Chapter 3

A/N: This chapter is truly sadistic, I keep questioning myself as I wrote it, but it seems fitting. Enjoy.

I guess you're wondering how I bounced back from that one, well some might say I didn't, if you were to look at my wrist and see the deep scars and fresh cuts you'd say I'm mentally instable. But, I never could quite do it, I never could get the nerve to end it.

The razor connects with my skin and a drop of blood comes, that ain't enough though I want to hurt I want to feel something, I'm sick of being numb, I feel the blood ooze out, the pain is so welcoming, the blood so soothing it shows I'm human, I now feel just a sample of what my son did.

"Theresa….", mama calls out, I quickly hide the razor and pull down my black long sleeve shirt, black, my new favorite color it matches me perfectly.

"What?", I ask, opening the door.

"You've been in there so long.", mama tells me.

"I was just taking a bath.", I tell her. "Among other things."

She looks at me like I'm some alien. "Fox called."

Fox my heart leaps. "What did he want?"

"To see if you want to join him, Whitney and Chad at the Blue note.", she tells me.

"Not to night, I'm…not to night mama.", I tell her.

I guess you must think I'm insane? Crazy? Well if you think this is insane and crazy things are to get a little more bizarre.

"Are you crazy? Theresa come on you can't be serious.", Whit tells me.

"I'm dead serious.", I reply.

"You're going to purposely hurt Rebecca?", Whitney asks as if she's shock.

"No.", I reply, with a look of determination and hatred in my eyes. "I'm going to kill that bitch. Gwen will finally see what pain I'm going through, she'll finally know what it feels like to lose the person you care the most for.", I tell her, Fox looks at me he hasn't said a word, he simply stares at me with amazement and fear.

"Theresa, come on you don't mean that.", he finally say something after much silence.

I nod my head yes. "Yeah, I do."

He looks at me. "Theresa, as much as I despise the woman I don't want her dead."

"Well, I do, she tries to justify her daughters action, hell it was Rebecca's gun Gwen used, she and that daughter of hers killed my precious little boy, I want her to pay, I want her to suffer a cruel death at my hands, I want to watch as the blood flows from body, I want to watch her take her last breath.", I tell them, Fox looks at me.

"Theresa, come on you're not thinking, straight.", Whitney tells me.

"I've gave this a lot of thought Whit, I'm going to kill the bitch and then I'm going to make sure Gwen rots in prison.", I reply.

"Theresa, this ain't you talking, okay. The Theresa I know would never hurt a fly.", Fox tells me.

"Well, she's dead, she died when my son died, I'm no long the sweet nice do over, I'm cruel, heartless….", I began.

He looks at me, he can tell I'm for real about this. "I'll help you.", he tells me interrupting me.

"Are you crazy, Fox come on.", Whitney begins.

"No, Theresa, I'll - I'll help you.", he tells me.

"Thank you, Whit?", I ask, I know she's to goody goody for this.

"No.", She replies. "Theresa, I can't…."

"Okay, then.", I reply.

I guess you're wondering what could possible drive me to such lengths of cruelty, well that simple, I see it as an eye for and eye, she killed my son and I killed her mother.

I watch in the shadows as the sniper I hired shots Rebecca as she climbs into her Lincoln, I laugh in side, the bitch is going to die, she's finally going to pay for what she did to my son, she'll finally feeling just what my son had, she's feeling her lungs fill with blood, she's feeling blood come from her pathetic fat ass. She's feeling her last breath leave her body, she's meeting father death, in the most supreme way.

I walk over to her body, she's still breathing, she looks up at me. "Theresa…please."

"Please what, Rebecca, save you? Why should I, hmm, why should I?", I ask.

"Please, I - Theresa.", she's in her final moments of life.

"Why, Rebecca you helped kill my son.", I hiss. "Why should I help you?"

"Theresa.", she dead, she dead, I know it.

I pick up my cell and call the ambulance to remove the trash from the pier.

Now, after that I had some peace, Rebecca had felt what my son had felt, she'd felt the bullet go through her and felt the blood and experienced her last breath and I had been there, hell I'd given anything to know what was going through her mind as she died and I refused to help her. And, thanks to Fox I'd never was connected to her death, it had been past of on Sean Owens a inmate who was on death row, he clamed he and Rebecca were lovers and he settled the score by killing Ms. Hotchkiss, hell if I didn't know the truth I would have believed him he laughed as he told of her death. After that Fox and I became very close, he had helped me after all as for Whitney she distanced herself from me, she told me I was psychotic and till I got help she wanted nothing to do with me, but often wonder if she hated me for what I did then why in the hell was she and Fox so chum, heck he was the one who called the hit man, set up Rebecca at the pier, everything I had done.

"Oh, God.", I sigh, as I get back to the mansion Fox is waiting for me.

"Is she…", he begins.

I nod. "Yeah, she's in hell burning."

Fox looks at me, then smirks. "I can't believe…I'm truly losing it Resa."

I smirk, "Thank you for helping."

"What are friends for.", Fox tells me, I jump in his arms and he spins me around, we both feel like teenager girls at our first concert on cloud night. I know deep down inside he thinks it was wrong, but he pretends to be happy, just because I am.

I look at him. "This was wrong.", I whisper. "Fox, I never wanted…God, I never, Fox I killed her."

"What?", Ethan asks, walking in.

I turn to him, he looks at me like I'm dirt. "You killed Rebecca?",

"No.", Fox quickly replies. "Theresa, feels bad, because she couldn't call the ambulance fast enough to save Rebecca.", he lies and gives my hand a gentle squeeze as to say, stay calm.

"Oh.", Ethan replied. "Theresa, I'm…"

"Let it go big bro, besides I think Resa, could use sometime alone, with everything that's happened tonight and she still ain't over her son's death.", Fox tells him, he rubs his fingers over my knuckles trying to comfort me.

"Resa, what in the hell?", Ethan asks, or Ethass I like to refer to him these days.

"What?", Fox asks.

"Resa? What in the hell, Fox I'm not going to let you play her, she's too…", Ethan begins.

"Ethan, Fox isn't playing me, he is my friend, he doesn't put me on like a pair of old sneakers, he's always there for me, and if I want to shack up with him I will, which FYI, I am.", I lie, Fox smirks.

"Fox, I'll…", Ethan begins coming towards him.

"Sit the hell down and shut the fk up.", I tell him. "Ethan, you can not dictate my life, see you're married to Gwen, the psychotic bitch who killed my son, see I think that's just lovely, Gwen will never divorce you, and well if you step on her, hell she'll kill you. I mean, we all know she's…a little crazy and well so are you. Crazy or is it jealousy, see I'm sleeping with the uh, the better man and well, you aren't to happy, are you?", I ask,

Fox smirks, I turn to him. "Come on baby, there's nothing left to say here.", I take his hand and JERing him to his room.

Now I guess your wondering what would posses me to hate Ethan, well once again that simple. See he's got no balls when it come to his wifey, she leads him around on a collar.

"Oh, Theresa, I forgot, I'm representing Gwen, I thinks she's truly sorry for what she did.", Ethan tells me.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry isn't bring Ethan Martin back, sorry will not fill the void I have in my life, sorry, sorry, she's sorry? Ethan, she's not sorry nor is she sympathetic, nor is she sane But, sane or not that bitch killed my son, she took my little boy from me and I'll be damn if she gets away free she will pay."

"Tacosita, at it again, hmm? Listen, Theresa, why don't we call it even I mean you lost your son Gwennie lost her daughter, we're tied, we're even, we can finally…", Rebecca begin.

"Are you crazy? Gwen killed my son and I'll be damn if I let her get away with it.", I tell them and storm off.

A/N 2: Okay, please don't kill me, please no bashing, this chapter was dark and yes I know no one in the right mind would do such a thing, but keep in mind she's lost everything.