Tate Langdon x y/n

Part 15

It had been a week since your moms death, your mom had made you promise that you weren't allowed to be see by your dad

You hadn't seen tate around, he was respecting your wished

You liked to hover around your new little brother. He was sweet. You often appeared whenever your dad wasn't in the room

He had become a drinker and taken up smoking again

One day you hovered around him, he was in a deep state of drunkenness. He had a gun on the coffee table but you thought he was going to chicken out

He loaded the gun with one single bullet and put it in his mouth

You wanted to do something to stop him, but you did promise your mom

There was a framed photo of you, he stared at it whilst the hun was in his mouth

He's gonna go out the same way i did. He's actually gonna kill himself

He pulled out the gun, tears danced on his face

He was obviously contemplating what he should do. He then put it to his head and closed his eyes

Your mom walked in and snatched the gun away

"You can't do this"
She said

"Honey.."
Your dad whispered, not believing his eyes
"I knew you were here. Why didn't you come to me?"

"It would just make it worse"
She hummed
"I want you to take the baby and go"

"Just let me do it and we can be together-"

Your mom walked away

"No, no no no!"
She said
"That baby needs a father"

"I'm not his father. You know it and i know it"

"He's my baby, and you shouldn't be smoking"
Your mom said, you sat on the couch
"I don't really care where it came from i would give anything if i could take care-"

"Honey- i am- so sorry for everything i put you though"
Your dad said, pleading for your moms mercy

"I want you to hear me. I forgive you"
She said
"So enough with the drama and tragedy, we've had enough in this family. We've had enough. And the one spot of light that there is, is that baby asleep upstairs. That's your opportunity to do something different. I want you to take that baby and leave the house and i want you to never come back"

"Your sister said she'd take care of him. She's a good mother"
Your dad sighed

"No, i don't want that"
Your mom shook her head

"What do you want?"

"I want to envision you with that boy on your shoulders, walking down Newbury street"
She said, a tear rolled down her cheek

"What about y/n?"
Your dad asked

"What about y/n"
You said, letting yourself be shown
"I'm a teenage girl, not exactly a cakewalk"

Your dad walked over to you

"Y/n.."
Your dad whispered
"What kind of father have i been? You weren't eating, you weren't going to school. You were already gone and i didn't get it"

"I shut you out"
You said
"I was afraid it might break you"

"I've missed you so much"
He said

"I was never getting into Harvard"
You shrugged your shoulders

"Oh"
Your dad sighed

"But i saved you a shitload of money"
You smiled