The Breakup Plan •James Potter• |editing|

❁Chapter 33❁

Chapter 33

He didn't know how to feel when he realised what he had done, realised that he had just killed his son, the boy he used to love, the boy he did love, the boy who had made some terrible mistakes in his life, but nonetheless was still his son.

His own flesh and blood.

He eyed the bruises that littered the boys neck, already purple, already forming the hand print that would identify that he was strangled, so evidently strangled, it terrified him. His reputation meant everything to him, and now, if the truth got out that he killed his son, then he would be ruined forever.

"David, why are you in Caden's roo-" the light switched on, David's eyes squinted and the lifeless body that lay on the bed was in full, perfect view, the bruise, the tangled sheets from his frantic protests, his cold skin still ever so warm, "oh merlin!"

"Isabelle, don't freak out, do not-"

"You killed him?!" she shrieked, her hand over her mouth, her wide eyes glazed with tears that threatened to spill, and soon they did, because whilst she was angry, so painfully angry at the boy that lay lifeless.

He was still her son.

And sadly, painfully, she would always love him.

"I-I had to, Isabelle," David whispered, gripping his wife's hands in his own, pulling her closer, her head lying on his chest and terrified sobs ringing through the room that her husband was capable of killing her son.

"Why, David?!" she snapped, pulling away, "h-he was going to prison, to get help, to change, to better himself, is this still about your reputation?!"

"Yes, Isabelle!" David shrieked, wide eyed, dark eyed, she worried that he would kill her, too, "don't you see? We cannot live if my reputation is dampened, I didn't need him messing up our lives!"

"He is our son, David!" she screamed, "we may be angry, so angry, so painfully angry but he is our responsibility, we face consequences made by our own children because we made the decision to bring him into the world, and if a dampened reputation is something to face, then that's what we do, we face it, we don't kill him!"

"What about the girls, Nora, and Lily?!" David shouted, "this will give them peace!"

"Don't you dare bring them into this, don't you dare say you did this for them, you did this because of your selfish ways, you are nothing but a monster, David Duncan, you are no better than him, you are a criminal now, David, a criminal!" she pushed him away, furiously shaking her head.

She attempted to move, to turn and walk out of the room but he gripped her wrist, "what are you going to do? turn me in? you would be nothing without me!"

Her eyes narrowed as she wiped her tears with her free hand, a puff of air escaping her lips as she turned to her husband, to the man who she had fallen in love with, to the boy she had loved all of his life only to have him betray the trust she bestowed to him, betrayed the responsibility that he had.

Her heart was pounding, mind racing, lip trembling as she looked at the two boys, and then to her wrist with his hand gripping it tightly. All she could think of was that this could have been the hand used to kill her son, it disgusted her.

It pained her what her family had come to, what painful things had happened in her life, all of a sudden, in the blink of an eye her world had turned upside down, like a cloud had engulfed her point of view.

So, with her head held high, and her eyes locked on his, she spoke clearly, and strongly, and with no emotion, "I would be free."

She yanked her hand from his grip, ignoring the protests that tumbled from his lips as she rushed to their bedroom, slamming the door in his face when he ran after her, a deadly glare in her eye that told him not to come near her. She would have to have a funeral, a memorial for her son, the son that she was on bad terms before his death.