Tate and Violet FAN FIC

Lie

"So can I talk to her again?" I ask tears prickling my eyes. I would love to here her voice stream through my ears again. "Of course, but only I can see her now," Billy said grabbing my hands. We had been meeting every other week to see what was going on with Violet. She would hold my hands and close her eyes for about forty five seconds, and the session would be done. She would never tell me what she experienced, only how Violet was doing. I know it sounds like I shouldn't believe her but, it's my last hope.

Her eyes fluttered open and she pulled her hands away. "I can't see her anymore," she says. I feel the shock hit me. Then I think she has probably been lying to me this whole time. She would lie for Constance. So when I'm upset and find out she's....gone then I would come crawling back to Constance to cry on her shoulder.

The anger boils in me. I stand up shoving the chair back. "You liar!" I yell.

"No..Ta-"

"Tell Constance she can go find comfort in something else!"

"What?"

"Constance set this up! I'm not stupid, she wants you to tell me, Violets gone so I will go and cry on her shoulder,"

"Wha-"

"It's sad that she has to come to a... ghost for comfort! She can't get over the fact that everyone hates her! And she thought pulling this would win me back, well tell her that I never want to see her!"

"Well, looks like you unraveled this plan," I hear Constance coming into the kitchen. I look over towards the door and look at her. Just seeing her face steams more anger in me. I push the chair to the ground marching over to her. "Tate, calm down. Do you really think I would do something like this to you? My own son?" she says trying to touch my chin. I push her hand away and she walks past me towards the table. "Yes, of course I think so!" I say turning around. She sits down on the chair she has now picked up. "Well, you've got it all wrong," she says lighting her cigerrate. "You did this. I know it," I say. "How can you be so sure?" she asks taking a puff from her cigerrate. "Because you would do this, and guess what? You should get over the fact that everybody hates you," I say. She stands up tossing the cigerrate to the ground. "I didn't do this!" she shouts. She walks toward me until I'm up against the wall. "You listen here, if I did this then, why would I think that you would come to me when you find out Violets gone? I know that you hate me. And if you are going to be this paranoid that Violets gone then we won't help," she says backing away. The anger in me is still there and all I want now is for them to be gone. "Leave," I say. They both grab their bags and head towards the door. "Think about it," Constance whispers.

She leaves and I sit in a chair, the anger still inside. Why would she do this and then lie strait to my face? My stomach churned the anger in a stirring pot. Mixed in was the feelings of how Violet was so called gone. Was she really gone, had she been gone this whole time? I don't know what to think.

I stand up and walk over to a mirror looking straight at my reflection. My eyes had large puffy bags underneath them and my eyes were filled with rage. Suddenely I couldn't think and my hands clashed with thr glass holding my sorry reflection. The glass shattered and some pieces fell while the others formed smaller reflections of me. I back against the wall behind me and slide down to the ground. My fist dripped red liquid to the ground and the familiar sensation of crying came over me. My eyes watered and soon a small puddle formed from blood and tears. What if she was gone?