THE DEVIL // MITCHEL CAVE

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tate's pov:

it has been over a week since mitchel and i decided to file a restraining order on cassie. today is the day it's finally happening. so far cassie has been a ghost. at least for now i hope.

over the past week the boys have been catching up on working on their new album that is releasing soon. i'm so happy for them. this is their first album release so we are all excited and nervous, but i know they will do great.

"ready?" mitchel asks me while grabbing his car keys.

"so ready."

he comes closer to me. "don't worry, we got this. she's never going to bother us again." he gives me a soft kiss.

"i hope."

we get into the car and head to the court house.

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after we filed the restraining order, they told us it will take five to seven days to be complete. i'm just so glad that is done with.

i throw myself on the couch feeling relieved. out of no where i suddenly have the urge to smoke weed right now. i smoke often but not as much as mitchel and the boys. 

i grab the stuff i need then sit down at the island and start rolling myself the perfect blunt. i take out my lighter and light it. i take a deep inhale. i enjoy the pain of the smoke burning my throat.

mitchel sits down next to me with his face lit up. "it's like you read my mind." he takes the blunt from me and hits it multiple times as i do the same.

"this was so needed. i love you t."

i smile at the old nickname him and christian used to call me. i climb into his lap straddling him. "love you too m."

i press my lips onto his sliding my tongue into his mouth. he pulls me closer while deepening the kiss. he starts to unbutton my jeans while his lips trail down to my neck.

he stops when his phone starts to ring. we both look at each other annoyed.

he gets up and looks at his phone. "shit. it's clinton. this is really important. i'll take this outside."

i nod as he walks outside and shuts the door. as i'm buttoning my jeans, i feel it hit me out of nowhere. god this shit is stronger than i remember.

i wobble my way into the living room to lay down. i freeze at what i see in front of me. i see my dad standing in the shadows. staring at me. chills go all throughout my body.

"dad?" i whisper.

a disturbing smile appears on his face as he comes closer to the light.

adrenaline starts rushing through me. i feel like throwing up. i want to run away but i can't. my body is frozen in fear.

"oh how i've missed you tate. why don't you come and visit me anymore." he pouts. "i don't know anything about your life anymore. i see you have a wonderful boyfriend."

looking at him makes me disgusted. "no, no, no, you're fucking crazy! why are you here?"

he laughs. "crazy? i'm you're father tate, i'm not crazy. i miss my daughter."

"you're nothing to me. get the fuck out." i start to back away slowly.

"don't run tate. you can't run from me this time." he starts to run towards me.

before i can get away, he tackles me to the ground slamming my back on the hard floor. i gasp for air. "mitchel!" i yell out. i struggle to get him off of me. my vision is so blurry and i'm weak. "get off me!" i try to push him off but it's no use. i give up.

an evil smile appears on his face. i feel a wave of nostalgia of when he had that same smile on his face when i was little in the same situation that i am now. i start crying as i feel his hands trail down my body. i squeeze my eyes shut wanting this to be over.

"mitchel please." i whisper.

"tate wake up! it's mitchel. you're okay, it's me." his voice sounds like it's miles away.

my eyes slowly start to open. they readjust to mitchel's face in front of me instead of my dads. i choke on my words. "where's my dad?" i panic.

"your dad isn't here. it was just your imagination." he holds me in his arms like my protector. "i have you baby. you're safe."

"he was... he was right here." i whisper.

"he's gone. he's never coming back."

i've always had nightmares about my dad but never an illusion.

when mitchel and i were together for the first time, he always was there for me when i was having my nightmares about my dad. he would always make me tea and comfort me.  maybe i shouldn't smoke for a while.

when i was eleven, my dad attempted to rape me. luckily, i got away before he could try anything. i punched and kicked him as hard as i could then ran to my brother. i was to scared to tell my mom but my brother told her right away. after that, she filed for a divorce. my dad never went to jail because he had many friends that is involved with the court. my mom and i moved away with my brother that now is in college, and that's when i met the best people that i have now in my life. i am forever grateful for them.