Ch.25
The car sped away from the hospital. No one had seen them.
"Oh my gosh!" Teresa exclaimed. "Fox, I can't believe no one saw us sneaking out the back!"
"Hey, I told you I would get us out of there." he smiled.
Teresa looked in the back seat.
Little Ethan was asleep.
"He's so big," she whispered, smiling. "I haven't seen him in so long."
She grabbed Fox's hand on the clutch.
"I don't know who I am ever going to be able to thank you for this Fox."
"Teresa, don't even think about it…what would you thank me for? If anything, I'm doing this all for selfish reasons."
She laughed.
"I'm serious!" he said. "I want you and Little Ethan to be my family…so I'm moving us to LA…it's all for my benefit really."
"Well either way, this is still the best day of my life…whether or not you're doing this for me."
She kissed his cheek.
He smiled.
"So," she said looking out the window. "What's the plan from here…it's only a matter of time before the hospital realizes I'm gone."
"I know. We're headed straight for Harmony International…our flight leaves in an hour."
"What about all of our clothes?"
"Ethan is meeting us out there tomorrow…he's bringing everything we need on the crane jet."
Teresa laughed.
"Ethan is in on this too?"
"Oh yea…in fact, this was his idea."
"Really? You mean this wasn't the brilliant plan of a Fox Crane?"
"I wish I could take the credit, but alas…it was indeed my big brother who came up with this whole running away plan…which is pretty amazing seeing as how Ethan is such a law abider."
"Yea," Teresa agreed. "So tell me…what led to all of this?"
"You want to hear the whole story?" Fox asked.
"Of course. I want every detail."
Fox told her everything…about the tape, judge Reilly, Gwen and Rebecca's plan…
"That bitch was abusing my son?" Teresa raged. "I swear to god Fox, the next time I see her, I will kill her."
"You and me both Resa," he said. "But everything is fine now…once we get to L.A and get in touch with Dylan, we should be good."
"Who is this Dylan? I've heard you talk about him a few times. Is he a friend of yours I assume?"
"You could call him that," Fox said with a laugh. "He's my best friend actually…we grew up together in boarding school."
"And he knows the whole story about us…and he's going to let us live with him?"
"Yep…he's a pretty cool guy."
"I'll say."
Just then, Fox's cell phone rang.
"Well speak of the devil," he said. "It's him."
He answered it.
"Dylan…what's up man?"
Teresa watched Fox talk on the phone.
"Are you serious?"
She looked at him, his face growing serious.
"What is it?" She mouthed.
He put his finger up.
"Hold on."
She grew nervous, unable to sit still.
"We'll be careful dude…see ya tomorrow."
He hung up the phone.
"What? What's going on?"
"That was Dylan," he said, shock written all over his face.
"I know that Fox! Tell me what he said!" Teresa yelled.
Little Ethan stirred in the back seat.
She covered her mouth.
"Sorry," she whispered. "What did he say?"
"Well…we have a slight change of plans…"
"What are you talking about?"
"Apparently, Gwen and Rebecca are on to us…they know we have little Ethan…and they've already contacted places where we might run to…"
"Including your friend Dylan," Teresa said, finishing his sentence.
"Bingo."
"So now what do we do?"
"Well Dylan said we can still meet him out there in L.A…He knows some people down south that we can stay with…he's going to drive us their tomorrow night. He said he's already talked to them and they don't mind…it's the only place he can think of that they wont look."
She looked at him.
"Ok…" her voice trailed off. "But wait, what do you mean down south?"
"I mean," he said with a grin…
"We're going to Mexico."