Everyone thinks Constance didn't really love her children but I just wanted to post a sweet moment between Constance and Tate~
Tate laid on his bed, he'd just finished snorting a line and was flying pretty high at the moment. Of course Constance chose that exact moment to knock on his door killing his buzz slightly. "Tate honey can I talk to you?" She asked and he shook his head. "Why should I bother saying no? You'll just barge in anyways." He said and Constance opened the door, she looked troubled by something. "What's wrong mom?" Tate asked looking confused normally Constance retained the look of superiority and control no matter the situation. "Tate honey I know you're upset about me getting together with Larry but can you please try to make nice with him, he's a good man Tate." Now Tate's eyes narrowed, that was just like Constance play all weak and innocent to get what she wanted out of him well it wasn't fucking happening, but he'd play along. "I'll try mom, but I can't promise anything." Constance nodded smiling and kissed his forehead. "That's my good boy now come on dinners almost ready" With that she exited the room and Tate smirked. 'I'll show her making nice.' Tate thought and he went down stairs for dinner.
"Now who wants to say Grace?" Asked Constance and Tate smiled. "Oh mother, can I?" he asked playing innocent as she had done earlier. "Why of course Tate." Constance said looking slightly wary of what her son might do.
"Dear God, thank you for the salty pig meat we are about to eat, along with the rest of the indigestible swill. And thank you for our new charade of our family. My father ran away when I was only six. If I'd have known any better, I would have joined him. And, also, because she's been trying to keep the house, Lord, a big thank you for blinding the asshole that's doing my mother, so that he can't see what everybody knows…she doesn't really love him." Addie smiled brightly. "Amen." Now Tate and Constance began yelling at each other and Tate stormed out slowly thinking up a dark plan. He snorted a couple more lines and prepared for the next day.
He walked into his stepfather's office. "Tate? What are you doing here? Don't you have school?" He asked and Tate nodded. "Yeah I'm going right after." Larry gave him a look. "After what?" he asked and then he was distracted by the phone and Tate put his plot in motion dumping gasoline all over Larry lighting a match and setting him ablaze.
Tate then proceeded onto his school shooting everyone who got in his way. After he'd finished with sending all of them to a better place he left and started to go towards home. "Tate? Tate why are you home so early? Tate?!" Constance tried following him up the stairs tried nagging him and he shut the door in her face finally blocking her obnoxious voice. He heard the sirens of cop cars screeching up their drive and he smirked sitting on his bed calmly.
"Why are you here?! My son didn't do anything!" Constance was still trying to protect him, even though it was useless. The police busted down his door and he looked at them as they barked their orders. He stood up and put his hand to his head mimicking a gun going off. He went to grab his gun and was shot seventeen times through the chest. The last thing he heard was his mothers shrieking sobs as she heard their guns fire. 'Maybe…maybe she did give a shit about me after all.' Tate thought as he died.~