Theresa fumbled with her keys as she waited on the pier for Ethan. He had called her an hour before and told her to meet him so he could tell her something very urgent. Theresa had left Fox with the kids telling him that she was going out to get a few things. She wondered what this could all be about.
"Theresa!" Ethan said interrupting her thoughts.
"Ethan." Theresa said turning around to face him. "What's so important that you had me leave my family in the middle of the night?" she asked.
Ethan paused and looked down. "You're not going to like this..." he began.
"I'm not going to like what?" she asked curiously.
"Well, I've been doing a little investigation on who shot me and it seems...it seems like Fox was the one who shot me."
"Oh God, he knows." Theresa thought to herself, forgetting to breathe.
Noticing that Theresa was in shock Ethan said, "Theresa, are you alright?"
Theresa just nodded her head and sat down on the nearest bench. If Ethan reported Fox what would happen to him? She had to do something. "You have to be wrong." she finally said shaking her head.
"All evidence points to him." he answered.
"No, Fox was out of town on a business trip that weekend...Maybe someone was trying to frame him." she lied.
"Maybe."
"Look Ethan, not everyone out their likes Fox just as not everyone likes you. I'm sure someone had some good reason to try to frame Fox for something, but I know him Ethan...he didn't do it." she said continuing to lie.
"You could be right." he responded.
"I know I'm right." she said defending Fox. "Fox would NEVER do anything like that. I mean, why would he want to in the first place?"
"Because he knows I still get to you." Ethan said quietly.
"What?" Theresa asked taken aback by his answer.
"I said he know I still get to you." he repeated.
Theresa laughed and stood up. "Ethan, you and I were over a long time ago. I'm with Fox now and there's no going back. Yes, we shared something, but I love Fox and that is that."
"I see." he said a little disappointed. "What...what if I told you that you still get to me?"
Theresa blinked, not knowing how to respond to his question. "Well that wouldn't happen because you're with Gwen."
"No." he said shaking his head. "It is happening. You get to me Theresa. You were the only one who could touch my soul and Gwen hasn't even come close." he took a step closer to her, taking her face in his hands and whispered, "You get to me." he laid a gentle kiss on her lips and closed his eyes.
Nearby, two people watched on as Ethan kissed Theresa. Anger filled both of their hearts and they turned and walked away vowing to seek revenge.
Theresa quickly pushed Ethan away and slapped him. "Did you not hear anything I just said?" she yelled. Seeing that Ethan wasn't going to respond she hotly turned around and walked away.
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Theresa let out a soft sigh as she let herself into the house and gently closed the door. She was expecting everyone to be asleep but Fox was sitting on the couch as if he had been waiting for her.
"Where were you?" he asked without even looking at her.
"I told you I had to go get a few things." she lied.
"If you went to buy a few things how come you came home empty handed?" he replied slowly turning to look at her.
Caught in her lie, Theresa decided not to go any further and tell him the truth. "Truth is Ethan wanted me to meet him."
"Why?"
"Nothing, he just wanted to have a friendly chat." she winced as she lied to Fox.
"Why couldn't you just have the chat over the phone?" Fox questioned, angry that Theresa was lying to him.
"Ok fine, I won't lie to you." she said throwing her hands up. "Ethan told me that he thinks it was you who shot him and I told him it was someone trying to frame you."
"Did he believe you?"
"Yes. There. Are you happy now?" she asked agitated.
"Not until you tell me what else happened." he said sharply.
Theresa remembered the kiss but decided not to tell him. "Nothing."
"Theresa, don't lie to me."
Theresa sighed, thinking of the words to say. "Ok. He-he um...he kissed me, but I pushed him away and told him it could never happen again."
Fox clenched his fists and jumped up from the sofa. "That bastard!" he yelled angrily.
"Fox, its not that serious-"
"It's not that serious?!" he yelled cutting her off. "My half brother kisses my wife and she tells me its not serious!"
Theresa put her hand on her forehead not wanting to start an argument with Fox. "I just don't want to upset you."
"You're too late for that." he said making his way to his office.
Theresa closely followed behind, "Why are you going to your office?" she asked.
Fox didn't answer. He walked over to his desk, pulled open the top drawer, and paused.
"Fox?" Theresa repeated, wondering what he was looking at.
"I should've taken care of this earlier." he said as if he were in a trance.
"Taken care of what?" she asked. She stood behind him to see what he was looking at and gasped. "Fox, don't."
Fox ignored Theresa as he loaded the gun. "I'm going to show him that he is not supposed to mess with anything that's mine."
A scared Theresa watched Fox as he closed the drawer and began to walk out the office. "Fox, no!" she screamed running behind him. "Don't do this!"
"Why? Huh? Give me one good reason why!" he said angrily. Theresa didn't answer and he replied. "See, you can't even give me a reason." he said continuing to walk.
"You're about to commit murder!" she yelled behind him.
"No, I'm just taking care of business." he answered.
"By killing an innocent man? How can you even try to justify that? You're just going to throw your life away!" she argued.
"I thought we already went over this Theresa. I'm doing MY job so stay out of it!" he yelled.
Before Theresa could say anything, Fox was gone.
"No, no, no...this can't be happening." she said to herself. She had to stop him, but how? She finally thought of something and ran over to the phone. She picked it up and dialed a number. "Please answer, please answer." she said as the phone rang. The person finally picked up.
"Hello?"
"Ethan, it's Theresa."
"Theresa!" Ethan said interrupting her thoughts.
"Ethan." Theresa said turning around to face him. "What's so important that you had me leave my family in the middle of the night?" she asked.
Ethan paused and looked down. "You're not going to like this..." he began.
"I'm not going to like what?" she asked curiously.
"Well, I've been doing a little investigation on who shot me and it seems...it seems like Fox was the one who shot me."
"Oh God, he knows." Theresa thought to herself, forgetting to breathe.
Noticing that Theresa was in shock Ethan said, "Theresa, are you alright?"
Theresa just nodded her head and sat down on the nearest bench. If Ethan reported Fox what would happen to him? She had to do something. "You have to be wrong." she finally said shaking her head.
"All evidence points to him." he answered.
"No, Fox was out of town on a business trip that weekend...Maybe someone was trying to frame him." she lied.
"Maybe."
"Look Ethan, not everyone out their likes Fox just as not everyone likes you. I'm sure someone had some good reason to try to frame Fox for something, but I know him Ethan...he didn't do it." she said continuing to lie.
"You could be right." he responded.
"I know I'm right." she said defending Fox. "Fox would NEVER do anything like that. I mean, why would he want to in the first place?"
"Because he knows I still get to you." Ethan said quietly.
"What?" Theresa asked taken aback by his answer.
"I said he know I still get to you." he repeated.
Theresa laughed and stood up. "Ethan, you and I were over a long time ago. I'm with Fox now and there's no going back. Yes, we shared something, but I love Fox and that is that."
"I see." he said a little disappointed. "What...what if I told you that you still get to me?"
Theresa blinked, not knowing how to respond to his question. "Well that wouldn't happen because you're with Gwen."
"No." he said shaking his head. "It is happening. You get to me Theresa. You were the only one who could touch my soul and Gwen hasn't even come close." he took a step closer to her, taking her face in his hands and whispered, "You get to me." he laid a gentle kiss on her lips and closed his eyes.
Nearby, two people watched on as Ethan kissed Theresa. Anger filled both of their hearts and they turned and walked away vowing to seek revenge.
Theresa quickly pushed Ethan away and slapped him. "Did you not hear anything I just said?" she yelled. Seeing that Ethan wasn't going to respond she hotly turned around and walked away.
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Theresa let out a soft sigh as she let herself into the house and gently closed the door. She was expecting everyone to be asleep but Fox was sitting on the couch as if he had been waiting for her.
"Where were you?" he asked without even looking at her.
"I told you I had to go get a few things." she lied.
"If you went to buy a few things how come you came home empty handed?" he replied slowly turning to look at her.
Caught in her lie, Theresa decided not to go any further and tell him the truth. "Truth is Ethan wanted me to meet him."
"Why?"
"Nothing, he just wanted to have a friendly chat." she winced as she lied to Fox.
"Why couldn't you just have the chat over the phone?" Fox questioned, angry that Theresa was lying to him.
"Ok fine, I won't lie to you." she said throwing her hands up. "Ethan told me that he thinks it was you who shot him and I told him it was someone trying to frame you."
"Did he believe you?"
"Yes. There. Are you happy now?" she asked agitated.
"Not until you tell me what else happened." he said sharply.
Theresa remembered the kiss but decided not to tell him. "Nothing."
"Theresa, don't lie to me."
Theresa sighed, thinking of the words to say. "Ok. He-he um...he kissed me, but I pushed him away and told him it could never happen again."
Fox clenched his fists and jumped up from the sofa. "That bastard!" he yelled angrily.
"Fox, its not that serious-"
"It's not that serious?!" he yelled cutting her off. "My half brother kisses my wife and she tells me its not serious!"
Theresa put her hand on her forehead not wanting to start an argument with Fox. "I just don't want to upset you."
"You're too late for that." he said making his way to his office.
Theresa closely followed behind, "Why are you going to your office?" she asked.
Fox didn't answer. He walked over to his desk, pulled open the top drawer, and paused.
"Fox?" Theresa repeated, wondering what he was looking at.
"I should've taken care of this earlier." he said as if he were in a trance.
"Taken care of what?" she asked. She stood behind him to see what he was looking at and gasped. "Fox, don't."
Fox ignored Theresa as he loaded the gun. "I'm going to show him that he is not supposed to mess with anything that's mine."
A scared Theresa watched Fox as he closed the drawer and began to walk out the office. "Fox, no!" she screamed running behind him. "Don't do this!"
"Why? Huh? Give me one good reason why!" he said angrily. Theresa didn't answer and he replied. "See, you can't even give me a reason." he said continuing to walk.
"You're about to commit murder!" she yelled behind him.
"No, I'm just taking care of business." he answered.
"By killing an innocent man? How can you even try to justify that? You're just going to throw your life away!" she argued.
"I thought we already went over this Theresa. I'm doing MY job so stay out of it!" he yelled.
Before Theresa could say anything, Fox was gone.
"No, no, no...this can't be happening." she said to herself. She had to stop him, but how? She finally thought of something and ran over to the phone. She picked it up and dialed a number. "Please answer, please answer." she said as the phone rang. The person finally picked up.
"Hello?"
"Ethan, it's Theresa."