That Witch Bitch: Continued

Tate

You shudder as you hit the gravel on the road.

You hear the wheels of a car screech as it swerved around you.

You must look like a wreck; completely sodden and drenched in blood, mascara dripping from your eyes.

You wince as the car honks in frustration as it disappears into the distance.

You let out a sob as you pull yourself up from the tarmac.

Your arms and legs were riddled with little scratches and god knows what else so you do your best to limp off the road.

Tears roll down your face, leaving it sticky as you collapse onto the grass outside one of the houses on a road.

"You alright?" You hear a voice ask from behind you.

It was a masculine voice, you couldn't remember who it was but it sounded a little bit familiar.

You flinch, surprised by someone's sudden appearance.

You slowly turn around, ready to apologise for sitting on the person's garden.

"Y/n?"

"Tate?"

The teen ruffles his hair as his mouth curls into a smile.

He was standing behind the fence outside none other than L.A.'s most haunted house.

Murder House.

You do your best to return his smile but find yourself breaking down into heavy sobs.

"Hey, hey, hey it's alright." Tate tries his best to comfort you, "I- I would help you but ya know...."

Tate wraps his arms around two of the spikes on the fence and lifts his hands to display his restrictions.

"I- I'm fine.. I mean.... I'll be fine... just... got... to... get... this.. thing... done." You say clambering up and walking into the grounds.

You wipe the tears from your eyes and give a real smile to Tate.

It was nice to see him again.

"Do you have time to come in for a bit maybe?" Tate says as you share a look at the looming building.

"Yeah." You say, not taking your eyes off the strange structure.

The two of you stride through the doorway and into the kitchen where you surprisingly find fresh fruit.

You take a bite from the apple on the table, having a tiny flashback to the apocalypse but just shake it off.

"So, what's the thing you have to do?" Tate says, picking up another apple and chucking it into the air.

"Well..." You say, sniffing a little, "I've got to kill the antichrist."

Tate simply raises his eyebrows.

"So you're into the stuff that your mum was into? All that witchy magic shit?" He says, chuckling.

"Pretty much," You grin, biting into the fruit again.

"He must be pretty evil then." Tate says, taking a seat beside you, "The antichrist I mean."

"I guess." You say wondering whether to tell Tate that it was his son.

Just then, you notice Tate's eyes wonder to the doorway.

When Tate's face coiled into a look of disgust, you had no choice but to see what he was looking at.

You drop your apple in shock, barely noticing it rolling across the kitchen floor.

"Micheal?"

I'm kinda freaking out cuz this dude knows I like him and I have to sit next to him on Monday 😬