I'll Be Your Light (Tate Langdon Murder house AHS)

three

//Ali's Pov//

~later on~

I walked inside carrying little Michael upstairs to my sister's room so they could play. Tate followed me up. After setting Michael down next to Sara and she pulled out her coloring books I got her for her birthday last year, marvel character ones. Michael laid on his stomach beside her and begin to color Thor. I noticed within a few minutes Michel was both impatient and had bad anger issues. He had pulled a piece of my sister's hair out because she was taking too long using the red. I sighed loudly, and pulled him off of her and Tate instantly scooped up my sister and whispered in her ear, "Shh.. it'll be okay. He didn't mean it." repeatedly, until she stopped crying.

I carried Mikey out of the room quickly, he tried hitting me in frustration. I asked him calmly, "Why would you do that to Sara, Michael?".

He replied as any child pouting would, "Because. It was MY crayon."

I told him simply, "You know you can't do that though. You need to learn to control yourself, not go around hurting people at random because you're upset. That stops today. Now if you want, I could show you what I do for fun, that helps me control myself when I get upset. Its pretty fun and I bet you'll like it too.". Michael got a bit of a gleam in his eyes, of excitement so I took his hand and told him, "Lets go."

Even the way he smiled, you could see it, he was just like Tate. Freaking adorable. We walked down the main staircase, and turned then walked down the basement stairs. I found the box labeled with my name, and got out my punching bag first and hung it up as Mikey sat to the side of me and watched in awe. I then took out my gauze and wrapped my hands with it, and gave Michael my boxing gloves, that were huge on him but he seemed to get an even bigger smile as I put them on him and taught him how to properly hit something and explained if you make a fist wrong you can break fingers or if you're unlucky get a bunch of little fractures. Which would hurt much worse.

It was cute how hard he could hit and how he'd focus intensely on my every word. I mean for a five year old, he could throw quite a punch. I state simply, "Now you see, you can't go around hitting people or hurting people. You have to use your what Michael?"

He states proudly, "Self control."

Then I continued and asked, "What are you supposed to do instead of hurting someone?"

Mikey replied, "Punch something soft as hard as you can instead or a wall if you have to."

I smiled at him, "I'm so proud of you, now you gotta go apologize to my sister okay? And promise me you'll only hurt someone if you absolutely have too?"

Michael replied, "Okay Ali. I promise."

As soon as I turn back around after I put away my boxing gloves and my gauze I use to wrap my hands, he's sitting on the steps talking to some teenage girl. I instantly get a bad feeling and demand, "Who are you?"

She replied, "My name is Violet Harmon, and I died in this house three years ago and this is my little brother. I'm taking him back."

Michael began to cry as her grip on his arm tightened, I began, "No, I don't care if you're his damn mother, you are not his guardian, he's my responsibility, and you are making him cry. Let go of him now."

She must have believed I was joking. I wasn't and I sure as hell didn't appreciate her laughing at me. I stepped over to her, and got close to her face, "I really was focused on trying to show him violence isn't always the answer but, you have me very close to hurting you very badly. So I want you to let Michael go before I have to hurt you and take him from you."

Violet questioned, "Whatever, make Tate tell you what he did. Then I'll let you keep him. But, if Tate refuses to tell you I'm coming to get Michael. And I don't care if you don't like it."

With that she pushed Michael forward and he fell, skinning his knee, he started to cry. I stated, "Bitch, you are so lucky." I picked him up and I took him up the basement stairs after she disappeared. I got a chill, that girl was seriously dead. She sure was a bitch then again also. Michael held on tightly still scared, poor thing. I whispered softly, "You're not allowed to say that word to be clear, but, I promise you will be fine no matter what happens. Mikey, I've got you."

He whispered back, taking his thumb out of his mouth, "Just don't let Violet take me Ali. I'll be good I promise."

I chuckled, "You could behave terribly and I still wouldn't let her touch you kiddo. You're gonna be safe now. You're with me."

After I got back upstairs I heard noise coming from the living room, so I walked in with Mikey on my hip, and asked in a stern tone, "Tate? What is this Violet Harmon chick's problem?". He froze and his smile faded instantly.

My sister states, "She's the girl who won't let me sleep Ali. She tells me that I'm going to die in my sleep if I do."

I stiffen again after setting Michael down next to my sister, "She tells you that you're going to die? Oh that's it. This b-do not repeat any of these words kids-bitch is going to get her ass kicked so badly she's going to fucking remember what pain feels like, I'm going to fucking kill her.".

Tate questions, "What happened?"

I reply, "Your ex threatened to take your kid, if you don't tell me all the bad things you've ever done Tate. So you better start talking, because I am not explaining to your mom, how I lost your kid and her grand baby to casper the fucking friendly ghost's siblings. Oh. and she hurt him within the five minutes of knowing him."

Tate says simply, "Can we just leave the kids in here and go talk then?"

I state, "Fine. But, first Mik-"

"I'm sorry Sara. I won't hurt you anymore." He was crying again, I couldn't blame him then again. His sister was horrid. I pulled both kids into a bear hug with Tate. I wasn't mad at him certainly, it was his fucking ex I was pissed at. Then Tate and I walked out of the room and over to the stair case.

Tate looked into my eyes and then brought me into a hug, we stood there like that for a minute, I appreciated the height difference and the feeling I had in his arms. Then I smelled perfume and cigarette smoke, I heard Violet softly whisper into my ear, "My ex is a real life prince charming isn't he? For a raping murderer that is."

I pulled away and Tate looked kinda sad, as he asked with a smirk to try to keep the situation light hearted, "So you wanna know all the bad things I've ever done huh?"

I look into his eyes, and say, "I wanna know everything Langdon."

He states, "Oh we're on last name basis now huh?"

I state, "Tate you're such a tease. Look, I don't wanna force you to tell me anything personal but whatever I need to know to keep my sister and your son safe, is a need to know. And that means you need to start talking, now. I'm not mad at you though alright? Just your ex. I promise."

He leans over and kisses my cheek and says softly, "I had to do that while I still can. You're going to hate me Allia Jackson."

I reply, "I don't scare off easily Langdon. I promise you I won't."

~a.n.~

i am trying to update more often. i'll be posting part four tomorrow.