Theresa ran out of the mansion. She had to get away from this place. It
was driving her crazy. She grabbed her car keys on the way out and as she
started her car she noticed that Ethan was chasing after her. Fortunately
for her he wouldn't be able to catch her. She needed some time alone.
Some time to clear her head.
She drove to her destination and got out of the car. This had always been one of her favorite places. She stepped up and leaned out over the wooden railing looking down at the water. Her memory flashed back to the day she had thought she had lost Ethan forever. The day she had tried taking her own life here. Something in her made her wish she had accomplished the feat, but that was stupid. She had a gorgeous son now and he needed her. But oh how easy it would be not to deal with everyday struggles.
He walked up to the wharf. He was not certain why, but something seemed to be drawing him there. Usually the wharf was full, but today, for some reason there didn't seem to be many people out. He walked over and saw a young woman bent over the railing look down at the water. Something about her intrigued him. She stood up and that's when he noticed it was her. He thought about going in the opposite direction, but it was too late. She turned around and saw him standing there. They starred at each other for a brief moment, neither knowing what to say.
"Fox." Theresa said.
"In the flesh." He said awkwardly.
Her heart sunk. This wasn't the Fox she had grown to love. This Fox was a broken shell of a man. "It's been awhile, hasn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess so." He ran his fingers through his blond, spikey hair. "So, how have you been?"
"Great." She lied. "How about you?"
"Good. Good." He was lying too. "How's Little E?"
"Oh, he's growing up so fast. You should see him, Fox. He asks about you all the time. He's dying to see you, he misses you so much."
"Really?" Fox asked.
"I enrolled him in t-ball. Maybe you could see him sometime. In fact, he has a game this Friday. Why don't you come?"
"Sure. Maybe I could even pick him up sometime and we could play catch. I think I still have an old mitt somewhere."
They stood in awkward silence for a moment. "Fox, what happened?"
"Theresa, I don't..."
"No, Fox, please. You owe me this. What happened? What happened between us?"
"Why does it matter now? You have your son and you have the man you've always wanted."
"It does matter, Fox Please."
"Theresa! Theresa!" She looked over and saw Ethan running toward her. "God, I've been looking everywhere for you. What the hell happened back there?" He stopped when he saw Fox. "Fox, what are you doing here?"
"It's a free world, Ethan, I can go where ever the hell I want." He looked at Theresa. "It was good seeing you again. Give Little Ethan a hug for me. I'll come pick him up sometime and take him for ice cream or something."
Theresa smiled, "That would be great."
Ethan watched Fox walk away, "Yeah, Theresa, I don't think that was such a good idea."
"What?" She clearly knew what he was going to say.
"Encouraging Fox to spend time with Little Ethan. He's not a very good role model."
"Ethan, we've been over this before. Fox is a good man. He's Little Ethan's uncle and he deserves to spend time with him."
"He's no good." Ethan snapped.
Theresa lost her temper. "Ethan, I swear to God, you're just like everybody else. Why do you do this to him? Why do you all treat him like an outsider?" She raised her voice.
Ethan looked around embarrassed. A few people walking by on the dock, stopped and starred. He lowered his voice to a mere whisper. "Because he is an outsider, Theresa. You saw him. Wonder what his drink of choice is? He's Julian Crane made over and you can't deny that."
"Julian's changed. You yourself have even said that." She shot back.
"Yeah, well, I very much doubt Fox Crane ever will. He's nothing, Theresa, I and suggest you stay away from him. And if I have anything to do with it he will never be able to come near my son."
"Our son, Ethan. He's my son, too, or have you already forgotten that? I'm his mother, I gave birth to him. If he wants to see Fox then he'll see him."
He grabbed Theresa by the arm, "Come on, we're going home. We'll talk about this later when you've had time to calm down."
She drove to her destination and got out of the car. This had always been one of her favorite places. She stepped up and leaned out over the wooden railing looking down at the water. Her memory flashed back to the day she had thought she had lost Ethan forever. The day she had tried taking her own life here. Something in her made her wish she had accomplished the feat, but that was stupid. She had a gorgeous son now and he needed her. But oh how easy it would be not to deal with everyday struggles.
He walked up to the wharf. He was not certain why, but something seemed to be drawing him there. Usually the wharf was full, but today, for some reason there didn't seem to be many people out. He walked over and saw a young woman bent over the railing look down at the water. Something about her intrigued him. She stood up and that's when he noticed it was her. He thought about going in the opposite direction, but it was too late. She turned around and saw him standing there. They starred at each other for a brief moment, neither knowing what to say.
"Fox." Theresa said.
"In the flesh." He said awkwardly.
Her heart sunk. This wasn't the Fox she had grown to love. This Fox was a broken shell of a man. "It's been awhile, hasn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess so." He ran his fingers through his blond, spikey hair. "So, how have you been?"
"Great." She lied. "How about you?"
"Good. Good." He was lying too. "How's Little E?"
"Oh, he's growing up so fast. You should see him, Fox. He asks about you all the time. He's dying to see you, he misses you so much."
"Really?" Fox asked.
"I enrolled him in t-ball. Maybe you could see him sometime. In fact, he has a game this Friday. Why don't you come?"
"Sure. Maybe I could even pick him up sometime and we could play catch. I think I still have an old mitt somewhere."
They stood in awkward silence for a moment. "Fox, what happened?"
"Theresa, I don't..."
"No, Fox, please. You owe me this. What happened? What happened between us?"
"Why does it matter now? You have your son and you have the man you've always wanted."
"It does matter, Fox Please."
"Theresa! Theresa!" She looked over and saw Ethan running toward her. "God, I've been looking everywhere for you. What the hell happened back there?" He stopped when he saw Fox. "Fox, what are you doing here?"
"It's a free world, Ethan, I can go where ever the hell I want." He looked at Theresa. "It was good seeing you again. Give Little Ethan a hug for me. I'll come pick him up sometime and take him for ice cream or something."
Theresa smiled, "That would be great."
Ethan watched Fox walk away, "Yeah, Theresa, I don't think that was such a good idea."
"What?" She clearly knew what he was going to say.
"Encouraging Fox to spend time with Little Ethan. He's not a very good role model."
"Ethan, we've been over this before. Fox is a good man. He's Little Ethan's uncle and he deserves to spend time with him."
"He's no good." Ethan snapped.
Theresa lost her temper. "Ethan, I swear to God, you're just like everybody else. Why do you do this to him? Why do you all treat him like an outsider?" She raised her voice.
Ethan looked around embarrassed. A few people walking by on the dock, stopped and starred. He lowered his voice to a mere whisper. "Because he is an outsider, Theresa. You saw him. Wonder what his drink of choice is? He's Julian Crane made over and you can't deny that."
"Julian's changed. You yourself have even said that." She shot back.
"Yeah, well, I very much doubt Fox Crane ever will. He's nothing, Theresa, I and suggest you stay away from him. And if I have anything to do with it he will never be able to come near my son."
"Our son, Ethan. He's my son, too, or have you already forgotten that? I'm his mother, I gave birth to him. If he wants to see Fox then he'll see him."
He grabbed Theresa by the arm, "Come on, we're going home. We'll talk about this later when you've had time to calm down."