Good Girl Gone Bad - Sequel to Good Boy Gone Bad - *Completed*

12 - Finally Letting it Out

I woke up with a pounding head, worse then usual, as I sat up, gripping onto it, rubbing at my temples to try and ease the pain which failed majorly. I looked at my sore knuckles, which were also throbbing, and gasped when I saw how bruised up they were. What the fuck happened last night?

"You need to calm down Mason, I didn't know either!" I heard Billy's voice echoing through the house, making my head pound even worse than it already was.

"How can you not fucking know! You live with her! You've been with her through the whole fucking situation!" Mason shouted back, anger clear in his voice.

"She shut down whenever I asked about it! So don't you dare storm into my fucking house, demanding answers to questions that I don't even fucking know!" 

I slowly stood up after taking panadol and slightly opened my door to see what was going on. They both looked in my direction as the door creaked open. Good one Liz you fucking idiot!

"Sorry, did we wake you?" Billy instantly calmed down as he came over to me, looking me over to make sure that I was okay.

"No, but all the shouting is hurting my head," I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. "What's going on?" I looked between Billy and Mason as they looked at each other.

"Do you remember what happened last night?" Billy asked, looking back at me.

"No, not really, why?" I asked, confusion hitting me as Billy put an arm around my waist and led me towards the lounge room before sitting us down, Mason sitting on the empty side of me. "What's going on?" I asked for the second time this morning.

So they filled me in, about ho drunk and high I'd gotten, about the fact that I finally had the guts to beat the shit out of Maddison, which would explain my knuckles, and the fact that she blurted to everyone about how Mason is the father of Tyler. So much for no body finding out about that, hey? I looked at Mason with sorrow in my eyes. 

"It's true, isn't it?" he asked, he didn't look angry at me, he just looked how I felt inside, broken, like a piece of him was ripped apart. This just showed me that it was selfish of me not to tell him, I should have told him from the beginning, I should had told the both of them!

"I'm sorry Mason," I placed my hand on his and he instantly squeezed it.

"Don't be, I understand why you kept it a secret, people would have judged us since we're related, but I could have helped you through it, and you could have helped me Liz."

"I know, but you know how I am, I bottle up my feelings and well, I get out of control and for that," I looked over at Billy, "I am so so sorry for everything. All the both of you have ever tried to do was help me grieve the lose of our son," I looked between the both of them, "I just, I blame myself still. I killed Tyler and there is nothing I can do to turn back time to make sure that nothing hurt him. I killed him." I finally, after so long, lost all control and burst into tears at the thought of what I had done. I'm a monster, I killed my son before he had a chance at life!

The boys let me cry in silence as Billy pulled me into his arms and secured them, safely, around me as Mason continued to hold onto my hand.

We were like that for hours before I finally stopped crying and passed out. I have to admit, it was a relief to finally let it all out, and I know now that I should have done it early, but I was too stubborn and scared to let go of my emotions.

I opened my eyes to see that I had my head resting on Billy's legs and Mason was using me as his pillow. I must have been crying still when I passed out because Billy's jeans were covered in my tears. I carefully sat up, trying not to wake the both of them up, which failed because both of their eyes flew open in worry, relaxing once I smiled at them both.

"Sorry," I stretched out before standing up. "I'm going go for a walk," I told them before putting my shoes on and walking out the door. I heard them call out to me, but I just wanted to be alone. They've seen me cry enough today, they don't need to see this too.

I walked, and walked, and walked until finally I reached the cemetery I haven't been here since I buried my son. I slowly made my way over to his tombstone, dropping to my knees in tears as I looked down. "I'm so sorry Tyler," I cried, lifting my knees up to my chest and hugging them to me as I cried, staring at my sons grave.

"I told you that she would be here," I heard someone whisper from behind me. I didn't know how long I was here for, in this same position, but I didn't care, I needed this, I needed to finally let it all out. I felt someone wrap their arms around me, but I didn't move my gaze from Tyler's name. 

"Baby, we need to get you home, it's almost 7," I felt him, Billy, kiss my cheek before I finally gave in and looked away from Tyler's stone, just to see Billy, eyes wide in panic as he finally saw my face. "Oh Liz," he pulled me into his arms and held me tight. This is what I needed, all along, not alcohol or drugs, I needed Billy, I needed to know that I had someone there for me, which I've always had, I was just too blinded by the hatred that I had for myself, to see that everyone around me was trying to help me, even my Dad, and Alice.

"Before I go home there's something I need to do," I whispered as I let Billy help me up.

"Do you want me to drive you?" I nodded as I took his hand in mine. I looked back and Tyler's grave and silently told him that I loved him before letting Billy lead me over to the car where Mason was already waiting with the door open for me to hop in.

"Thank you," I whispered to him, still trying to find my voice again.

"Where to?" Billy asked as he hopped into the drivers side.

"Dad's house."