Theresa crept toward Alistair's lair, numb and hoping for a miracle. She couldn't see what Ethan was, what he was meant for. He was meant for her alright, but it wasn't for love, it was to destroy her, and open her eyes to the real world. She couldn't be a dreamer anymore, and because she was, it ultimately led to her own downfall. Her kids would now be raised be monsters. The loves of her life were never including Ethan. Ethan was just a fantasy she grew up with, her dream to be Cinderella and live happily ever after was never a possibility. Little Ethan and Jane were the love of her life, and she basically fed them to the wolves in order to get what she thought she wanted.
"My children were all I needed to be happy, why I needed to relinquish that happiness for a pathetic excuse for a man is beyond my understanding now." Theresa thought.
The door was only inches away now; there was only a door that stood between Theresa and her true fate. What was Alistair going to do to her? Was he going to punish her? Her kids? Her family? She didn't know what was in store for her or anyone around her. She could only pray that she would be the only one punished, and that Alistair wouldn't inflict any pain on anyone else.
"Okay, Theresa, get a grip!"
She whispered to herself but then her thoughts took over her soul. "How can I get a grip if my children, my family and I could be on the line? Why didn't I listen to my mother, Whitney, Luis and everyone else in Harmony when they told me to move on? How could I have created such an illusion of what I wanted when what I could ever hope for was waiting for me at home to tuck them in? People say that a life without love is no life at all. But what they forget to include is what kind of love is required. No man in your life should control whether or not you can live happy and fulfilled. No man or woman other than yourself should be able to take away your happiness. If you're content with your own self, you shouldn't need a man to confirm it."
Theresa placed one hand on the doorknob, but she refused to turn it. She could sense that the old man was behind the other side, waiting for her to confess her unsuccessful breakdown to Ethan.
"Its time for me to face my fears, and take what is on my plate. I'll finish whatever is served to me and I'll become stronger in the end." Theresa mumbled to herself, hoping to gain a little courage.
Theresa rotated the knob and to her irritation was Alistair Crane, sitting only a few feet from her, puffing through a pipe with smoke circles twisting around him.
"How could I have said that to Theresa? All she ever did was love me, risk her life to save mine, and give everything she had to be with me. And what do I do? I take it all and give her nothing."
Ethan stirred on his bed, and fell asleep, tossing and turning. He woke up in a cold sweat. Something was wrong. He felt like someone had reached into his heart, twisted it upside down, and he could no longer breathe. Time had diminished since he had last seen Theresa; it had been essentially 5 hours since he last drifted. Ethan started to shake uncontrollably, he didn't know what was happening, but he felt like he was in danger and couldn't do anything to stop him. His life was about to end and there wasn't a Theresa here this time to save him.
No, it's not him, it was someone else. It was his heart, his true love, his soul mate and destiny. Theresa was in trouble, not the, "I broke a nail trouble", the "my last breath on Earth" trouble.
Ethan scrambled up off his bed and ran out the door.
Ethan searched the whole hotel for Theresa with no luck. He was tossing himself around a corner one more time—that is until he ran into Alistair.
"Alistair?"
"Yes, Ethan it's me. Surprise!"
Ethan was outraged, why the hell was he alive when both of his children, innocent children were killed.
"It doesn't seem you're very happy to see me."
"Oh, really, what was your clue?"
"Now Ethan, there's no need to get nasty."
"Oh, shut up, Alistair, its not like there's a decent bone in your entire body."
"I'm guessing you're looking for Theresa."
Ethan's gut wrenched, he knew something was wrong, and it was Alistair.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER ALISTAIR?"
"Oh, save your breath, you drama queen! I didn't do anything to Theresa; no, no, this was all because of you."
"Me? How could I be to blame for something I know you did?"
"Why don't you follow this way Ethan and I'll show you why."
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