Tate and Violet- Forever Yours

Chapter 28

Tate continued ....

"Michael can I have a word with you outside"

Michael stood up from his bed and walked towards me.

It's been almost 4 years since I last saw him or tried to avoid him. That cute little troubled boy is gone now, now he is an adult and a man.

A monster, a killer that I helped create.

I can't believe that this attractive young but syinical man is the same young boy who as a teenager came to this house looking for his father.

I had no intentions of being a dad then and I have no intentions of being his dad now either.

In my mind I don't have a son , all I have is a mistake that gave life to a killer, the equivalent to the Antichrist.

I walked further into the corridor because I didn't want Violet to hear what I had to talk to him about.

Stepping back into my old room I slam the door shut with my epic ghost powers aka I kicked the door shut.

"Yo dad what's up"

In fliniched as it called me dad.
My seed my have created it but that does not mean he has the right to call me father.

I want nothing to do with him and it's definitely not time to start playing happy families.

There is no such thing as happy when Michael is thrown into the picture there's dead or miserable.

"Michael I'm not pissing around with you. Stay away from Violet"

He started to smile which only began to worry me even more.

I can't trust him. Nor would I want to.

If he hurts Violet I swear I will hurt him back. I don't care if technically I'm his father.

" Why dad , do you want her? Too bad she's mine now"

I really can't believe this little prick, what a arrogant twat.

I hate the fact that he is wearing the name Langdon and is completly ruining our family name.

I can't believe that the bitch actually bothered taking care of him all these years but she's probably been murdered already.

Hmmn I'll ask him about her later.

"She is your half sister Michael what your suggesting is morally wrong .

His face seemed to drop when I told him that. Opps it looks like little Michael didn't realise his new found best friend is really his sister or should I say half sister.

" Does that mean she's dead? "

What a ridiculous question to ask me, but at least that stupid smirk been wiped off his face.

" Michael does she look like a 37 year old woman?"

He shook his head.

"Then off course she's dead"

God where the hell did mum send him to school, it must have not been very good considering his poor common sense.

Even though it looks like he is sad I can't be fooled.

Michael's probably only feeling abit upset about the fact that he can't kill someone who is already dead.

"How's your grandmother?"

Michael looked slightly taken a back and it looked like I had just popped his thought bubble.

" Very dead but don't worry I know you hated her just as much as I did"

Just like I thought , he killed her. Oh well that bitch had what was coming to her. After everything she did to our family I suppose she deserved to die.

" How did she die?"

I'm curious. I hope he made her suffer a long and painful death anything less and I'll just be disappointed.

"She was found hanging from the veranda at the front of our house"

Suffocation.
Well I suppose it would have taken a long time for her to die. Maybe that would be enough time for her to feel bad for all the bad things she has done.

" Good job. That bitch deserved everything that came to her"

Michael smiled a little bit and his eyes seem to light up when talking about death and murder.

Well you wouldn't expect anything less from the Antichrist would you ?

" Dad"

I flinched as he used that term for me.
It makes me want to be physically sick when I hear him call me dad.

It's bad enough just standing in the same room reminds me of the biggest mistake I have ever made.
A mistake that cost me everything I ever cared about.

Not to forget a mistake that created a sadistic mass murderer who wants cause havoc where ever he goes.

" Michael, please call me Tate"

I really hope that he stops calling me Dad, it just makes things between me and him so much more awkward.

"Tate, how did Violet die?"

I don't have time for his stupid questions.
I shouldn't even be talking to him.

"Overdoes"
I turn around and disappear. I have things I need to sort out and having a weird relationship with my technical offspring is not one of them.