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05 - halloween part two

"I'm not leaving here till I have my thousand dollars!"

Valerie glanced through the peep hole, finding a particularly angry man shouting at them and then some children. She leaned back, mouthing for Violet to call there father.

Violet informed Ben of the situation before grabbing her sisters upper arm and pulling her further back. She ended the call.

"Keep the door locked, don't call the police." Violet whispered, directly in Valerie's ears.

Valerie nodded.

"Is that your daughters?" The angry man asked in a whisper.

Violet's hand slipped from Valerie's arm and into her hand. Valerie tugged her sister closer, in caution. She wrapped her arms around her. If they go down, they go together.

"We're safe." Valerie whispered, as Violet placed her head against Valerie's collar bone. "We have to be."

A while — a short while — of the sisters standing there, staring, the knocking came to a stop.

Feeling as though they were being stared at, the duo turned their heads finding nothing, but they let it go as they went back upstairs.

Violet picked up her book before muttering about having to get ready.

Valerie laid back on her bed, her feet still touching the floor — mere centimetres from a hand. She ran her hands down her face before being her legs on to her bed, lifting her head to catch sight of herself in the mirror, in order to check she didn't look like a mess, and she didn't.

Upon hearing tapping on her window, Valerie had a small moment of panic. But she quickly recovered, glancing out of her window to see Tate throwing rocks at her window.

Tate gestured for her to come down.

Valerie held up her hand, telling him to wait a second before leaving, shouting to Violet that she was going out.

She first made her way down to the basement.

"Tate?" She called out softly.

The boy appeared the second his name was said, holding something behind his back.

She stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him in order to seek comfort. "It's been such a long day. Cops, some weird angry guy. This is place is fucking insane, and like I think my dad owe someone a grand. How does one even get in that much debt, to guy that half looks like Deadpool like when his face is fucked."

Tate pulled back to look at his distressed girlfriend's face. "Hey, hey, hey. Shit like that does tend to go down on Halloween, it's probably just some asshole, it's fine now." He promised, looking down at her. "I'm here." He promised.

Valerie smiled at him.

Tate stepped back, pulling a black rose from behind his back. "I painted it black." Valerie took the flower, her smile widening. "I know how you don't like normal things."

Valerie couldn't contain the smile as she looked up at Tate. "You're the first boy to ever give me a flower." The duo chuckled. "I love it, thank you."