Late Nights.

Ch.11 ~ Again.

I was sitting in this scenario again. One dead liar. One oblivious teenager. Two people held in this house against their will trying to bring light. Trying to find somebody like them. Again, it felt like nothing was wrong. I hated that the roles were reversed. I hated that I was lying to him, again. I hated that he was so oblivious. Yet I loved that he wasn't scared. I loved that he wasn't tainted by society. I loved that he wasn't as troubled as everybody else who had inhabited this house was. It gave me hope.

"I'm glad I met you Violet." My name slipped off of his tongue so delicately, so sweetly. I felt the smile attempt to dance onto my lips but furiously tried to hide it. "I see that smile, don't go hiding it." It slipped. God damn it I'm getting soft. Maybe it's just Brandon.

"I'm glad you're glad. I might also be glad that I met you." He chuckled and looked down as he flushed red.

"I'm glad that you're glad too. I know I've only been here for a month or so," he rubbed his neck and looked up again, "But I feel like I've known you for longer. Maybe it's because this place makes an hour seem like a day but some how I do, and I love it." The way he spoke made me warm inside. He was different to Tate. He didn't hold himself the way Tate did. He didn't speak the way Tate did. He also didn't think the way Tate did. He was refreshingly different and yet I never once missed Tate and his traits.

"I know that you love to be cheesy but if you have something to say you can just spit it out." I lay back on my hands as I stretched my legs out on his bed. He rubbed his neck again.

"Is it weird if I say I like you?" I laughed.

"Of course not, I mean who would not like me." I winked and we both spat out a chuckle.

"No but seriously, would it be weird if I 'like liked' you?" I shook my head.

"Of course not. I mean we are both likable people." He nodded and looked away awkwardly so I decided to change the topic. "How was school?" He lay back also, so he was facing me.

"Pretty average. Sucks having my Dad teach there but you know only one more year to go, thank the lord." He laughed. He must have been the same age as I would be.

"I know, we're almost out of that hell hole." I lied.

"Yeah, what school do you go to? I swear I haven't seen you around." I scoffed.

"My parents sent me to some private school a bit over that way," I gestured off to my right as I let the lies just keep slipping off my tongue, "something about 'having a good education gets you places, Violet' and all that shit." He nodded.

"That must suck, private schools are supposed to be horrible." I laughed breathily,

"I suppose, where do you go to school?" I questioned, genuinely curious.

"Just the local public school. I heard that it's got a pretty gruesome history and that's why there are a lot of vacancies for jobs there, that's how my Dad got to work there." Now I was focused.

"What type of 'gruesome history'?" His face grew serious.

"Quite a while ago there was a student on a rampage and he shot down like 6 other students and a teacher or something, I'm not quite sure on that one. Then last year a girl from the same school was declared dead after her body was found alongside the rest of her families in a house not too far from here." I nodded as I stared blankly at him.

"That's creepy." I said monotonously.

"I know, it's kind of cool. I love scary stories." I shot back into reality.

"Brandon, you are so full of shit. This isn't a story. That girl died pretty brutally and just to tell you it wasn't 'a house not too far from here' it was here. Her, and her family died here. It was pretty big news so I'd watch out. This whole neighborhood is a goddamned horror show." He sat in shock.

"My neighborhood is a horror show?" He said excitedly. I sighed in defeat.

"I think you need to go on the L.A horror guide tour thing. Your house is on it, surprise surprise. There's a lot to learn about this place." His eyes brightened.

"What a great idea, I'm going to be here for a while so I should at least learn the history of the place. Will you go with me?" I sighed again.

"No, I can't. Your on your own on this one Brandon. Call when you get back. I'll be somewhere close by."

And with that I walked out of his door and headed to the attic. I hadn't been up there for a while.

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I was sat on the cold wooden floor. I'd been here for hours. For hours I had been rolling this stupid red ball to Beau only for him to roll it straight back. It was nice to have his company, sure. But this ball gets a little boring after several consecutive hours of rolling it. "You're not to bad Beau. I don't know why your Mother would abandon you. Oh that's right, because she's a bitch." He snorted out somewhat of a laugh which made me giggle like a little girl. "I'm glad you agree, let's hope she doesn't die here, am I right?" I was surprised when the door slammed shut below us and I herd footsteps echo towards upstairs.

"Violet?" Brandon roared with an unknown tone in his voice.

"Sorry Beau, some other time yeah?" I stood up and kissed his head and then proceeded downstairs to Brandon's bedroom where he lay sprawled out on his bed staring at his ceiling. "Hey dude, how'd the tour go?" He sighed heavily, his eyes still glued to the ceiling.

"They definitely don't tell you that in the brochure." I heaved in a deep breath and laughed it out.

"No, they definitely don't." He rolled over and looked at me. I stood still as he stared me up and down.

"Come here." He said. He shuffled back and motioned for me to lay with him. So I did. I lay down and he wrapped his arms around me. Not for my comfort, but for his. He rested his chin on my shoulder. "This house is a very dark place Violet."

"I know."

"I don't want you to know. I don't want to know. How the hell could one house be so violent and deadly?" I sighed as a depressing weight rested on me. He couldn't think like this here.

"I really don't know Brandon, I really don't know."