So due to mega awful brutal food poisioning, I'm finding it a struggle to write which is difficult for me considering I can write two to three stories a day easily so if this sucks, I'm sorry!

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Constance thought she had finally lost her mind as she stared up at the celling. Over the last three months since she lost her precious boy, she had heard footsteps coming from his bedroom. Heavy steps followed by softer, more feminine.

"He's dead, woman." She muttered to herself, finishing her vodka & taking the empty glass to the kitchen. The footsteps continued then there was a loud bang, as if something had fallen. Putting the empty glass in the sink beside the pile of dishes that had gathered over the last few weeks, she took off her high heels & headed upstairs.

Slowly, the older woman approached her son's bedroom. If this was some kids playing a joke, she would have them arrested & have a long talk to their parents. The door was slightly ajar as she went to walk towards it. There was a noise as someone closed the closet & walked towards the bed. A bag zipped & there was a creak as the bed moved. It took Constance around ten minutes to finally find the courage to push the door opened before marching in.

"Get out of my house before I call the police" She started but her voice trailed off as she took in the sight in front of her. A young couple were on the bed. The boy leaned against the wall as the girl sat in between his legs, her back against his chest as she held her. They were both blonde, both a beautiful sight to behold as their heads snapped up to look at her, both of their young faces filled with panic. "Tate? Scarlett? How can...I don't..." & she began to cry hysterically as the teenagers climbed off the bed, grabbing their backpacks. "Tate" He looked at his mother before grabbing his girlfriend's hand as they both began to run to the door just behind her, running out of the room before going down the stairs. Constance chased after them, begging them both to stop.

As they turned the corner towards the kitchen, the older women thought she had caught them but they were gone as she ran into the room, out of breath & blinded by tears.

"Tate? Scarlett? Please come back, please!" She cried, looking around for a sign of them but there wasn't one. "Tate, honey. Please" She waited for a while before accepting that they weren't coming back. "Constance, you've gone mad" & she sat down, lit a cigarette & drank vodka from the bottle. Mad. That's the only excuse for seeing her dead son & his dead girlfriend. Taking another drink, the woman put her head in her ageing hands & sobbed.

Scarlett felt horrible as she sat in the basement. Never did she think she would feel guilty because of Constance but the poor woman looked so happy to see her son, that she was starting to wish they had stopped when she asked them to. She have never seen the older woman so broken, nothing like the heartless old bitch Scarlett had thought she was.

"What's wrong?" Tate asked as he sat down beside her.

"I can't stop thinking about your mom, Tate. That look on her face when she saw us" & she looked at him. He nodded.

"I know but Nora said we can't talk to her, Scar. If she tells anyone she can her dead son & his dead girlfriend, they'll think she's lost her mind & lock her up then what happens to Addie?" He had a point. Tate's sister was devastated by the couple's death, refusing to leave her bedroom. It broke their hearts to hear her cry for them, both of them a lot closer than she realised, both desperate to comfort but knowing they couldn't. Not yet anyway. It wouldn't be fair to Addie or Constance when both of their grief was still so raw & painful. Scarlett wondered how Brett had taken the news of her passing, if he was mourning her or not. The latter, she assumed. She would be surprised if her father had even realised that she was gone.

"You've got your thinking face" Tate interrupted her, his hand on her thigh.

"I was just wondering if Brett misses me, if he's even noticed that I'm gone" She admitted, pulling at sweater she had on. Over the last few months, the couple both had to start wearing Tate's clothes as that was all that was available. It hung loose & long on her curvy yet petite frame, his tshirts hanging to the 5foot 2 blonde's knees but she was grateful he let her pick whatever she wanted. They would sneak into the kitchen when Constance was out & Addie was in her room & handwash everything they needed before hanging them to dry in the basement with the small window open to let the warm spring air to dry them.

"About Brett" Tate started, standing up & slowly walking away.

"Yeah?" She replied, watching him. He took a deep breath & turned around to face her.

"Before you woke up, I did a few things" Her eyebrows went up as he said this. What the hell was he about to land on her now?

"Like?" Scarlett stood up, arms folded at her chest, waiting on his reply.

"I went to Larry's office & set him on fire" He confessed & Scarlett felt like she was gonna vomit. She didn't mind Larry, he didn't deserve such a horrendous act. Tate's eyes filled with tears as she stared at him, her mouth in a grim straight line.

"Tate, that's just plain evil" Scarlett whispered before shaking her head as he reached for her. He needed her touch, to know she was still his.

"I know. I was just so angry & I wanted to take it out on the people I hated." He didn't want to say the next part but he knew he had to if he wanted a clean slate with his girlfriend. She was walking away from him when he spoke again.

"I killed Brett" & she spun round.

"What?" Her gentle voice was filled with shock.

"I went to your house. He opened the door & asked me who I was. I told him I was your boyfriend & he wasn't gonna hurt you ever again." Tate wiped his eyes, hating himself for having to tell his beautiful girl this. "He laughed at me & told me he could do what he wanted with you & he wasn't gonna have some kid tell him what he could do in his home with his daughter & I lost it, Scar. I followed him inside & he collapsed on the couch. He was so drunk, he could barely stand. He fell asleep & I took a pillow & put it over his face until he stopped kicking" Tate couldn't look at Scarlett.

"He was all I had, Tate. No one will miss me now" She could barely speak as it hit her. "I don't have any other family apart from Brett & now there was no one to visit my grave. Do I even have one? What if my body was unclaimed, would they cremate me? Bury me in an unmarked grave?" Scarlett stared straight ahead as she hysterically babbled. Tate grabbed her shoulders & pulled her over to him. He held her so tight, she couldn't move.

"Constance claimed your body" He told her. "I heard with the crime scene people after they had finished with my room. She said you dad was a useless drunk & that she would take full responsibility for you & your funeral" & Scarlett pulled back, looking up at him.

"Your mom buried me?" She was in shock at the older woman's incredibly kind gesture.

Yeah" Tate nodded. He was surprised to that his mother had taken care of his girlfriend in death considering she pretty much hated her in life. "We had a joint service. Only Constance, Addie & the priest were there. She didn't wanna make it a circus & have everyone turn up, wanting to have a look at the school shooter & his last victim. She wanted us to have as dignifed a funeral as she could afford"

"Tate, how do you know all this?" She asked, confused as to how he knew so much detail.

"Constance speaks out loud, like she knew I was here. I hear her sometimes when you're asleep" He confessed, kissing his girlfriend gently.

"I can't believe it" Scarlett was in shock.

"Neither can I but I couldn't leave you there now, could I? You stayed with my perfect boy after he put a bullet through you" Constance southern accent spoke from the stairs as she came down them & into sight. "Hello, honey" She smiled sadly at Tate. The young couple both tensed up, both ready to run. "I knew you were here all along"

"Constance" Tate whispered, as the older woman looked at him, joy on her ageing face at seeing her lost son again.

"I'll be waiting for you when you're ready to talk" She told him, beginning to walk back upstairs. Tate & Scarlett looked at each other, both unsure of what had just happened. There was silence for a minutes.

"Well I'll be dammed" Tate shook his head as they both realised their secret was out.