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Tate & Scarlett lived in harmony with his mother & sister for fifteen years. After the shock of seeing her little brother & his girlfriend in front of her, Addie was finally happy again. The mother & daughter aged every year, while the young couple stayed young & beautiful.

"Tate, honey" His mother called from her bedroom. After a few minutes, he appeared at the door. Alone. It was a rare sight to see him on his own. "Where's Scarlett?" She asked, patting the bed for him to sit down. The teenager didn't move.

"She's asleep. What is it?" He snapped, arms folded across his chest as he glared at Constance.

"I have to sell the house, Tate. I can't afford to pay the mortage anymore" She looked at his face, ashamed that she had to do this but she didn't have a choice. It was too damn expensive to live here.

"What?" He was clearly shocked, not expecting this news at all. Suddenly he vanished from sight, almost giving the older woman a heart attack. She could never get use to the disappearing act her son was seemingly a pro at.

"Scar, babe. Wake up" Tate gently shook his sleeping beauty. After a minute, she woke up. Her green eyes tired as she sat up.

"Are you okay?" She asked, her hand on his arm as he looked at her. Panic took over her perfect face as thoughts ran through her mind.

"Constance is selling the house" He practically spat out as he tripped over his looked at him, a weird expression on her face. Tate pulled her into his arms & held her as tight as he could as the full severity hit them both like trucks.

"What are we gonna do, Tate?" The little blonde asked, emotion causing her voice to break. Her boyfriend kissed her hair before gently pulling away from the embrace.

"I don't know, baby" He replied. He really didn't know. As thoughts went through his head, Tate lay down on the bed, pulling his girl down beside him & moved her onto her side so he could spoon her from behind, his arms tight around her waist as he breathed in her scent. Coconut & cheap perfume. The smell had never left her. Even after all those years. The couple knew it was the year 2009, that Kurt Cobain died a month after they had, that everyone blamed Courtney Love for his suicide, that the school shooter & his girlfriend/last victim had become some sort of warped icons to messed up teenagers who thought their story was like a grunge Romeo & Juliet & that Constance had been offered mega money from some Hollywood hotshot who wanted to make the Westfield high massacre of 1994 into a movie but he needed the rights to Tate Langdon & Scarlett Smith before he began casting. Constance said no, finding the whole idea vile, tasteless & awful, opening old wounds. It would be a freak show & she had to protect her precious boy.

The couple lay in each others arms all night until Scarlett sat up. Her boyfriend didn't even flinch as he slept on. Grabbing his stripped green & black sweater, she shoved it on over her black baby doll dress before putting on her thigh high black socks & her Doc Martern boots. Sighing, she rubbed her make up free face before closing her eyes. When she opened them, she was in the kitchen. Taking a glass from the side of the sink, the blonde turned on the cold faucet & filled the glass before turning it off & taking a long drink.

"Hello Scarlett" A voice said from behind her. She choked on the water, coughing as she tried to catch her breath & dropped the glass which smashed all over the floor. The scared teenager turned around & was met by a man she had never seen before. He was in an old fashioned suit & had dried blood on his head.

"Who are you?" She managed to say. He smirked before slowly walking over to her, like a lion approaching his prey.

"Hugo Langdon. I've seen you around the house & I gotta say, you're one beautiful girl" He moved her bangs from her face. Scarlett felt sick.

"You're Tate's dad?" She whispered, slapping his hand from her face & pushing him away. No. This wasn't happening. Tate's dad had left Constance, he wasn't dead. This man was basically her father in law & here he was, trying to seduce her.

"I was" He replied, backing her into the counter & blocking her in. Scarlett's mouth went dry as fear ran through her veins. As she went to scream for her boyfriend, the older man clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Go away, you pathetic, worthless son of a bitch" Constance spat from behind them, venom in every word as her ex husband vanished. Scarlett let out a sob, covering her mouth with her hand as she held back her tears. Arms were quickly around her as Constance pulled her into a hug.

"Thank you, Constance. Thank you" She sobbed as the woman soothed her. She had never experienced motherly affection & it only added to her already overwhelmed state.

"Hush, child. No need to thank me" She told the devastated girl in her arms.

Constance sat at the kitchen table & told her son's girlfriend the truth about what happened to her ex husband. It was like a huge weight was lifted off of her shoulders after all those years. Scarlett just listened, nodding. The teenager was so mature compared to Tate. She didn't judge or fly off the handle & storm off. It made Constance wish that she had given the girl a chance when she was alive, realising that she wasn't a bad girl. In fact, she was more adult that most people Constance knew.

"You can't tell Tate" She made the young girl promise. Scarlett was reluctant, she didn't have any secrets from her boyfriend & she didn't wanna start now. After a few minutes, she slowly nodded. "I have something else I have to tell you, sweetheart" She all but whispered. Constance had kept this secret since that day in 1994 when her son had killed the girl in front of her. It had eaten away at her every single second of everyday since. It was time it was told. Standing up, the older woman went to her purse, took out a folded piece of paper & handed it to the confused teenage. Opening it slowly, Scarlett noticed it was creased, as if it had been opened & closed many times. Her green eyes read over it. It was her death certificate. She read over the details.

Scarlett Jane Smith
17 years old
18 April 1977
Bullet wound to abdomen (right side)
Homocide
Victim around 14 weeks pregnant. Infant girl dead in womb

Scarlett re-read the last part over & over again.

"I was...I was pregnant?" She was surprised she could even find her voice. Before she had died, she had put on a little weight but still had her period & felt fine. Tears started to fall as she stood up, grabbing the paper before looking at the older woman. "Thank you, Constance" & the blonde girl thought of the upstairs bathroom as she closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes, she was in the bathroom & collapsed on the floor, letting out a pained cry. This was too much for her. There was a loud bang at the door as someone tried to open it.

"Scarlett? Open the door!" Tate yelled, his voice full of worry. His girlfriend staggered to her feet & quickly rubbed her face. Opening the door, she pushed by her concerned boyfriend who grabbed her arm, stopping her & forcing her to face him. "What's happened, babe?" He asked, forcing her to look at him. Scarlett couldn't look at him. Pulling away from him, the blonde walked into the room, slamming the door & throwing herself down on the bed. Tate was standing at the bottom of the bed as he tried to work out what the fuck had caused his girlfriend's out of character meltdown. "Scar, please, tell me what's wrong" He was practically begging her now. A folded piece of paper was thrown at him & he opened it. Scarlett's death certificate. She disappeared from the bed & out of sight as the brown eyed boy read the words in front of him. As he got to one particular part, he felt his heart smash. She was pregnant, Scarlett was pregnant. He was gonna be a Dad & he never had a clue. Judging from the meltdown, his girlfriend didn't know either. Wiping his tear stained face, he went looking for the last person he thought he would ever need. What he would do when he found her, he had no idea. After a few steps, he found himself outside his mother's room.

"Mama, can I come in?" He asked. Constance opened the door & welcomed her son in.