STUCK (Tate Langdon x Y/N)

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"Tate!" I said, turning around to him, "What have you done?!"

"It's simple y/n, they said they weren't having a baby anymore, there's no point in them being around the house if they can't bring us something we want." Tate said calmly.

"Why didn't you just let them leave? They didn't deserve this." I said, looking at Patrick's body.

"There's no point. They've spent all their money on this house, they wouldn't have been leaving any time soon." He said.

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"We have to take care of the bodies." I said, thinking about what to do.

"Let's get em to the basement." Tate said, walking over to Chad and dragging him by the arm, "Do you want me to pull them both or?"

"Nope, I got it." I said, tugging Patrick through the house.

We got to the basement and put their bodies on the ground. Chad coughed, he's still alive. Tate walked over to him ready to choke him,

"Tate, let him get out of here. Please." I begged and then Moira appeared and told him,

"Not this way. These boys have friends, family. The police will come looking for a killer. You want them to find you?"

"I'm open to suggestions." Tate said.

"I think you should get over your compulsive need to please the ladies of this house," she said, looking at me.

"What you think I have mommy issues? You know a good therapist?" Tate said sarcastically.

"Use this." Moira said, handing Tate a gun, "It belongs to them."

Tate cocked the gun and shot Patrick's body multiple times, then put the gun into Chad's hand and shot him in the chest. It looked like a murder suicide.

"It's kind of romantic, isn't it?" Tate said, glancing at me, "Now they'll be together forever."

I looked back at him, and told him to come back upstairs.

"We have to call the cops, say we heard gunshots or something. Make it anonymous." I said.

"Go for it, there's a phone in the kitchen." Tate said, giving me a smile.

I picked up the phone and dialled 911.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"Hi, look I don't know if it was some Halloween prank, or if it was just fireworks or something, but I think I heard gunshots coming from a house across the way." I said, trying my best to sound convincing.

"Okay, what's the address?"

"Yeah it's 1120 Westchester Place. Hoping it's just a false alarm." I said with a laugh, worrying that I sounded suspicious.

"We'll get an officer out as soon as we can. Can I confirm that that's 1120 Westchester Place?"

"Yes, yes it is."

"Can I get your name and address?"

Shit.

"Yeah, it's uh..."

Tate began mouthing something at me, he was saying Constance.

"Yes, it's uh Constance Langdon, I live next door." God I don't sound convincing at all.

"Okay, Constance. That house gets lots of calls around this time, considering what happened to your son I'm surprised that you haven't left."

What a bitch.

"I'm sorry, I have to go now. Please let me know if anything happens." I said.

"Thank you for calling, officers should be at the scene soon."

I put the phone down.

"Everything good?" Tate said.

"Yeah. Only problem your mother may be a little confused if the cops show up at her door asking what she heard." I said.

"I'll get her attention." Tate mumbled, and walked off towards the door.