𝓑𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚.

Her jaw drops open and eyes pop. “You encouraged /my/ boy to leap off the roof you freaking idiot??!! You really have NO idea do you? And yes, you are a child...in the head!”

“And I thought Homelanders breast milk fetish was baaaad...”

Sighs sadly, her shoulders stooping and her gaze weary. “I fucked up, Billy. I fucked up badly and I’m so sorry. But I’m a package now, myself and Ryan. You take us both back and help us /both/ or walk away and forget about me. I /can’t/ live like this any longer.”

❝𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚—❞

“If only it was that simple, huh?” She hasn’t forgotten he wanted her to, in his words, “get rid of the kid”. “I do miss you though, Billy you ol’ bugger.”

“That sweethearts ol’ bugger was the best guy to be married to, especially his filthy mouth... Even sweethearts make mistakes where wankers in spandex are concerned. Regret is a bitch.”

“You sound like such a child. Also, why is my son lying face first on the floor you asshole?!?!”

“The fact you’re asking this question says it all.”

“I’m not sure to be honest. I think I was once married to this guy who loved to use that word. He had the filthiest mouth...”

“What did you DO, John...?”

“Don’t be a c***, Billy.”

—𝙁𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 ‘𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙛...

—𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙢...

— 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙.

“Why do secrets /never/ stay secret? Why can’t a dead woman simply stay dead?” Life just became real complicated...

𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝘽𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚— 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣. 𝙈𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣. ʀᴇʙᴇᴄᴄᴀ ʙᴜᴛᴄʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏs #ʀᴘ 𝙁𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 #𝙏𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙙.