Chapter 2

Fox Crane sat in the cold room, it seemed like the only time he found peace was when he was in the dark it seemed to calm him, it had ever since her death, she was his one true friend.

"Fox?", he heard her from a far. "Fox, hey I've been looking all over for you.", he turned to her, Whitney Russell the one woman he had thought he loved.

"Whitney.", he uttered, he hadn't seen her since the night his world had turned upside down.

"I'm sorry.", she told him, he turned away from her.

"What's there to be sorry for? I mean, I'm not the person who needs your sympathy, she does. She is dead all because of me.", Fox told her.

"Fox come on it's not your fault, Theresa was stubborn. She was headstrong, she never…."

"I left her alone, I left her to be with my mystery woman.", he watched her look at him with confusion.

"Your mystery woman?", she asked, scooting closer to him.

"Did I stutter?", Fox asked.

"Oh My God, Fox am I your mystery woman?", Whitney asked.

"Yeah, you are.", he tone was angry, bitter. "I left her for you, a woman who is in love with my best friend."

"Fox I…"

"You know what I was a fool, she loved me. I mean in her own ways she cared for me. She cared for me unlike no one else could or ever will."

"Fox…", she placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Don't touch me.", he jerked away from her. "Don't you dare touch me."

"Fox, you are hurting."

"Yeah, I am."

"Fox, please don't try to push me away, don't push your friends away."

He laughed bitterly. "Friends? The only friend I had is dead."

"Fox, that ain't true…"

"Oh really? Whitney, you don't get it, she cared for me and trusted me to keep her safe, but I didn't. I left her for you, I left her in a raging flood to make sure you were okay. She had nobody, her mother is dead, her brothers had to take care of Sheridan and Charity and Beth."

"Fox, you didn't know she would wreck."

"Well, I'm sure she would have been there for me if the roles were reversed."

"Yeah, but…"

"She's dead because of me."

"Fox don't blame this on yourself, Theresa should've been…"

"With me, I should have took care of her. I same as throw her in that high water, I same as held her head under till her last breath came and went."

"Fox, please…"

"Whitney, please just go…"

"Fox…"

"Whitney, damn it let me be."

"okay, but please call me, don't shut me out."

"Bye, Whitney.", he got up and walked her to the door.

"Fox…"

"Bye.", he pushed her gently out the door.

He sighed and placed his head in his hands and for the first time in along time he cried. He cried for her, for her precious son, for himself and the greatest loss of his life the loss of the one person who was by his side through thick and thin.

"Fox…", he heard his youngest brother call, Theresa's son.

The little boy quickly ran into his room. "Fox?", the little boy exclaimed, running to his bed. "I miss mommy.", the boy began to weep.

"I miss her too.", Fox told the boy, Ethan Martin, lay down.

"Can I stay with you?"

"You got it, buddy.". Fox told him, laying down beside the boy.

"Can you read to me.", he asked, looking up at his older brother. "Mom always read to me, it' helps me sleep."

Fox laughed softly. "Yeah, but I uh, I might be bad at this.", he opened the book up and began to read.

A/N : I decided to add a few things to the plot, which a lot of you know I started this over a year ago, let me first say in this story Theresa was never pregnant with Ethan and Gwen's baby, therefore there's no Ethan being raped, also as you read earlier, Pilar is dead. Also this story is going to be a tear jerker, it deals with how one mistake haunts poor Fox to death and how he finds the strength to move on through her son.