Ch.6
"Have you seen Teresa?"
Fox walked around the house looking for her.
"I haven't seen her since we got back from the funeral," Luis said. "She hasn't been doing to well these past few days."
"I know," he sighed. "I'm going to go see if I can find her."
He walked through the crowd of people. Friends, family, that had come from out of town to Pilar's funeral. They were all at the Lopez-Fitzgerald house after the burial.
"Excuse me."
Fox bumped into Chad.
"Fox."
"Chad, I need to find Teresa alright."
"Listen," he said. "I'm still mad about everything Fox...and we still need to talk...but I'm sorry about the other day...I went too far."
"You don't have to apologize Chad," Fox said. "And I really do want to talk about everything. But right now, I have to go."
He smiled as he walked away.
"Well that was unexpected," he said to himself.
He couldn't find Teresa outside.
"Maybe she's upstairs," Whitney said.
He slowly walked up the stairs, looking at the pictures that hung on the wall as he climbed up.
Teresa and her borhteres.
Pilar and her husband.
They pictures were old, snapshots of the past.
A real family.
He made it upstairs and checked Teresa;s room.
Empty.
He walked down the hall and peered in Pilar's room.
She was there, lying face up on her bed.
Fox slowly walked in and laid beside her on his stomach.
She didn't look at him. Her eyes were unmoving, barely blinking as she stared at the ceiling.
"Hey," Fox said quietly.
"Hi."
He hated hearing her sound so small, so weak. She was such a bright, intellingent, outspoken person.
But that was the old Teresa. Before her world came crashing down.
"Are you alright?"
She bit her lip.
"I'm leaving Fox."
"What, the party? I'll go with you..."
"Not the party," she said sadly. "I'm leaving Harmony."
He looked at her.
"What are you talking about?"
She sighed.
"I have nothing here Fox. Nothing. And now that mama's gone...I have no one."
"You have me Teresa."
She looked over at him, his sad expressiong catching her off guard.
She smiled sadly as she reached up and gently stroked his cheek with her palm.
"I don't have you Fox," she said. "I never did."
He grabbed her hand and kissed it.
"You know that's not true," he whispered. "Please don't go...please don't leave me."
She sat up.
"I'm sorry."
She stood up and began walking towards the door.
"I'll go with you." Fox said following her.
She turned around.
"What?"
"If you leave town...I'll go with you."
"Fox, no."
"Why not?" he asked, his voice dripping with despair. "God Teresa, you say you have no one left here for you to stay for? How do you think I'm going to feel if you leave?"
"You have your family Fox...and friends...and you have Whitney."
"I don't want her," he said sternly. "I don't want any of the them...all I want is you."
He put his hands up.
"Please don't make me beg Teresa."
"I have to go downstairs now," she said.
She turned around and walked away, leaving Fox alone.
"Dammit!" he screamed after she had gone, picking up a chair in the room and throwing it against a dresser, knocking it over.
Papers fell out, flying everywhere.
He sighed angrily as he bent down to pick them up.
He was almost done when he saw something on the floor. He picked it up.
IT was a plane ticket.
He read it.
She was leaving tomorrow, heading for New York, and 1:15.
Fox smiled.
He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number.
"Jerry? It's Fox Crane."
"Hey Fox, how are you?"
"I'm good, I'm good. Listen Jerry, I need a favor."
"You name it."
"I need to make a flight reservation for tomorrow."
"where to?"
"New York my man," Fox said.
"What's in New York?"
Fox smiled.
"My future."
"Have you seen Teresa?"
Fox walked around the house looking for her.
"I haven't seen her since we got back from the funeral," Luis said. "She hasn't been doing to well these past few days."
"I know," he sighed. "I'm going to go see if I can find her."
He walked through the crowd of people. Friends, family, that had come from out of town to Pilar's funeral. They were all at the Lopez-Fitzgerald house after the burial.
"Excuse me."
Fox bumped into Chad.
"Fox."
"Chad, I need to find Teresa alright."
"Listen," he said. "I'm still mad about everything Fox...and we still need to talk...but I'm sorry about the other day...I went too far."
"You don't have to apologize Chad," Fox said. "And I really do want to talk about everything. But right now, I have to go."
He smiled as he walked away.
"Well that was unexpected," he said to himself.
He couldn't find Teresa outside.
"Maybe she's upstairs," Whitney said.
He slowly walked up the stairs, looking at the pictures that hung on the wall as he climbed up.
Teresa and her borhteres.
Pilar and her husband.
They pictures were old, snapshots of the past.
A real family.
He made it upstairs and checked Teresa;s room.
Empty.
He walked down the hall and peered in Pilar's room.
She was there, lying face up on her bed.
Fox slowly walked in and laid beside her on his stomach.
She didn't look at him. Her eyes were unmoving, barely blinking as she stared at the ceiling.
"Hey," Fox said quietly.
"Hi."
He hated hearing her sound so small, so weak. She was such a bright, intellingent, outspoken person.
But that was the old Teresa. Before her world came crashing down.
"Are you alright?"
She bit her lip.
"I'm leaving Fox."
"What, the party? I'll go with you..."
"Not the party," she said sadly. "I'm leaving Harmony."
He looked at her.
"What are you talking about?"
She sighed.
"I have nothing here Fox. Nothing. And now that mama's gone...I have no one."
"You have me Teresa."
She looked over at him, his sad expressiong catching her off guard.
She smiled sadly as she reached up and gently stroked his cheek with her palm.
"I don't have you Fox," she said. "I never did."
He grabbed her hand and kissed it.
"You know that's not true," he whispered. "Please don't go...please don't leave me."
She sat up.
"I'm sorry."
She stood up and began walking towards the door.
"I'll go with you." Fox said following her.
She turned around.
"What?"
"If you leave town...I'll go with you."
"Fox, no."
"Why not?" he asked, his voice dripping with despair. "God Teresa, you say you have no one left here for you to stay for? How do you think I'm going to feel if you leave?"
"You have your family Fox...and friends...and you have Whitney."
"I don't want her," he said sternly. "I don't want any of the them...all I want is you."
He put his hands up.
"Please don't make me beg Teresa."
"I have to go downstairs now," she said.
She turned around and walked away, leaving Fox alone.
"Dammit!" he screamed after she had gone, picking up a chair in the room and throwing it against a dresser, knocking it over.
Papers fell out, flying everywhere.
He sighed angrily as he bent down to pick them up.
He was almost done when he saw something on the floor. He picked it up.
IT was a plane ticket.
He read it.
She was leaving tomorrow, heading for New York, and 1:15.
Fox smiled.
He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number.
"Jerry? It's Fox Crane."
"Hey Fox, how are you?"
"I'm good, I'm good. Listen Jerry, I need a favor."
"You name it."
"I need to make a flight reservation for tomorrow."
"where to?"
"New York my man," Fox said.
"What's in New York?"
Fox smiled.
"My future."