Ch.17
Teresa woke up the next morning feeling the happiest she had been in a long time.
"Hmm," she moaned, rolling over to snuggle with Fox.
She felt around.
He wasn't there.
She opened her eyes and looked around the room. Then she looked at the clock.
"8:30," she said. "What on Earth is Fox doing out of bed? He usually doesn't move until 11."
She got up and put on her robe. She yawned as she walked down the hall, looking for Fox.
"Fox? Where are you?" she checked the bathroom.
"Oh wonderful Hubby of mine? Why aren't you in bed with me? It's lonely in that room all by myself."
She chuckled to herself at her attempt to sound seductive.
"Fox please don't make me try to sound cool," she laughed, walking into the kitchen. "It's not really my sty-"
She stopped.
Fox was there, sitting at the kitchen table, his head in his hands.
"Fox?" she asked. "What's going on?"
He looked up at her, his eyes shining with tears.
"Teresa what is this?"
She gasped.
"My diary…" she whispered.
"Di-did you read that?" she stammered.
~ Please God, don't let him have read it…he'll know everything. ~
"Answer me Fox…did you read that?"
"Teresa…"
"ANSWER ME FOX!" she yelled, running towards him and quickly snatching the diary out of his hand.
"Teresa I'm sorry…I had to-"
"You had to?" she asked incredulously.
"I was worried about you…you were keeping something from me…"
"SO you read my private diary? My private thoughts?"
He didn't say anything.
"God Fox! How could you do this? Don't you trust me at all?"
"Is it true?"
She looked at him confused.
"What?"
"Is it true? What you wrote? About Luis, and Little Ethan…about your illness."
Her face went blank. She didn't know what to say. She couldn't tell him…she promised Luis that she wouldn't…but she didn't want to lie…
"Teresa?"
"No," she finally said. "It's not true."
He sighed.
"Then why did you write it down?"
"I don't know," she lied.
"Baby, I'm worried about you." Fox said. "I know you have been having a hard time dealing with everything since Little Ethan's death…but to make up such horrible stories…"
"Fox," she tried to interrupt.
"Let me finish," he said.
She nodded for him to go on.
"I know the Cranes are evil Teresa…you don't have to tell me that…I mean I'm related to them…but what you wrote down…they're still my family Teresa."
"I know that," she whispered.
"Do you honestly think that my family is capable of such evil? Cause if you do, then you must think I am too…"
"Fox you know that's not true," she said walking over to him. "I was sad while you were gone, that's all. I was sad and lonely, so I wrote down some thoughts and feelings to keep myself busy. With you gone, and Little Ethan gone, this house just felt way to empty."
He stroked her hair.
"I've made some calls," he said.
"What about?"
He sighed.
"I think you should talk to someone baby."
She pulled away.
"What?" she asked shocked.
~ He thinks I'm crazy ~
"It isn't normal for you to have these types of feelings Resa…I just think you need someone to talk to, ya know, share your problems with. I think it would be really good for you."
She nodded, to speechless to say anything.
"Dr. Russell said she can find someone good alright?"
She nodded.
Fox bent down, kissing her forehead.
"I'm going to go get us some breakfast." He said. "I'll be right back."
He walked out of the house, leaving a stunned Teresa standing alone in the kitchen.
"He really thinks I'm crazy," she said to herself.
"But I can't tell him the truth."
Fox walked out to his car and sat down, leaning his head back against the seat.
"That stuff can't be true," he whispered.
"If it's really true, if my family has caused her so much pain…"
He shut his eyes.
"That would make it all my fault."