Ch.22

Teresa and Fox walked back into the mansion, immediately asking if anyone had heard anything.

"Still nothing," Gwen said, fighting back her tears. "He's still missing."

"Gwen, why don't we go for a walk?" Fox asked, going over to the blonde.

"I cant…"

"Sure you can," he said, helping her to her feet. "It will be good for you."

"I'll stay here in case anyone calls Gwen," Teresa offered.

"Well…alright I guess I walk isn't going to hurt anything. Just let me go get my jacket."

She left the room.

Fox went to Teresa.

"Do you know what to do babe?"

"Yep," she said triumphantly. "I just have to find Rebecca."

"Just remember, don't let her know that you know everything Resa…you just want to mess with her head. If she finds out that you know the truth, she's going to make you her next target."

"I'll be careful…scouts honor." She put her fingers up.

"Ok," Fox kissed the top of her head. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Gwen walked back into the room.

"Teresa, please call me if you hear anything alright? I have my cell phone with me."

"I will Gwen…don't worry."

"We'll be back soon," Fox said, leading Gwen out of the house.

Once Teresa was alone, she instantly went looking for Rebecca. It wasn't long before she found her.

"Well I should have known that I would find you near the alcohol," Teresa said walking into the living room.

Rebecca glared back.

"Leave me a lone you little witch…I'm worried about Ethan."

Teresa nodded sympathetically.

"I can only imagine," she said, pouring her self a glass of wine. "I know how much you care about Ethan."

Rebecca looked at her suspiciously.

"Wh-why yes," she stammered. "He is my son in law…of course I hope he's ok."

"So do I," Teresa said. "I just want to know what happened to him you know? I can't wait for him to tell us."

Rebecca almost dropped her glass.

"Are you alright Rebecca?" Teresa asked, pretending to be concerned. "Maybe you should lie down for awhile…"

"I'm fine!" she snapped. "I just don't like talking to little chalupas like you during my drinking time."

Teresa started laughing.

"What's so funny?" Rebecca asked curiously.

"Oh it's nothing," Teresa said. "It's just that word you called me…ya know…chalupa? That's what Luis used to call me when we were growing up."

"Luis?" Rebecca choked out.

"Yea…that was always his nickname for me. You know…before he was gunned down on duty a few years ago…"

Rebecca's hands began to shake.

"I miss him so much sometimes," Teresa continued. "You know sometimes at night…and this is going to sound crazy I know…sometimes, I swear I can hear his voice when I'm out around town. But it couldn't be Luis Right?"

"Uhhhh…." Rebecca was at a loss for words.

"Of course it couldn't be my brother! Unless you know by some miracle he came back from the dead or something." Teresa glared at her enemy.

Rebecca shut her eyes, not wanting to hear anymore.

"Wouldn't that be something?" Teresa swirled her wine around in her glass. "IF Luis really could come back…then maybe we would all finally know what really happened to him."

She smiled.

"What's the matter Rebecca? Was it something I said?"

She said nothing, just slammed her drink down.

"I know your worried about Ethan…so am I…but you know what I keep telling myself? Whatever happened to him, it's not my fault."

"You're fault?" Rebecca choked out. "Why would it be your fault?"

"I don't know…but for some reason, I just feel really guilty…don't you?"

"OF COURSE I DON'T FEEL GUILTY!" Rebecca screamed unintentionally. "Why would I feel guilty about anything?"

"That's a good question," Teresa said, pondering the answer. "I mean its not like you've done anything to feel guilty about right?"

Rebecca opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

"That's what I thought." Teresa said matter-of-factly, before walking away into the other room, a smile never leaving her face.

"I could get used to this," she whispered as she left Rebecca alone.

Rebecca could feel her heart beating a mile a minute.

~ Damn her! ~ She thought. ~She couldn't possibly know anything…could she? ~

"You're being ridiculous," she said to herself. "Of course she doesn't know anything…I stopped Ethan from telling her the truth.

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Rebecca tightly grasped the cold bottle of scotch as she poured herself another glass.

"Well I don't care whether she knows the truth or not…"

"I'm going to kill that girl."