Murder house (Tate Langdon)

Chapter 2

TATES POV

I watched in amusement while Constance stood on the other side of the breakfast bar staring at me in confusion and hurt.

Her expression suddenly changed to humored as she laughed.
I tilt my head in confusion.
Tate hunny did you really think I loved Larry? I was just using him for money she says with a flick of her hand. I honestly could care less if he's dead.
She leans towards me "how'd you do it?" She whispers obviously intrigued.
I smirk " I lit him on fire".
Do you want to know why?
Sure she says leaning back on the counter.
He killed Beau. I know she says. What? How'd you know.
Tate honey I told him to.
You what?! You killed my brother?! I will kill you?! I charge at her but she suddenly hits me in the head knocking me out cold.

I wake up in my bed and look around in confusion. I turn to my alarm clock reading it to be 7:30. fuck me. I lay me head back down and sigh. I don't wanna go to that prison of a school.
I get up and throw on a black shirt, jeans, and faded converse. I grab my keys and head to my pick up truck.
*at school*
I walk through the halls with my head down until I arrive to my locker. I look at my locker and feel a lump in my throat and tear threaten to come pouring. Written on my locker was the word "FREAK". I sigh and put in my locker combination and pull it open I grab my books and walk to class.
*time skip*
I walk out of the hell hole called Westfield High and to my truck and drive home. I walk in my room and sit on my bed. The events of today fill my mind and I begin to cry (even though I'm a guy) I then stand up and walk to my personal bathroom and reach for my razor. Gripping the sides of the sink I look in the mirror and all I see is a sycopathic guy who needs some serious help.
I lift the razor and make three deep cuts across my arm and then I lift my lips to my arm and suck the wounds to stop the bleeding. *A/N this sounds really discusting*