Chapter 2

A/N: I guess when it rains it pours, I just can't get this story out of my head, it's haunting me. I'm still working on the others though and keep in mind this story is Theresa's POV. Which is to totally new to me. Also, I ain't using current storylines, well just the Foney, sorry guy oh and keep in mine Chad ain't the Evian kid neither Whitney or Theresa are / were pregnant. I think that's all the cleifications I need to make now so….ENJOY and plz, R & R

I guess you're wondering just why it is, I didn't pursue anything with him? Well that's were your wrong, I did I made the mistake of being with him for all the wrong reasons, just like I had Ethan..

"Fox, come on you know you want me.", I told him, standing before him in a red negligee, I'm a bit lit, I had been drinking away my hurt and pain for it was my son's birthday, my dead son's. birthday.

"Theresa please, don't do this.", he tells me, he sees the tears that are no doubt spilling down my cheeks.

"Fox he's dead, my son he's dead.", I cry and he holds me, then I look up at him, right now I would give anything to feel his arms around me, for him to numb my pain for awhile.

"Fox…", I utter, I really don't have the strength to ask for what I want, but he understands and pulls me close to him, and holds me tight.

You see that's one of the many reasons I hate Gwen, she is the reason for my son's death.

"Theresa, get away from him, he's my son.", Gwen snarled at me.

"That's were your wrong he's your son for now.", I tell her coolly, I vowed along time ago to get him back. "I will get him back."

And I did, thanks to Fox, I got my son back, but the reunion was cut short when Gwen once again took him.

"Ms. Fitzgerald, you nor Mr. And Mrs. Winthrop are fit to raise a puppy, so the court has took another approach we the courts grant custody of Ethan Martin Crane to his brother Nicholas Foxworth Crane.", the judge told us.

Gwen let out a scream. "Over my dead body. Theresa, isn't getting her son back. She killed my Sara.", she pulls out a gun, everyone is trying to stop her but, she's to determined and she does indeed do what she set out to do kill my son as a way of revenge.

Everything goes dark, I faint, my son is dead.

I can hear Rebecca in the background trying to make a excuse for what her daughter has done, then I hear him - Fox telling her to leave and then telling her what it takes that there is no reason in the world for Gwen brutally murdering my son.

The funeral was so long, it seemed like my whole world had came crashing down, that it was some big dream and that I would wake up to find him in my bed, safe from harm.

"Theresa…", Ethan begins, I simply look at him, I make sure he knows how much I hate him.

"What?", I ask, making sure he notices that he annoys me and that I think of him as lower than dirt.

"I'm sorry.", he tells me, and I simply look at him with a blank stare.

"Theresa, she will pay.", he vows.

"Yes she will.", I reply, I want to be left along doesn't he realize that?

"Ethan…", Fox calls out, I silently thank God for him being there.

"Momsy, needs to speak to you.", he tells him and like he expected Ethan ran off to his mother.

"Thank you.", I mummer, and he simply nods.

"Fox he's dead.", I'm still in denial.

"Yeah, he is.", Fox tells me, and pulls me to him, as I begin to weep.

I watch as the pick up his small coffin and prepare to carry it out of the church, this is the last few minutes I have left with my son.

The graveyard is lonely and cold and my son will be there forever.

Everyone had left, all except me, I stay there with tears running down my cheeks, Lord how I'd like to just die, die and leave behind the cold harsh reality that my son is dead. I look at his headstone, my sweet dear son, is gone.

"Theresa…", Fox calls out he to has tears rolling down his face as well.

"Fox, I - he shouldn't be here.", I tell him.

"No he shouldn't.", he agrees.

"Fox's he's way to little for this. He's afraid of the dark.", I tell him.

"He's going to be alright, he's in heaven, with Jesus.", he tells me, trying to comfort me. "He's happy, he'll never have to suffer."

I nod, his words calm me a little, but the fact still remains my son is lost to me.

I place a single white rose on his grave and then collect myself and stand to my feet, it's cold, it's a cold December night, it's close to Christmas, with that thought I begin to cry again, Christmas, I'll never ever want to celebrate Christmas for as long as I live.