Ch.6

Ethan and Teresa walked back to the mansion. Her footsteps were two ahead of his.

When they reached the house, she stopped, and slowly turned towards him.

"I don't hate you Ethan."

He looked at her.

"I wouldn't blame you if you did."

She put her hands up.

"Please, just let me say this really quick ok?"

He nodded, encouraging her to go on.

"I don't hate you…and I'm sorry I have been so cold to you lately. I know it was an accident Ethan, I know you didn't mean for it too happened."

He blinked.

"But it hurts you know? It hurts me to look at you. And I'm sorry. It's just that every time I look at you, I see my son, lying on that hospital table. I hear your voice, in my head, telling me that he's gone. And it breaks my heart. It breaks me heart all over again."

"Teresa…" he tried to speak.

"Look, things will be ok between us Ethan…eventually, things will be ok. But right now, I really just can't be around you."

She turned around and walked into the house, leaving Ethan alone in the cold.

He closed his eyes.

"Honey? Is that you?"

He opened them to find Gwen walking towards him.

"Hey, what's wrong? She asked concerned.

He said nothing, just quickly wrapped his arms around her, trying to breath her in. he needed the security.

"Ethan are you ok?"

"I'm ok," he whispered.

Back inside, Fox was waiting for Teresa.

"I'm sorry I left," she said.

"Hey don't worry about it," he said, placing his hand on her back. "Are you ok? Do you want to go home?

She frowned.

"I don't think I can go to that house tonight Fox…I don think I can see his room…" she burst into soft cries.

"Shh hey its ok," he said. "We can stay here at the mansion in my old room, ok?"

"Ok." She took a tissue out and wiped her nose.

"Why don't you go on up, and I'll make you some hot chocolate to help you relax."

"That sounds good." She said. "I think I might take a quick shower too…you know get a little cleaned up."

"Ok, I'll be up soon alright?" he kissed her temple.

He watched as she slowly made her way up the stairs out of his sight.

He went to the kitchen and began looking for the stuff needed to make her drink.

"Where the hell are the mugs?" he cursed to himself, frustrated with everything. He found one, and tightly grabbed the handle, trying to release his anger.

"Damn it!!" he screamed, throwing the mug against the wall, instantly shattering it.

He went over to the table, and thrashed his arms around, knocking everything off, clattering to the floor.

"Fox! What the hell do you think you are doing?"

He turned to face Rebecca.

"Rebecca, get out of here."

"Not until you tell me why you are trashing my house!"

He said nothing, but grabbed the one mug he did fill with hot chocolate, and walked out of the room.

Rebecca watched as he went upstairs. Once she saw he was gone, she ran to the phone. She quickly dialed a number, then looked around to make sure no one was there.

"Alistair Crane."

"Alistair it's me."

"Rebecca, what a nice surprise," the old man laughed. "I didn't think I would hear from you so soon after the service."

"Alistair, we had a deal!"

"Don't start with me Becca…"

"You never said anything about killing the boy Alistair…you were just supposed to have him kidnapped…you know, a little tortuous game for little Teresita…you never said anything about killing him…"

"What are you complaining about? You wanted Teresa to suffer, and now she is."

"But I never said I wanted the boy to suffer…how could you kill him?"

"It was an accident Rebecca…what can I say, the men I hired to take the boy didn't exactly follow the plan. They were supposed to cause the accident, and then grab him before the paramedics arrived…who would have guessed that the accident would have been so severe?"

"But-"

"Look Rebecca, I'm going to tell you this once, so you better listen. You came to me, asking for a favor. Now granted, it's not exactly what you wanted, but I got the job done. I scratched your back, now you have to scratch mine."

She closed her eyes, mentally kicking herself for ever getting involved in a plan with him.

"What do you want me to do?"

Her eyes widened with fear as she heard him laughing on the other end of the phone.

"I'm sure I'll think of something."