Romantic Diversity

Chapter Sixteen (Tate)

As soon as I open the door and see Kyle there I know something is wrong.

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be heading back to New Orleans?" He doesn't say anything, he just steps forward and grabs my neck. As soon as our lips touch we are walking towards the couch. I lay him down on the couch, I don't need to question him further. I crawl on top of him and start kissing his neck. I hope he never leaves.

"Please," he exhales a breath, "please tell me it isn't true," I look at him confused.

"What?" I sit down as he sits up.

"In 1994," he pauses, "you shot up a high school," I start shaking my head.

"No," I hold my head, "no, no, no," I feel tears start to build up in my eyes. He found out.

"Yes, yes you did, Tate," I stands up, "And you were shot!" I can't help it, hot tears are streaming down my face.

"I know, I know," I cup my face in my hands.

"What else did you do, Tate?"

"Nothing," I choke back a sob, "nothing," I lie.

"Goddammit, Tate! I won't be mad," Yes you will, is what I want to say. I stand up shakily and stand in front of him.

"Before I shot up the school, I set my mom's boyfriend on fire," Kyle stays still, but his lip quivers a little, "Then, I killed a gay couple that lived here," A tear falls from my face, "And I raped my girlfriends's mom. I got her pregnant and the baby killed her," I stand there, frozen. Waiting for him to embrace me and tell me it would all be okay, but he didn't.

"Tate," he wraps his arms around himself, "I love you," he steps towards me and pulls me into an embrace, "I don't care about what you did," I let go of my breath, I didn't realize I was holding it. I sob into his shoulder.

"I love you too."