American Horror Storry Tate and Violet Fanfic

Small Scare

    Violet had come to the conclusion that Tate must just be in a bad mood today. Every time she attempted to comment on something or ask the simplest of questions, like what time is it? He would just huff or grumble something out under his breath. 

    Assuming he probably just wanted to be left alone in peace, Violet decided that she would just go take a shower and just let him be. So she started to gather up clothes to change into when she saw his sweater laying at the end of the bed. She gave it a quick thought before looking up then back down. "Hey, Tate? Can I wear this?" She questioned fingering the soft wool of the yellow and blue striped sweater but he only let out a small grumble before slipping the earphone he pulled out to listen back into his ear. 

    She frowned and turned around leaving it there going to her dresser setting her clothes down as she picked up her blue and pink hairbrush. Long hair was pulled to the side as she gently brushed through her caramel-colored locks. 

    Looking into the mirror she was able to see past herself, her eyes landing on the lanky blond hair boy that rested on her bed. His eyes closed and his head laid back onto her body pillow. He looked like an angel. Blond hair circled his head as if it was a halo. 

    Considerably he was neither an angel nor a human, for a fact he was one of the many ghosts that haunted the murder house. Thankfully other than the maid in his family members Violet had never seen another. Tate seemed to scare off all the other ghosts that terrified her parents and everyone else who entered the house.

    After getting all the tangles out of her hair she pushed it off her shoulders and put the brush back away before taking off her jewelry and setting it on the top of her dresser. 

    "I'm gonna go take a shower…. Wanna join?" She added at the end of her sentence turning to smirk at Tate. But even the suggestion didn't get his attention because all he did was look at her for a second then roll onto his side facing away from her. Not even huffing or grunting out a reply this time. 

    She just sighed, her shoulders slumping down a small whine leaving her throat, she decided to just let it be and hop into a nice hot relaxing soak in the bath. With that in mind, she started to feel up the tub reaching under her bathroom sink to pull out some milk and honey bubble bath and some honey Himalayan salt rocks. 

    After the tub was full enough she added the mixes in before cutting the water off in stripping. Grabbing a scrunchie she put her hair in a messy bun on the crown of her head so it wouldn't get wet before she slid down into the water that burned her skin red until she adjusted. 

    Her eyes closed tightly as her mind started to drift away, not wanting to think about what could be wrong with Tate, and why he is acting like this. But he is a registered psychopath, after all, maybe nothing was wrong. He might just act like this sometimes. 

    She groaned internally, she was trying to relax, thinking about what was making her boyfriend upset wasn't helping. So she decided to take a couple of deep breaths and sink deeper into the water with only her nose and mouth sticking up above the soapy bubbles that hid her under the water. 

    Unknowing to her, Tate sat on the toilet seat watching her as she did this. Internally Tate wasn't in a bad mood per se… just feeling a little needy..maybe... he doesn't understand the emotions that he's feeling as he watches over his girlfriend's naked body; that's only hidden behind white bubbles that almost spill out over the tub onto the floor. 

    At least since she was upstairs she couldn't hear any of the ruckuses downstairs as her father in mother argued again about the woman his dad had just got through sexualizing I mean visiting in Boston Texas.

    She was over it, she loved her dad less and less each day. How could you use women like that? Just get what you want then leave them stranded with a broken heart in a child? Tate would never do that to her….would he? She sat up suddenly, eyes shooting open as she looked down at her stomach holding it. What if Tate could smell that she was pregnant or something and was distancing himself so he could just disappear and leave her stranded. It made sense since he could smell when her mom had been pregnant with the twins. 

    A whimper left her throat, her eyes starting to water as her mind started jumping to conclusions." Tate?" she whined, her voice cracking as she tried to stop the tears that started flowing down her face. 

    Hearing splashes in his name being called broke Tate out of the little trance that he was in and he rushed forward to Violet.

    His hand automatically wrapped around the back of her neck; it comforted them both by making them feel grounded by each other.  “What’s wrong Violet?” He asked soothing her semi-wet hair back, fingers carding through the fine blondish hair. Violet only sobbed harder hands gently holding her stomach. Not knowing what to do Tate reached in and let the water out from the tub before climbing into the bath with her. Sitting behind her he wrapped his hands around her and placed his hands on top of hers.

    “Hay hay it’s okay baby.” He rocks her back and forth gently petting her. “Shh shh.”  He didn’t mind that the bubbles in leftover water were starting to seep into his blue jeans causing them to stick to him. Her breathing started to even out as she started to sniffle a little bit.

    “Please don't leave me alone,'' Violet begged, holding onto his arm tightly, afraid that he would disappear and she would be alone again. “I'm not going anywhere baby, never I’m right here,” Tate whispered over and over again in her ear.

    After about five minutes of holding her, she leaned forward out of his hold elbows on her knees as her hands rubbed against her face. “Tate… if I was pregnant would you leave me?” "No of course I wouldn't, I would take care of you in the baby. I'm not going anywhere." He mumbled into her ear before tilting her head back with a hand on her chin. Their eyes met and Violet searched his baby blues, looking, searching for anything that would hint into a lie. But there was nothing but love in his eyes. "I love you Violet." "I love you to Tate."