An alternate ending for those who would NOT like to see everyone die. Or maybe just Tess.
----Tess drove home peacefully, listening to the radio. She sang along when one of her older #1 hits, Too Cool, came on. Parking in the 6 car driveway, she stepped out of her car and fished around her purse for the house keys. Stiletto heels clicking on the cobblestone, she walked up to the door and unlocked it. Everything was normal. Until she opened the door.
Tess first froze in her tracks. Then choked on her breath. Then screamed. For so long and so loud.
"No!" She gasped, running towards the heap on the floor. The tears in her eyes threatened to spill over.
"Shane! Shane! No! No! No! No!" She knelt on the ground, and bent over the still body. He was pale and cold. Her trembling fingers moved swiftly as she ran her hands over his body, and checked his heart for a pulse. Negative. Salty teardrops started to stain Shane's white shirt.
Tess frantically flipped open her cellphone, and speed dialed the nearest, safest, hospital for famous people.
"State your emergency and name." The person on the other side sounded bright and cheery.
"Tess Tyler. I think my husband is dead. SEND AN AMBULANCE, NOW!" Tess demanded, sobbing, near on the verge of breaking down.
She ended the call, tossed her cellphone away, hearing a shattering crash, and not caring if it broke. She cradled Shane's head in her arms while crying. Tess kissed his cold cheeks and waited. No. This could not be.
Then, she heard the wailing of sirens, and red and white lights flashed on her driveway. Paramedics and doctors rushed into the young couple's house. They shoved a wailing and sobbing Tess aside, as they used their complicated equipment to do something that Tess knew would have no effect whatsoever.
They loaded his body onto a stretcher as Tess stood frozen, endless tears streaming down her cheeks, dripping onto the floor. This was not supposed to happen. This was not in her game plan for her happily ever after. A man dressed in a simple black suit strode over, writing on a notepad. He started to question her, what happened, when, where, why, how, endless questions that were irrelevant. All that mattered was Shane.
More important-looking men marched up to the young starlet. "Mrs. Tyler," one man began, "We have collected physical evidence of the cause of this death. We can run a scan, but we are quite certain that this death was a suicide."
Suicide. Suicide, suicide, suicide. The word echoed in Tess' mind, repeating time after time. Why would he do that? To him? To her? To them?
There are many questions in the world. Most of them have answers.
"It seems that Shane has left a note for you to read, possibly explaining why he has done what he has done. We have already gone over it, and if that is not enough, there was an almost empty vial of aspirins next to it. We are sorry for your great loss." The man said in monotone.
A man carrying a briefcase handed her a piece of ocean blue paper with grey margins. It was Shane's signature paper. It was folded neatly in half, with the words, "To: My dear Tess Tyler" scribbled on it. It was Shane's handwriting.
Tess opened it slowly, squeezing her eyes shut, afraid of what would be etched onto the paper.
"Dear my lovely Tess," it began, "I'm gone. I won't come back. My time with you was precious indeed, because a rare jewel like you is priceless." Tess smiled slightly. Shane was always the cheesy one. "However, I am certain that I am in a better place now. I regret to tell you that my love was not wholly and purely for you, but for someone else, who is here with me." Tears started to blur Tess' vision again. "So now, it is time to say goodbye. Farewell, Tess. I always will love you, but maybe not to the whole extent. I hope I can fly in heaven, Shane"
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Tess was losing her mind slowly, although she wouldn't show it infront of the policeman, detectives, etc. that came in for hours of questioning.
She frowned sadly as she was being driven home by a rather large policeman with a bushy gray mustache. No one wanted her. Not her father, not her mother, not Caitlyn, not Shane. They all found someone better to move on to. Her father left when she was four, to marry a gay Parisian man. Her mother had always hated her for stealing her spotlight. Caitlyn moved on to Mitchie as her best friend. And Shane moved on to Mitchie as well. It felt like the glue that was holding the remaining fragments of her heart together was slowly creaking apart.
But then again, there were hints. There were signs, obvious ones, but she had chose to ignore them. Like when her father came home late, reeking of alcohol and male deodorant. Like when her mother purposely started a rumor about her daughter, once Tess had landed her first big role instead of Tyler. Like when Caitlyn started to not return her calls and was late or absent from their special "Tessy+Caity Movie Nights". Like when she caught Shane naked in bed with a brown-haired girl, whom she didn't recognize until now.
Now she was all alone.
'Well,' she thought, 'maybe not entirely alone.'
She reached for her phone, grasping around in her purse. Realizing it had shattered to pieces when she had thrown it into the next room, she picked up the homephone near by.
She dialed in some numbers, and held the heavy phone to her ear, waiting. The ringing went through three times before someone picked up.
"Hello?"
"Uh, hi, it's-- it's Tess." Her voice was meek and scared.
His voice sounded shocked and bitter at the same time. "Why are you calling me?"
"Um, uh, Shane-- Shane-- Shane, he uh, he--" Tess took a deep shaky breath. "He, uh, he uh d-died." She hated how her voice broke on "died".
"And what do want me to do about that?"
"Could I, uh, could I-- could I uh come over, or whatever?"
He sighed in defeat. "Fine. I trust you remember where it is?"
She sighed in relief. "Yes, I do. Thanks."
"Don't mention it." And they hung up.
---
Tess's silver Mercedes pulled up in his drive way and he graciously opened the front door for her.
She looked at him gratefully through bloodshot eyes. "Always the gentleman, aren't you."
He nodded, not speaking. There was an awkward silence.
"So uh, I'll get your coat."
"It's okay, I think I'll keep it on."
More silence. And then Tess thrust herself at him, blonde hair whipping around violently.
Tongue met tongue as she pressed her mouth to his, kissing him ferociously. He kissed back, while groping at her fit body. She pushed her body into his as they moved into the kitchen, clothes being torn off. They broke off, panting.
"I need you in me," Tess whispered, pulling off hers and his underwear. She sat on the table, looking at him lustfully as did he.
He entered her, while she moaned, not even thinking about what was happening. He knew what was happening, though, and knew it was wrong to take advantage of her, but he did anyways.
He pumped faster, and she screamed in delight.
"Stop pretending."
"What?" She panted.
"Right now you're pretending to do Shane and not me. Right now you're imagining it's him who is touching you. And," he said coldly, "It's his name you will be screaming when you reach you climax, right?"
Her hesitation was enough to answer his question. "Oh but--" she tried to object.
"Whatever," he dismissed.
And sure enough, she did scream Shane's name over and over and over again, as she trembled from ecstasy and he moaned.
He laid down gently next to her, hazel eyes sad and hurt. "Why can't you love me? I'd give you everything."
She looked back at him, blue eyes guilty. "I'm sorry, Jason." She paused, thinking. "I always want what I can't have."
Of course.