Afterlife // Violate fan fiction \\

Chapter 5

Violets POV

Wow. I tried my damn hardest. He ignored me. He could actually stand not being with me. He wasn't going crazy.
"Violet!" I heard a muffled voice coming from downstairs. "Violet!" It was my mom. I was hoping it was Tate. But you know. He hates me.
"Yeah mom." I said as I walked down the stairs.
"A new family is moving in tomorrow!" She said as she smiled. "Just Remember if you hear them say they want a child we need to scare them away." My mother kissed my head and walked back to Moira Who was cradling john in her arms. I knew that me and Tate would never be like that.
"Wait mom." I said as I turned in unison with my mom.
"Yeah hon?" She said.
"How many kids are in this family?" I asked.
"Well there are three girls and one boy. The girls are one set of twins and a girl that's about thirteen the twins are about ten. The boy is about sixteen."
"Thanks mom." At least now I knew that none of the girls would be able to take Tate. I usually wasn't the jealous type but I loved Tate. He was the only thing that was keeping me alive for the short time in this house that I was alive. He kept my heart beating.
I was walking around the house. I found myself venturing to the attic where me and Tate would meet.
"Beau? You here buddy?" I said calmly. I seen beau come out from all the boxes and he rolled the little red ball he always wanted to play with. I sat Indian style on the old wood and played with beau.
"Alright buddy, I gotta go. I'll see you later." I said to beau as I gave him the red ball back.
I went to the basement. I knew Tate would most likely be there. I heard moans coming from one of the rooms. I opened the door to find Hayden and Tate having sex.
I ran back up the creaky wooden stairs and sobbed at the same time. It hadn't even been a month since the damn fight and he's already got some sex deprived slut at his fingertips.
"Violet." I heard Tate's voice. "Open up. We need to talk."
I slowly opened up the door to see Tate. But it wasn't. He was broken. He has huge bags under his eyes and it looked like he had been crying. His skin was unusually pale and his hair was a complete and udder mess.
"Well from what I've seen you've pretty much explained everything to me." I snickered.
"Do you know what it's like. To have to beg people not to leave you. To always constantly be alone." He cried. "I sit alone in the cold basement everyday. Just sit there alone. No one talks to me. Except Hayden but she's a bitch."
"Then why the hell were you having sex with her?!" I yelled.
"At first she came up to me and asked for the third time. I said no. But she started to kiss me and I didn't realize what was happening until you walked in." He cried. "You made everyone think I was mad. You told everyone that I put you in that God damn hole and we both know I wouldn't ever do that To you."
"I know Tate. I did it. I drank too much of the left over liquor and fell in. I didn't know that until chad pointed it out. I can't explain how sorry I am. Tate I love you and I'm so sorry." I explained to Tate. He just walked out. Without a word. He just left.
"Chad! Chad! I need your help!" I yelled as I walked near the nursery, where he usually was. "Chad I need your he-" before I could finish I seen that Tate was sitting there with chad.
Tate turned his head.
"I'll see you later chad." Tate said as he walked past me.
"There's something off about him. His eyes are pitch black. Holy fuck." Chad said as he continued to read his book.
"I know and I know you have the spirit and rituals book. I thing Hayden's done something to Tate." I remarked as Looked at chads book shelf. He may have been the brawny guy but he'll he loves books.
"Okay. The book you're looking for is the second row down and three to your right." Chad smiled.
"Rituals, Spells, and Spirits. Thanks chad!" I said as I grasped the book and jogged out of the nursery and into the basement.
"Hayden?" I said as I glanced at my surroundings. "Hayden we need to talk." I was terrified honestly but I stood my ground.
"Oh hey chicly bitchy." She snickered. "I take it you don't like that I'm screwing your boy toy eh?" She laughed.
"Hayden. What did you do to him. His eyes are fucking pitch black." I glared at her.
"I just sort of, well... used an old ritual to make him love me. I believe it was called Romiancè de Deãd. It's French so it's hard to understand." She walked around me.
"Why are you telling me this?" I questioned.
"Oh honey, I've had my fun. Trust me." She laughed as she walked away.
"So let me guess. You're going to change me back." Asked Tate.
"Well of corse. I want to be able to talk to you without a nude image of Hayden in your head." I answered.
"Well she lied. She used an old hympitizatson skill. She makes me do un- bearable things." He looked down at the floor. I went up and hugged him. "I need you to find that in this book." I said pointing to the book.
"Okay." He said as he took the book. I headed for the stairs.
"Wait." He grabbed my shoulder.
"Ta-" before I could even finished I felt his chapped lips overlaying mine.

Damn.

He really let himself go.