"Do you want me to go with you, kids?" Sully asked as we looked at him.
"No, uh, we got it." I said as we picked up the car keys.
"You sure? Twenty-one years olds on the streets this close to dark might not be a good idea." he said as we chuckled lightly.
"We got this, Sully. Do we need to remind you of Colombia?" Nate asked as Sully took a drag of his nasty cigar.
"No. I think I remember it pretty clear." Sully said as we smiled slightly.
"We might be back a little late. Is that alright?" I asked him as he nodded.
"Just be careful." he said as we smirked.
"Aren't we always?" we asked in unison as Sully scoffed.
"Yeah, sure." he said as we exited the motel room and we got into Nate's jeep.
"We don't have to do this, you know." Nate said as I took a deep breath.
"When are we gonna be this close again, Nate?" I questioned as he nodded with a sigh.
"True. Let's just get this over with." he said as he pulled out of the parking lot and we started driving down the road.
We continued to drive until we pulled into an old, cracked driveway. The house itself was showing its age. Chipped white paint on the outer walls, the windows covered in dust and some were cracked.
We got out of the car as we looked around at all the dead grass and flowers. Nobody's lived here in years. We then up at the two-floor house. We walked up the porch steps as they creaked and cracked with the pressure of our weights on its unused floor. The right chain on the swing had broken as that one side laid on the ground while the left side swayed in the wind.
"I guess it's true what they say." Nate stated as I looked over at him.
"You can never outrun your past." he finished as I nodded.
"Indeed." I said as I heard a car door shut.
"May I help you?" a voice asked as we turned to look at who it was.
A cop approached us as we looked at him.
"We were just passing through and saw this old house. We got curious so we decided to drop in." Nate lied as he cop sighed.
"Yeah, this is the old Grant house. Sad tale, really." he said as we really got curious.
"What do you mean?" I asked as he sighed.
"We always got calls from this house. Domestic violence, mostly. Everytime we got some officers up here, the wife would change her mind. Said nothing was wrong." he said as we looked down.
We remembered those calls.
"Must have been hard on those kids too. Poor things." the cop said as our eyes glanced up at him.
"Kids?" we asked.
"Yeah. Twins. A boy and a girl. They always looked scared to death but they never told us anything. Just stayed quiet." he said as he took off his hat.
"Wasn't a couple years later, we got a call. The woman, the kids mother, had killed herself." he said as we clenched our fists.
"The kids had seen everything." he said as we looked up at him.
"Damn." we said as it was all we could manage to speak.
"Yeah. Father eventually gave them up when the kids were five. Taken out to St. Francis's." the cop said as we started for the car.
"Thanks for the story." we said simply as we got back in the jeep and pulled out.
"I didn't know our life story was a damned legend around here." I snapped as I looked out of the window.
"I'm sure he doesn't go around telling everybody that." Nate reassured as we drove down the road.
"Do you even know where it's at?" I asked him as he nodded.
"I found out." he said as we pulled into the old cemetery.
"We can always turn around." Nate said as I shook my head.
"We've come this far now. L-Let's just go." I said as we got out of the car and started walking past all of the old gravestones.
We reached the one we were looking for as we sighed.
"Hey, mom." we said as I looked at the old stone.
Anna Marie Grant. Born in 1950 and died in 1979.
She slit her throat in the living room.
I guess she didn't think we would be home from the store that early...
"So, we don't know if you're listening. We hope you can hear us, anyway." I started as Nate rubbed the back of his neck.
"Funny. Now that we're here, we don't know what to say." Nate said as we let out a light chuckle.
"Well. You missed a lot." I said as I put my hands in my jean pockets.
"Everytime we lost a baby tooth, birthdays, holidays, usual family stuff." Nate said as I could feel something in my eyes.
"You told us you were gonna get us out, mom. You said that we'd get away from Issac and live our own life. Together." I said as I shook my head.
We hadn't cried when we found her body, we didn't cry at her funeral, and we didn't cry when 'dad' mocked us for her death.
So, why did I feel like crying now?
"You lied to us, mom. You left us with that...asshole." Nate said as we crossed our arms.
"You left us all alone." we said softly as I bit my bottom lip.
"A permanent solution to a temporary problem." I whispered as we took a shaky breath.
"W-We like to think that you're proud of us. It's not a typical job, for sure. Yet...we enjoy it." Nate said as we pulled out a red rose from our jackets.
That's when I felt something wet roll down my cheek.
"H-Happy Mother's Day, mom." we said as we laid the roses next to the grave while the tears continued to go down my face.
"C'mere." Nate said as he hugged me as I started to let all of those tears from years of holding back out.
The sobs racked my whole body as I could have sworn I had saw a couple of tears welding up in Nate's eyes.
"I-It's alright, Natty. It's okay." Nate said to me as I continued to cry.