer any of your questions, Luis. Not without my lawyer present." Ethan spit out.
"The hell you don't, Ethan. You beat and raped my sister you filthy son of a bitch. Not even your sheriff father will help you now. Come on, Ethan, why did you do it?"
"Is that what she's telling you, that I raped her? She's delusional, Luis. She wanted it just as bad as I did. In fact, she was begging for it." He smiled wickedly.
That angered Luis. "Then how the hell do you explain the bruises?" Luis yelled.
"She likes it rough. Can you believe it? You're petite, little baby sister likes it nice and rough."
Luis grabbed Ethan by his collar. Anger filled his eyes. He could kill Ethan, right now. With his bare hands. "So rough that you black both her eyes. Bust her lips and land her in the hospital unconscious for two days." Ethan was speechless. "Dear, God, she's pregnant. Did you know that?"
Ethan lied, "No. She never told me."
"She's having a little girl, Ethan. Fox's baby. The only link she has left to him. How could you do this to her, man? I thought you were different from all of them."
"She asked for it, Luis. And you know what? They all asked for it. Especially Fox? They both got what was coming to them." Ethan yelled in Luis' face.
"What the hell are you talking about, Ethan? Do you know something about Fox's death? What have you been hiding from everyone?"
Ethan smiled, "Yes, I do as a matter a fact. I killed the poor son of a bitch. Fox Crane is dead because of me."
"Do you realize you're confessing to murder, Ethan?" Luis asked astonished.
"So what? Alistair Crane hired me to do it. He'll bail me out." Ethan said confidently.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that, Ethan. Alistair Crane is out for himself, no one else. You of all people should know that. What makes you so sure he'll try and save your hide?"
Ethan squirmed, "You don't scare me, Luis. Nothing will happen to me. Between Alistair and my father Sam, I'll walk away scott free and Fox Crane will still be dead."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that if I were you, Ethan." A familiar voice said. The young man stepped out of the shadows and stood in front of Ethan. Luis looked up at him and nodded.
"Fox! But you're, you're dead. I watched you die." Ethan stammered.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, Ethan, but I'm very much alive and kicking." Fox smiled.
"But I saw you. I was there when you were shot. I was there at the hospital when you died. We all saw it. Chad, Whitney, Dylan and Teresa." Ethan was sweating bullets.
"All set up Ethan. It was all just a well orchestrated act to set you up. Grandfather called me and told me you had contacted him about offing me. Something about how I was a poor excuse for a Crane and that you could be persuaded to take over the Crane Empire again. You stated that you knew that he and Julian he wanted me off their hands for quite sometime and you would be more than willing to do the job. I'll spare you all the details. You know all of them, don't you, Ethan? Anyways, what you fail to understand is that grandfather and I actually see fairly eye to eye. He contacted me and we set up this little scenario along with Julian."
"Whitney! Whitney was in this all along too. She plotted against you and Teresa. You'll want to get her also."
"All part of this plan, Ethan. All part of the plan." Fox replied smuggly.
"The gun, I saw you shot that night. There was blood, blood everywhere. There's no way you could have survived."
"Thing is Ethan, I knew you wouldn't be man enough to be the one to shoot me. You hired someone else to do the dirty work while you drove the car. We loaded the gun with blanks. The blood was fake."
"What about the ambulance and the doctors?" Ethan asked clear confused.
"All hired by Alistair and I, Ethan. Come on, this is getting boring. Can't you see that you've been duped?"
"You set me up!" Ethan yelled.
Fox laughed, "No, Ethan, you screwed yourself. You underestimated me and look where it got you."
"What about Teresa? Was she in on this?"
Fox shook his head no, "She would've never agreed to it, Ethan. She doesn't know a thing. Unfortunately, Teresa, got caught up in this. I told you to stay away from her, Ethan, and I meant it. You hurt her, I'll never be able to forget that." Fox looked over at Luis. "About Teresa, Ethan."
"Let me interrupt you first." Luis interrupted. "As much as I'd like to have my way with you, Ethan, I think Fox has more right to beat the hell out of you than I do." Luis smiled up at Fox. "I'm going to leave now. Pretend I didn't hear or see a thing." Luis turned to walk out of the interrogation room. He looked over his shoulder at Fox, "Have fun!"
"Luis, you can't leave me in here!" Ethan yelled. "This isn't fair! My father will have your badge. Take off these handcuffs, damnit."
"Oh, Ethan. Poor, poor Ethan. I'm really going to enjoy this." Fox rolled up his sleeves. Beating the shit out of Ethan wouldn't take away the image of his beloved Teresa lying naked and bleeding after Ethan had beaten and raped her, but it sure would make him feel a hell of a lot better.
"Come on, Fox. You don't want to do this to your own brother." Ethan begged.
"I do want to, Ethan. What I want to know is how could you do this to Teresa? She didn't deserve what you did to her, Ethan. She's innocent in all of this. How could you beat her and leave her lying there bleeding?"
"Fox, we both know Teresa doesn't mean anything to you! She's just another one of your women. Another good lay."
"Oh, Ethan, give it up. Take it like a man." Fox hit him with the first of many punches.
----------------------------------------------------
"I don't know who brought you here, Teresa. All anyone would say is that it was a young man. No one really got a good look at him." Dylan answered Teresa's question.
"The nurses or doctors. They didn't see anything? They wouldn't be able to described what the man looked like?"
"Teresa, they were too worried about you to noticed what he looked like. What does it matter anyways? You're alive and you're baby's safe. That's what matters." Dylan said.
"I just want to know, Dylan. Someone saved my life and my babies life. Wouldn't you want to thank the person who saved your life?" Teresa asked.
"I guess so, but right now you need to worry about other things. You need to recooperate. I need you out of this hospital and back at the apartment. Little Ethan isn't so nice when his mommy isn't around. And truth is, I've about burnt the apartment down more times than I can count trying to cook."
Teresa cringed, "You tried to cook?"
Dylan smiled, "Is that so unbelievable?"
"Yes, yes it is!" She laughed.
"I'm going to go tell your family you're awake. They'll want to see you. Is there anything you need?" Dylan got up to leave.
"No, thanks." Dylan turned and left.
Teresa knew Dylan was hiding something from her. She could feel it, but she was just too tired to push the issue right now. There would be plenty of time later to get answers. Right now she wanted to rest. She had to get out of this hospital. She wanted to make Ethan pay. Little did Teresa know that Ethan was already paying. Fox had beaten him within an inch of his life.
"I don't have to answer any of your questions, Luis. Not without my lawyer present." Ethan spit out.
"The hell you don't, Ethan. You beat and raped my sister you filthy son of a bitch. Not even your sheriff father will help you now. Come on, Ethan, why did you do it?"
"Is that what she's telling you, that I raped her? She's delusional, Luis. She wanted it just as bad as I did. In fact, she was begging for it." He smiled wickedly.
That angered Luis. "Then how the hell do you explain the bruises?" Luis yelled.
"She likes it rough. Can you believe it? You're petite, little baby sister likes it nice and rough."
Luis grabbed Ethan by his collar. Anger filled his eyes. He could kill Ethan, right now. With his bare hands. "So rough that you black both her eyes. Bust her lips and land her in the hospital unconscious for two days." Ethan was speechless. "Dear, God, she's pregnant. Did you know that?"
Ethan lied, "No. She never told me."
"She's having a little girl, Ethan. Fox's baby. The only link she has left to him. How could you do this to her, man? I thought you were different from all of them."
"She asked for it, Luis. And you know what? They all asked for it. Especially Fox? They both got what was coming to them." Ethan yelled in Luis' face.
"What the hell are you talking about, Ethan? Do you know something about Fox's death? What have you been hiding from everyone?"
Ethan smiled, "Yes, I do as a matter a fact. I killed the poor son of a bitch. Fox Crane is dead because of me."
"Do you realize you're confessing to murder, Ethan?" Luis asked astonished.
"So what? Alistair Crane hired me to do it. He'll bail me out." Ethan said confidently.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that, Ethan. Alistair Crane is out for himself, no one else. You of all people should know that. What makes you so sure he'll try and save your hide?"
Ethan squirmed, "You don't scare me, Luis. Nothing will happen to me. Between Alistair and my father Sam, I'll walk away scott free and Fox Crane will still be dead."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that if I were you, Ethan." A familiar voice said. The young man stepped out of the shadows and stood in front of Ethan. Luis looked up at him and nodded.
"Fox! But you're, you're dead. I watched you die." Ethan stammered.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, Ethan, but I'm very much alive and kicking." Fox smiled.
"But I saw you. I was there when you were shot. I was there at the hospital when you died. We all saw it. Chad, Whitney, Dylan and Teresa." Ethan was sweating bullets.
"All set up Ethan. It was all just a well orchestrated act to set you up. Grandfather called me and told me you had contacted him about offing me. Something about how I was a poor excuse for a Crane and that you could be persuaded to take over the Crane Empire again. You stated that you knew that he and Julian he wanted me off their hands for quite sometime and you would be more than willing to do the job. I'll spare you all the details. You know all of them, don't you, Ethan? Anyways, what you fail to understand is that grandfather and I actually see fairly eye to eye. He contacted me and we set up this little scenario along with Julian."
"Whitney! Whitney was in this all along too. She plotted against you and Teresa. You'll want to get her also."
"All part of this plan, Ethan. All part of the plan." Fox replied smuggly.
"The gun, I saw you shot that night. There was blood, blood everywhere. There's no way you could have survived."
"Thing is Ethan, I knew you wouldn't be man enough to be the one to shoot me. You hired someone else to do the dirty work while you drove the car. We loaded the gun with blanks. The blood was fake."
"What about the ambulance and the doctors?" Ethan asked clear confused.
"All hired by Alistair and I, Ethan. Come on, this is getting boring. Can't you see that you've been duped?"
"You set me up!" Ethan yelled.
Fox laughed, "No, Ethan, you screwed yourself. You underestimated me and look where it got you."
"What about Teresa? Was she in on this?"
Fox shook his head no, "She would've never agreed to it, Ethan. She doesn't know a thing. Unfortunately, Teresa, got caught up in this. I told you to stay away from her, Ethan, and I meant it. You hurt her, I'll never be able to forget that." Fox looked over at Luis. "About Teresa, Ethan."
"Let me interrupt you first." Luis interrupted. "As much as I'd like to have my way with you, Ethan, I think Fox has more right to beat the hell out of you than I do." Luis smiled up at Fox. "I'm going to leave now. Pretend I didn't hear or see a thing." Luis turned to walk out of the interrogation room. He looked over his shoulder at Fox, "Have fun!"
"Luis, you can't leave me in here!" Ethan yelled. "This isn't fair! My father will have your badge. Take off these handcuffs, damnit."
"Oh, Ethan. Poor, poor Ethan. I'm really going to enjoy this." Fox rolled up his sleeves. Beating the shit out of Ethan wouldn't take away the image of his beloved Teresa lying naked and bleeding after Ethan had beaten and raped her, but it sure would make him feel a hell of a lot better.
"Come on, Fox. You don't want to do this to your own brother." Ethan begged.
"I do want to, Ethan. What I want to know is how could you do this to Teresa? She didn't deserve what you did to her, Ethan. She's innocent in all of this. How could you beat her and leave her lying there bleeding?"
"Fox, we both know Teresa doesn't mean anything to you! She's just another one of your women. Another good lay."
"Oh, Ethan, give it up. Take it like a man." Fox hit him with the first of many punches.
----------------------------------------------------
"I don't know who brought you here, Teresa. All anyone would say is that it was a young man. No one really got a good look at him." Dylan answered Teresa's question.
"The nurses or doctors. They didn't see anything? They wouldn't be able to described what the man looked like?"
"Teresa, they were too worried about you to noticed what he looked like. What does it matter anyways? You're alive and you're baby's safe. That's what matters." Dylan said.
"I just want to know, Dylan. Someone saved my life and my babies life. Wouldn't you want to thank the person who saved your life?" Teresa asked.
"I guess so, but right now you need to worry about other things. You need to recooperate. I need you out of this hospital and back at the apartment. Little Ethan isn't so nice when his mommy isn't around. And truth is, I've about burnt the apartment down more times than I can count trying to cook."
Teresa cringed, "You tried to cook?"
Dylan smiled, "Is that so unbelievable?"
"Yes, yes it is!" She laughed.
"I'm going to go tell your family you're awake. They'll want to see you. Is there anything you need?" Dylan got up to leave.
"No, thanks." Dylan turned and left.
Teresa knew Dylan was hiding something from her. She could feel it, but she was just too tired to push the issue right now. There would be plenty of time later to get answers. Right now she wanted to rest. She had to get out of this hospital. She wanted to make Ethan pay. Little did Teresa know that Ethan was already paying. Fox had beaten him within an inch of his life.