Hey all!
I’ve been really frustrated lately with the storylines on Passions. Why won’t
they bring Fox and Theresa back together?! Whyy!? (sigh) anyway, the
Martin/Katherine storyline has really interested me. But I wish it was under
better circumstances. Well.. for my version of this story let’s just pretend
Antonio is alive okay?!
(By the
way.. I was really angry when I wrote this story.. therefore this story was a
product of my anger and I apologize if it doesn’t make any sense. Reviews are
greatly appreciated!)
Disclaimer:
Don’t own Passions!
Regrets
Martin's
point of view
I
stand here starring, just starring at my family. My sons looking at me with a
mix of anger and resentment, my eldest daughter looking at me with horror and
disbelief and my wife, looking utterly horrified and heartbroken.
I have never
felt more like scum.
Katherine
stands next to me, also looking horrified. Antonio stands tall and solemn –
perhaps he is not as affected. But he still looked disappointed. His girlfriend
Beth stands behind him, laying a protective hand on his shoulder, giving him
the support he needed.
Luis looked
murderous. He, other than Pilar was perhaps the most affected by my
abandonment. He was just a boy when I left, just a little boy. And he grew into
such a fine young man. Very honorable and responsible. I was so very honored
when I had learned he named his son after me. Then my spirit had been crushed
when I learned that it was only because it was a favor to Pilar.
Next to Luis,
was Miguel. The look on my youngest son’s face was enough to break my heart. He
look so betrayed. So utterly betrayed.
And Theresa –
words couldn’t begin to describe her horrified expression.
“See what
you’ve done to our family?” Luis calmly asked, anger was evident in her eyes.
He waved his arm around the room, indicating his brothers and sister as well as
his mother, “you broke our family the day you left.”
Miguel stepped
forward, behind him, I could see Kay holding Maria – looking very concerned for
my youngest son. She really does love him. “Are you really our papa?” he asked,
his voice cracking a little under all the emotion.
Slowly, as
tears came to my eyes, I nodded.
Miguel took a
deep breath and looked away for a moment, but when he turned his gaze back
towards me, I was surprised to see how much hatred and anger was in his eyes.
“I hope you
know,” he said venomously, “that we’ve been just fine all these years without
you.”
The words
pierced my heart.
“I… I need to
sit down,” Theresa suddenly said and I was immediately concerned. She was
married to Fox Crane – her name was Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald Crane now – and
was eight months pregnant. Fox quickly rushed to her aid and eased her onto the
couch.
“You’re..
you’re our father,” she quietly murmured in disbelief as Fox sat next to her,
rubbing her backside. “My dad had been alive all this time…”
She looked at
me.
“Why did you
decide to come back now?” Shaking her head, tears began forming in Theresa’s
eyes. “You decide to come back when I don’t need you!”
She was
shouting now, “You weren’t there when I needed you most! You weren’t there to
teach me how to ride my bike.. you weren’t there to see me go on my first
date.. you weren’t there to threaten to beat up the first boy who broke my
heart.. you weren’t there for my graduation.. you weren’t there when I first
fell in love with Fox! You weren’t there when he first proposed to me, you
weren’t there to walk me down the isle!” Theresa took a deep breath, “Why did
you decide to come back now.. when we’re all happy?!”
Theresa’s
questions made me realized how much I had missed out on.
“You know,”
Theresa’s voice continued, pulling me out of my thoughts, “Luis had to
sacrifice a lot to take care of us! Do you know how hard life had been for us?”
“Of course he
doesn’t know,” Luis interrupted, “he was too busy living in paradise to give a
damn about us.”
“Now that’s
not true,” I started to say, but Miguel interrupted.
“Save it. You
were living in paradise, while the rest of us were starving.”
As I looked
around the faces of my family, I realized I could never ask for their
forgiveness. I didn’t deserve it. They have all grown up into fine young
people. Pilar has raised them well. And I deeply regret the way I had left
them. The only thing I’m grateful for, was the chance I had to raise Palmoa.
Maybe one day
they’ll understand why I had to leave.
Maybe someday.
Review!!