Ch.14
"Where do I begin?" he sighed. So much had happened over the past 2 years…he wanted to tell her everything.
"Just start from the beginning…" Teresa said, grabbing her brother's hand.
He nodded.
"Well I guess it begins with that day."
"The day you got shot?" she asked.
"Yea...that day."
He took in a deep breath.
"I never got shot Teresa. Everything you were told, everything the doctors said…it was all a big lie."
She couldn't believe it.
"I was here the whole day…I had received a call earlier in the day to meet someone here."
"Who?" She interrupted. She wanted all of the details.
"I'll get to that in a minute." He said, putting his hand up, signaling for her to calm down.
"Anyway I came here and looked around. After about an hour, I realized something wasn't right. That's when I head it…this noise coming from behind me."
"What was it?"
"I don't know…I turned around, and that's all I remember."
His eyes began to well up with tears. She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, urging him to go on.
"I don't know much after that…the next thing I knew, I woke up and I was in some room. I was kept in that room, a prisoner for the past 2 years."
Her hand flew to her mouth.
"Oh my god," the tears started falling.
"Did they hurt you Luis?" her feeble voice asked.
He shook his head.
"They tried." He whispered, "but I wouldn't let them. I kept thinking about you guys, my family…Sheridan…I knew I had to be strong so I could come back."
"Do you know who it was?"
He didn't blink.
"Luis who was it?"
"Take a wild guess Teresa."
She stared at him.
"Alistair…." Her voice trailed off.
He nodded.
"But he wasn't alone."
Her eyes grew large.
"Who else was it?"
He hesitated.
"Rebecca."
Teresa felt her blood boil.
"Rebecca?" she choked out, overflowing with anger.
She couldn't believe it. Rebecca and Alistair were working together.
"Why?" she asked. "why did they do this to you? To all of us? I don't understand what they had to gain from all of this…"
"You know how they Cranes are Teresa," he said. "From what I've gathered, this was just their idea of fun."
She scoffed.
"Only they would get pleasure like this from other peoples pain."
He didn't say anything. She could tell he wanted to.
"Luis?" she questioned.
"There's more."
"More?" she asked. What more could there be?
"Teresa, they hate you."
"Well that's not exactly a secret Luis," she said, not sure to what he was getting at.
"They hate you enough to cause you pain."
She felt her blood rush to her head.
"What kind of pain?"
He said nothing, just looked at the ground.
"Oh my god!" she gasped.
"My son…" she leaned against the wall for support.
"They killed him…it's their fault…" she put her hand in her face and cried.
"Teresa," Luis walked over to her, putting his hands on her shoulders.
"Look at me."
She kept sobbing.
"I'll kill them…" she repeated over and over again.
"Look at me Teresa."
She looked up. She could see the hurt in his eyes.
"That's not all they did…"
Her heart stopped. What more could they have done? What other pain could they have caused her?
"I don't want to hear anymore," she sobbed.
"Teresa everything that has gone wrong in the past 2 years, every amount of pain or hurt you have been through…everything…it's been their doing."
She looked at him puzzled.
"What?"
He looked deep in her eyes.
Finally it dawned on her.
"Don't say it," she whispered. "Please don't tell me it's true…"
"I'm so sorry Teresa…but it is…"
She closed her eyes, trying to block out what she knew he was going to say.
"They gave you your cancer…"