The Basement Door

Four.

Hearing those words made Violet go into a deep haze of confusion. She saw Tate’s eyes swelling up with tears. In that moment, she kissed him again, and walked several steps away from him. “Do what makes you happy, Tate. I’m not going to fight that.” she stated in a very still tone. 

Her stomach began to churn, knowing what she had known about her mother and the fact that her father had slept with Hayden. Now that Tate would be sleeping with her too just drove her off the edge. Violet began to feel dizzy, and dragged herself to the bathroom, leaving Tate in the room, not saying a word. Up from her throat came the hurt and anxieties of the pain she’d been through. Such a human act made her feel real again, as if she’d never died. 

She dragged her own numb body back to her room, to find Tate in the same spot she’d left him. 

“Hayden. Okay, well…” Violet couldn’t hold it back anymore. The sobs just grew harder and she felt her world caving in again. The strength Tate gave her was drained, and her limbs grew weaker and weaker as she made her way over to her bed. She looked over to Tate, who was still standing in the same spot, and something came over her, something she hadn’t felt since she was alive. “You two deserve each other.” she said. 

Violet began to feel dizzy, and tried her hardest to walk herself up to Tate without looking like a zombie without nourishment. “I guess I was wrong th-…” she stated but couldn’t finish her sentence. Her body dropped to the floor, heavily, like a large bag of bones. She felt herself drifting to sleep, or so she thought, since it was the best defense mechanism she had.

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“Violet please.” He watched her leave the bedroom, Tate had felt like a terrible person. He wasn’t happy with Hayden, but she was the only one that understood Tate, the only one that never left him. He was grateful to her for that.

A couple minutes later, she entered the room again, only to look worse than when she left. He realized what she though. “NO Violet, I’m not sleeping with Hayden.” He turned a little defensive. He couldn’t stand it when Violet cried. “Please stop crying Violet.” He sauntered over to her, and lied on the ground with her. He embraced her, and kissed her forehead. “Violet…please.” Is all he could find himself saying. He was crying along with her. 

He felt hopeless. 

He awoke almost suddenly when he felt his warmth leave him, he was quite confused. He looked around, and saw nothing, but he heard a faint noise of the bathtub filling up. He smiled a little bit knowing that Violet was now back in his life. As he looked around, Tate noticed a note written on a blue piece of stationary. Reading it, he smiled a little bit and removed himself from the floor. He stretched his back, until it cracked. This followed a yawn. —-

Slowly meandering down the hallway to the bathroom, he knew he would meet Violet there. He was in no hurry, he was just content with life. Nothing could make him in a bad mood. As he entered the bathroom, the scent of rose candles filled his nose. Another smile jerked at the corners of his lips. As he looked around, right in front of him, he saw Violet. 

“Hi.” He smiled at her, seeing that she was in a see through red lingerie piece. He couldn’t stop smiling. He took off his shirt, and slowly made his way over to her, closing the door behind him, and turning off the lights, allowing the candles to light up the bathroom. Tate kissed her harder than he ever could.

As Tate kissed her passionately, she felt his lean arms wrap around her smaller silhouette and became flushed, wanting him, needing him. Her skin began to burn, matching her exact feelings in that moment. She paused amidst their sultry make out session, and looked into his eyes. After a deep breath, and realizing Tate was as hungry for her as she was for him, she asked, “Tate, are you sure you want to do this? We don’t have to, I could just cuddle you in the bath, and play with your hair. I just want to make you feel special.” 

The blonde locked boy giggled and continued to kiss her. Assuming that was his response to keep going, Violet bit his bottom lip, as subtle moans began to rise from her throat. “Tate, I-I-…” she tried to start her sentence, but he wouldn’t let her finish. It seemed like he wanted to say something the way he was looking at her, and smirking.