Scott Pratt Death Novels & Stories

She replied sadly. "Are you kidding me, that is what friends are for. I'm your best friend. I'd always be worried about you, baby girl. Just rest and focus on getting better. Fuck all of this." Mikel stated. "How I wish I can? Scott's dead." She stated sadly. "Well, at least now we know his gone for good." Mikel teased and Patricia laughed. “We wouldn’t be left wondering where he run off.” "You're crazy." She stated. "I'm hungry."

If Jamie wanted to hide something, whatever surfaced would be exactly what he wanted others to see. … Shayla's death anniversary was approaching. Every year, Scott would fly to Amstern City in advance to lay a bouquet of flowers for her. No matter how much he resented her for abandoning him and his brothers, she was still his mother. This day, after placing the flowers, Scott was about to leave when a frail, elderly voice called from behind. "You… Are you Scott?" Scott turned and saw an elderly woman, uncertainly staring at him. He didn't recognize her and frowned. "Who are you?"

Leaning forward, he pointed at Maxine, “You’re the one who should explain to me.” Maxine sighed in frustration. She just wanted to know what happened that she had to go through all this, but the man seemed to be making it hard for her. “Did I really kill your brother?” She asked, hoping that it was just some sort of a prank. “Do you think what I said was a joke?” Ignoring his irritating tone, she asked for his brother’s name instead. “Scott, Scott Hartmann.” “When and where was he murdered?” “Last January at Purple Spade.”

Laura felt her breath catch because Scott had never talked about having a twin before, except for that one time he mentioned it briefly. “What do you mean?” Scott was quiet for a long time, and Laura thought maybe he wasn’t going to answer, but then he spoke, and his voice was rougher than usual. “I had a twin brother. His name was supposed to be Matthew, but he died during birth.” “Oh, Scott,” Laura said, reaching out to touch his face. “I’m so sorry.” “My mother always blamed me for surviving,” Scott continued. “She said that I stole all the

“Who are you, press? That case was settled and I have no idea what you’re talking about—now if you’ll excuse me.” Scott moved past Amy and walked towards the door. “She died not long after she contacted you. Another coincidence?” she called after him. Scott ignored her and walked out. Scott huffed. Clown. There was nothing left to do here. He had to find Emily. They had to go. When Scott got to the base of the stairs, he met George and Jackson talking. “Just who we were looking for!” Jackson said when they saw him. “Hey man, sorry Grandpa Hank was being a dick,” George said with a smile.

Just like what he'd told that bastard—so that he could spend more time with his little cold doctor and cultivate more feelings. Michael made his way to the door while questioning, "Do you have any relatives to call over to sign the documents?" "No." Scott didn't even think before responding. Michael paused in his tracks, wondering if Scott was causing trouble again. "What do you mean, no?" Michael retorted. "Your mom?" Scott's head hung low, and his eyes fell into the distance. He pronounced, "Dead." Michael's eyes widened, and remorse appeared in his eyes. "I'm so sorry." He took a deep breath. "Your father?"

Scott smiled again, without humanity. But someone spoke to Scott behind him. “I think you could only aim for one person at a time, Scott. I guess it’s my lucky day.” Ruby whispered to him. He didn’t shoot Ruby. Scott panicked and turned towards her. But when he turned towards her, a knife went deep into his heart. “Your death is by my hands. In case I forget to tell you that. How does this pain feel?” Ruby asked as Scott dropped one gun and fell on the floor, clutching his chest with his left hand.

"It's only a matter of time before he’s dead. He’s going to die, Scott." "Hey... hey, look at me. It's okay." Scott wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tight, crushing hug and patting my back. "It's okay. He won't die, okay? He's not going to die." Erica and Mike followed the doctor into his office minutes later to handle the paperwork, leaving me out in the hallway. I sat back down on the hard plastic couch, entirely numb, listening to Scott’s unending, positive talk about how Gabriel was a fighter, how he would survive all of this.

When Mom and Selene arrived, Dad had just woken up. Mom gripped his hand tightly. “Captain Carter said you fainted. What happened?" Dad's eyes were red and swollen, his voice hoarse. "Scott... Scott is gone. That charred body, that was him." "How is that possible?!" Mom exclaimed, her eyes were full of disbelief. "How could he be dead? He just called you the other day." Tears slid down Dad's face again. "The call he made was a cry for help, but I didn’t believe him. The DNA report showed that the body was his."

Scott noticed how worried he looked. "I know you're still worried about the Fleming family, but the Strauss family is safe for now. That's a good thing." Robert nodded in agreement. Suddenly, both Scott's and Robert's phones rang at the same time. They both heard the exact same news, which was that Trent was dead. "He's dead? Are you serious? What happened?" Scott asked in shock. When he heard the other end's reply, he said, "Okay. Got it."