The Basement Door

Nine.

Tate looked at Violet, whose eyes were filled with fear. He didn’t know why until she started communicating. “Violet, I never left you. I’ve always been here.” He honestly said, as he stroked her fingers casually. He looked at her hour glass silhouette and kissed her shoulder with his smooth lips. “I’m not going anywhere.” He smiled at her with reassurance. 

Tate was feeling better, he just needed time to realize that he was okay, that everything was going to be okay. He didn’t understand why Violet would be so worried about him leaving, I mean, she was the one who left him. If anyone should be worried, it should be him. This thought raced through his head over and over again. She left him once, what would stop her for a second time if it came back to that?

At this moment, he knew he needed to keep something from her….

Tate jumped as the door was slightly tapped. He smiled at his ridiculousness  He felt bad tip toeing behind Dr. Harmon’s back. But it wouldn’t be that way for long. He nuzzled up to Violets, ear and kissed it. This followed him whispering. “Violet, you need to tell him. I’m not fucking around anymore. If you don’t tell him, I will.” He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. “If you don’t tell him, Jesus knows I will.” His expression was plagued with seriousness. “Violet…” He trailed off, as he heard Ben meander around the hallway. “What does he think you’re doing in here anyway?” He cocked his head to the side like a confused toddler. 

Violet formed a sarcastic smirk that eventually was followed by the words, “I don’t know. He probably thinks I’m miserable, or I masturbate or something. You know psychiatrists.” As she reached for his hand again, she held it tightly, and let out a low pitched squeal. She was so happy, she felt alive again… like her heart never stopped beating. She felt her insides flutter and her world become complete, as it should be. 

Tate probably thought her little dramatization was off, but she couldn’t help it. Within seconds after showing her excitement, she looked him in the eye and said, “He’s going to know. I promise. And if he has any objections, I will be more than all right with declining them. There’s not much he could do now, you know. It’s not like he could keep me away from you. I won’t let him. Besides, I’m still upset about what he did so he has really, no excuse to deny me happiness and you are what makes me happy so…”

Violet cut her sentence off so she could bop him on the nose with her small finger and plant a gentle kiss on his lips. She’d kissed him a lot this day, but who was keeping count really?

Her pointed finger trailed from his cheek to his neck, down to his belly button engaging in some kind of intimate, romantic moment. She was serious when she told him she’d do anything to keep him. At this point, she began to think that he felt the same way with her. “Were you really going to tell him?” she asked, bringing her eyes from his stomach to his deep browns.