Ch.7
"Teresa wake up, you're having a bad dream."
Fox gently shook his wife who was softly whimpering in her sleep.
"Teresa…sweetie can you hear me?"
"NO!" her eyes popped open and she jumped up.
"Resa, sweetie, its ok" Fox said reassuringly.
She gasped for air.
"Fox?"
"Yea I'm here. You were having a bad dream."
She gasped.
"A dream…it was all a dream, my son isn't dead…he's not dead…"
Fox grimaced.
" Teresa, that part really happened.
She looked at him confused.
"What?"
"Sweetie, he is…do you remember? His funeral was about a month ago."
Every night since the funeral they had gone through this same routine. She would wake up, thinking it was all a dream…and every night Fox had to go through the heartache of reminding her it wasn't. It killed him inside.
"He's really dead." She whispered to herself.
"Come on," Fox said. "Try and lay back down."
Teresa did as she was told and snuggled up against him.
"I miss him so much."
"Me too Resa…if you want we can go visit him in the morning ok?"
She smiled.
"Do you think he likes it when we bring him flowers?"
"I'm sure he loves it. Now come on, close your eyes. The sooner you go to sleep, the sooner it will be morning."
She closed them, ignoring the single tear that had escaped and rolled down her flushed cheek.
Fox leaned in and gently kissed it away.
"No more tears." He whispered.
The next morning, after going to the cemetery, Fox told Teresa he had a surprise for her.
"A surprise?" she asked smiling. "What is it?"
"Well," he said. "First, you have to put this blindfold on…then, I'll take you there."
"Fox I don't know…"
"Resa I insist…now look this past month has been really hard on both of us alright? So today I am going to make sure that we enjoy ourselves."
She sighed.
"I don't deserve you."
He laughed.
"I think you have that completely backwards darling…now if you will just let me put this blindfold on…" he reached into this pocket and pulled it out.
She laughed as he walked behind her, covering her eyes.
"You ready?" he asked.
"I suppose," she said giggling. He took her hand and led her to his secret location….
Back at the mansion, Gwen had been looking everywhere for Ethan.
"Where is he?" she wondered to herself.
She looked around their bedroom, when suddenly she heard a noise coming from the bathroom.
She walked over and gently knocked.
"Hello?"
No response.
She slowly turned the knob, and cracked the door open. She peekd her head in.
"Ethan?" she looked around.
That's when she saw him
Sitting on the floor.
Rocking back and forth.
Bleeding.
"Ethan!" she ran over to him. "What happened?"
He said nothing, just stared at the freshly cut wound on his arm.
"Ethan did you do this to yourself? For gods sake talk to me!" he still didn't say anything. She quickly got up and ran to the other side of the bathroom, looking for a towel to stop the bleeding.
She looked up at the mirror as she ran by.
She gasped as she dropped the towel.
"Oh my god." She whispered.
She walked over to the mirror, and ran her hands over the words, the blood staining her fingers.
"It's all my fault."