Violate || Only You

|| Chapter 8 ||

Violets p.o.v

The aftermath of it all was worse than witnessing the whole thing.

I couldn't believe it.

Tates son laying dead right in front of me.

I hardly even knew how I was feeling. But I sure I hell knew that I didn't want Tate to go back to that homicidal side of him. Especially after very thing that we've been through.

I looked up from the body and to Tate. He's face was empty. Like he was frozen.

But the thing he said next shocked me.

"We have to hide the body" his face still blank.

"Tate, you literally just murdered your own son, and all you're thinking about is were you're going I hide the body?!"

His face was soft, gentle like he had just woken on a summers morning "why are you mad? I did It for you violet, I did it for us"

"You're crazy Tate, this has nothing to do with us!"

He was mad. He had finally lost it. Tate could never be that normal kid who passed his troubles. He couldn't help but kill and kill. Who knows how many more people are dead because of him that I don't even know about.

Suddenly there were lights flashing from behind me, torches, and swaying in all directions as if losing control. People were running onto the beach.

Seriously, out of all days someone joins us it had to be today, always today.

"Violet quickly help me"

I had no choice. I had to. If people caught us out on murder it would be the end of the murder house. Even if we could get away they'd track us back to there and when they found out about us, which i'm sure they would, they'd surely knock the place down or do something to get rid of us. Unless of course, Constance had anything to do with it. I guess she really did care about Tate, more than Tate let on for sure.

While Tate grabbed one arm, I grabbed the other. Dragging poor Michael across the sand leaving a trail behind him.

Once we had reached the water we pushed him in. and as the waves pulled him in we watching his body slowly float away.

The teenage kids were running up the oceans waters and they screamed and laughed with each other.

I was never like that. Some part of me wish I was. Maybe everything could have different.

"We have to go back" when he didn't answer, I started to get really angry.

"Now Tate!" I harshly spoke.

I grabbed his hand and we headed off the beach. This was certainly not what I was expecting to happen tonight.

......

Walking back into the murder house and into my room, no body bothered us.

Slamming the door shut I took a look at Tate and saw him sitting at the edge of my bed looking at his feet.

"what the hell were you thinking!" I practically yelled.

"Why are you getting angry violet, I told you I did it for you!" He bites back, just as mad.

"And I told you it had nothing to do with me. Tate I thought you changed, you weren't the guy who the murder house turned you into but I was wrong.... You're worse"

"Violet no" Tate breathed. "Don't do this again. Ok I'm sorry, it was a mistake I prom-"

"You can't keep making mistakes Tate, but you do anyway, all the time"

I knew where this was headed. And it certainly wasn't going to end well.

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next chapter is better and longerr. ahaha. hope u enjoyeddd and thx for reading.