Chapter 30: What's Wrong With Me?

Teresa ran her hand against Fox's chest and kissed him. They were officially "on a roll" and moments ago they had just finished making it even better.

"That was amazing."

"Did you expect anything less Looney tune?"

"Um . . ."

"Ha ha. Very funny."

Fox kissed Teresa and ran his fingers though her hair. "I love you so much." Said Teresa.

Fox was silent. "Aren't you going to say anything to me?" she asked.

"WHAT?"

"Why'd you yell? Fox is something wrong?"

"No. Leave me alone." He got up from the bed and started to pace around the room.

"Sweetie what's wrong? Was it not good enough? Want to do it again?"

"Again? No. Leave me alone." He put his clothes on and walked out the room and outside to the back yard.

"What the hell was that all about?"

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"Are we going out for dinner Fox?"

"No."

"Would you like to tell me why?"

"No."

"We made plans though."

He stared a hole through her, "We aren't going anywhere." Teresa sat down on the bed and started to cry.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked.

"You have been acting so weird after made love earlier. Was I not good enough earlier?"

"Did I say that?"

"Damn it Fox. Just answer me. Don't play games."

"I'm not. I just don't feel like going out."

"Liar."

"What did you call me?" He rose from his chair at the desk in a way that scared Teresa. He grabbed her arm and squeezed it, "What did you call me?"

"I was just kidding. Ouch! Fox! You're hurting me. Let me go."

He pushed her backwards and her head hit the sheets. She crawled up under the covers and stared at him for a while. He was in a daze. He just stared out the window like he was looking for something or someone. Teresa got scared and left the room to find Sheridan.

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The next morning, Fox woke up and noticed that Teresa wasn't asleep on his chest and he wasn't on his back. He rolled over to face Teresa and he noticed a huge bruise on her arm. He woke her up and when she realized it was Fox she pleaded with him to not hurt her:

"Fox please. Don't hurt me again. Please."

"Hurt you? What are you talking about?"

"Just don't hurt me! Please."

"I would never do that Teresa."

She stared at her arm and glanced at him. He asked, "Did I do that to you?"

She nodded. "Oh my gawd! Teresa! I'm so sorry. What happened?"

He picked her arm up and kissed it 10 times. She started to cry and said, "You grabbed my arm and squeezed it really hard. You pushed me onto the bed. I got under the covers and watched you stare out the window as if you were in a daze."

"A daze?"

She nodded.

"Baby, I am so sorry. I never ever wanted to lay a hand on you . . . unless, we were . . . you know . . ."

She smirked and nodded.

"I know. I don't know what happened to you though. You had this look in your eyes like you wanted something, like to hurt me."

"Teresa . . ."

She put her finger against his lips and said, "I don't want to hear it. I know it wasn't you, but I don't know what to think now."

"Teresa, please forgive me."

"Already done." She kissed his forehead and ruffled his hair like he always did to her and got up to shower and brush her teeth. Fox sat in the bed talking to himself, "How could I hurt her like that? Why don't I remember it? What's wrong with me?"

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Fox looked at his two daughters in their basinets and all of a sudden he knocked the basinet with Lucia over. She fell to the ground and she was bleeding. Fox snapped out of his "daze" and noticed Lucia on the ground.

"LUCIA!" He screamed as he fell to his side to pick her off the ground.

Teresa ran into the room, "What happened?"

"I don't know. One minute she's in the basinet next to Ariel and the next, she's on the ground."

Teresa stared at Fox with wide eyes and she tried to understand what had happened. Her eyes widened the longer she looked at him. He placed Lucia back into her basinet and asked Teresa, "You don't think I did it, do you?"

She looked into his eyes deeply and slowly said, "I don't know what to think."

Teresa grabbed her daughter and left the room. Fox looked at Ariel and stroked her hair, "What's wrong with me?"

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It was 4 am and Fox was wide-awake and Teresa was fast asleep on his chest. He couldn't get over how he couldn't remember hurting Teresa or how he couldn't remember how Lucia fell. He kept asking himself, "What's wrong with me?"

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Author's Note: Review please. Sorry it took so long for the chapter . . . school . . . dance . . . modeling etc. XoXo. Viki.