Ch.1
"I don't believe any of this."
He stared at the ground, unable to look at her face, the beautiful face that he had fallen in love with, the face that he swore he never would.
"Whitney Fox? MY best friend?"
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I should have told you-"
"Yea, you should have," she interrupted coldly. Her shoulders shook in the cold. "God Fox! How could you do this?"
He brought her eyes to her, the hurt and pain he saw bringing him to his knees.
"Teresa, please...let me explain."
"My god," she said staring at him. "This was all just part of your plan wasn't it? You and me...you used me to get close to her didn't you?"
"No!" he answered quickly. "Resa, I would never use you."
"Don't call me Resa," she said forcefully. "God I feel so stupid! How could I have ever fallen for you?"
"Teresa, I fell for you too...don't you understand?"
"I understand that you were dating me, telling me you loved me...and secretly seeing Whitney's face every time you looked at me."
"That's not true," he said rising to his feet. "I did fall in love with you Teresa. It was completely unexpected, and fast and wonderful...but it happened."
"Well that's how love is supposed to be Fox...it's supposed to take your breath away."
"And it did," he said inching closer to her. "It still does. Whenever I'm near you or thinking about you...I feel like I have a huge weight on my chest...it's hard for me to even think about air."
"Fox, why should I believe you? You've been lying all this time." Her eyes brimmed with tears. "And I don't want to hurt anymore," she cried, her voice dripping with pain and loss.
Fox felt his own eyes filling up at the sound of her voice.
"I've lost my son," she said staring off into the distance. "And no matter how hard I try, I cant get him back...Antonio was killed by your grandfather...I had to watch him be buried, my oldest brother...and mama...god mama is in some hospital, practically lying on her deathbed. Now I don't know about you Fox, but this is all too much...I cant handle it."
"Teresa, I am so sorry about everything that has happened. You've got to believe me sweetheart...I never meant to hurt you...I would never do anything intentionally that would bring you pain."
"Fox-"she tried to say but he rushed up to her, placing his fingers on her lips.
"Teresa please...let me love you," he whispered.
Her chin started to quiver. She shut her eyes, a single tear rolling down her pale cheek.
"Let me take care of you...let me get rid of all the pain and sorrow that I hear in your voice, see in your face."
"You cant," she whispered back
. "Why not?"
"Because..." her voice trailed off, her eyes opened to look at him.
"Teresa, please...tell me why not?" His face pleaded with her.
"Because I don't deserve to be loved," she said, her voice a hushed murmur.
His eyes searched her face, confusion settling in.
"How can you say that?"
"It's the truth," she said. "I've done too much wrong with my life...I don't deserve to be loved, or happy, or any of that."
"Resa, you deserve everything in the world...please let me give you that..."
She slowly backed away from him, wiping her eyes. "I need some time," she finally said. "don't call me for a couple of days."
With that she turned and walked away. Fox never took his eyes off her.
"I'm sorry," he said once she was gone, no one but the wind hearing his words. He looked up at the sky and sighed. With his hands in his pockets, he walked back to his house, anxiously awaiting the phone call he desperately prayed would come.
"I don't believe any of this."
He stared at the ground, unable to look at her face, the beautiful face that he had fallen in love with, the face that he swore he never would.
"Whitney Fox? MY best friend?"
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I should have told you-"
"Yea, you should have," she interrupted coldly. Her shoulders shook in the cold. "God Fox! How could you do this?"
He brought her eyes to her, the hurt and pain he saw bringing him to his knees.
"Teresa, please...let me explain."
"My god," she said staring at him. "This was all just part of your plan wasn't it? You and me...you used me to get close to her didn't you?"
"No!" he answered quickly. "Resa, I would never use you."
"Don't call me Resa," she said forcefully. "God I feel so stupid! How could I have ever fallen for you?"
"Teresa, I fell for you too...don't you understand?"
"I understand that you were dating me, telling me you loved me...and secretly seeing Whitney's face every time you looked at me."
"That's not true," he said rising to his feet. "I did fall in love with you Teresa. It was completely unexpected, and fast and wonderful...but it happened."
"Well that's how love is supposed to be Fox...it's supposed to take your breath away."
"And it did," he said inching closer to her. "It still does. Whenever I'm near you or thinking about you...I feel like I have a huge weight on my chest...it's hard for me to even think about air."
"Fox, why should I believe you? You've been lying all this time." Her eyes brimmed with tears. "And I don't want to hurt anymore," she cried, her voice dripping with pain and loss.
Fox felt his own eyes filling up at the sound of her voice.
"I've lost my son," she said staring off into the distance. "And no matter how hard I try, I cant get him back...Antonio was killed by your grandfather...I had to watch him be buried, my oldest brother...and mama...god mama is in some hospital, practically lying on her deathbed. Now I don't know about you Fox, but this is all too much...I cant handle it."
"Teresa, I am so sorry about everything that has happened. You've got to believe me sweetheart...I never meant to hurt you...I would never do anything intentionally that would bring you pain."
"Fox-"she tried to say but he rushed up to her, placing his fingers on her lips.
"Teresa please...let me love you," he whispered.
Her chin started to quiver. She shut her eyes, a single tear rolling down her pale cheek.
"Let me take care of you...let me get rid of all the pain and sorrow that I hear in your voice, see in your face."
"You cant," she whispered back
. "Why not?"
"Because..." her voice trailed off, her eyes opened to look at him.
"Teresa, please...tell me why not?" His face pleaded with her.
"Because I don't deserve to be loved," she said, her voice a hushed murmur.
His eyes searched her face, confusion settling in.
"How can you say that?"
"It's the truth," she said. "I've done too much wrong with my life...I don't deserve to be loved, or happy, or any of that."
"Resa, you deserve everything in the world...please let me give you that..."
She slowly backed away from him, wiping her eyes. "I need some time," she finally said. "don't call me for a couple of days."
With that she turned and walked away. Fox never took his eyes off her.
"I'm sorry," he said once she was gone, no one but the wind hearing his words. He looked up at the sky and sighed. With his hands in his pockets, he walked back to his house, anxiously awaiting the phone call he desperately prayed would come.