The Sister {violate}

C12: Caroline

(A/n pay close attention guys, we get to know Caroline)

Caroline's POV

"Its okay mommy. Daddy just needs a vacation for a long time." I hugged her. Mommy looked sad. I don't like when mommy's sad. I knew daddy was gone though and that he wasn't ever ever coming back.

Mommy went outside and talked on her phone so I went to find the nice maid.

"Hi Moira!" I skipped to her!

"Well hello Missy! Are you hungry?" She smiled at me.

"Yes! May I have Mac n cheese!" I got excited. "Please Moira!"

I followed her to the kitchen and sat in the tall chair. "My mommy is sad because my daddy is gone."

"Where'd he go?" Moira pulled out a big bag of noodles.

"Mommy's boyfriend took him away." I said. I was starting to feel sad. "I don't know him but he's a very bad man."

"Why would you say that?" She questioned me.

"Because he is evil. I know a lot about people." I looked up at Moira. "Like that you did a bad thing and uncle Taters mommy made your eye hurt, so you can't see."

"How would you know that?!" She seemed angry with me..

"I saw it. In your head."

"What?" She stopped again and turned to look at me. "What else do you know about us?"

"I know miss Violet's mommy and daddy are inside the red box and that they had two babies. And I know uncle Tater did bad things because he was crazy and he's better now."

Tate's POV

I sat listening to Caroline talk to Moira from the hallway. This little girl is kinda freaky, how the fuck would she know these things.

I stood once the conversation ceased and decided I needed to talk to Violet about what I heard. I wasn't exactly sure if I should tell Taylor that her daughter may or may not be psychic.

I opened the door to our room to hear heart shaped box by nirvana blaring, and saw my beautiful Violet sitting there, a notebook in her lap drawing.

"Vi, I need to talk to you." I kissed her on the cheek. She turned down her music and I quickly explained what I had witnessed."should I tell me sister? I mean she may be able to help us..."

"Nah, she could probably hear the others talking about us and all the recent happenings." She looked at me. "I mean she's three. Honestly Tate."

"I don't know... Just seems off." I stared into the chalk board for a moment.

"You know what needs to be off?" She smiled and climbed on my lap.

"Of course I do. That shirt and those leggings."