Micky didn't seem to notice that Mike was in the room.

"Momma...no. P-Please come back Momma."

Like a child, Micky ran forward and started tugging on the hem of Laura's skirt, as if he was trying to coax her awake. Mike shook his head as he watched the body swing back and forth. He couldn't believe it—Micky still loved his mother dearly, despite all she put him through.

He couldn't handle it any longer.

Mike stepped forward and placed a hand on Micky's shoulder, causing the younger boy to jump. "C'mon Micky, let her be. I'll call the police."

Tears streamed down Micky's face as he looked up at Laura's lifeless body. His entire body trembled and he stepped back into Mike. Micky turned around, blinded by his tears, and sobbed into Mike's shirt.

"Shh," Mike did his best to shush him. He ran his fingers through Micky's soft, silky hair. "It's okay. It's okay."

Mike was finally able to coax the traumatized boy out of the room. As they left, Mike looked over his shoulder, looking at Laura's body one last time.

"I hope you rot in hell, bitch."