"What in God's name is going on over there?" Constance says while peering through her curtains. But there's no one here but the child who's sleeping, so she says this to herself.
She crosses the kitchen to the phone, dialling a familiar number. "I'm too old to be this depressed," she mutters.
Seconds later there is a pounding at the door. "Well that was fast," she drawls getting up to answer the door.
"Jesus H Christ I'm coming!"
There at the door is Violet, the next door neighbour. Panting and out of breath.
"Constance you have to help me."
...
"Well come in child, I don't have all day," Constance says, beckoning her over to the kitchen table.
Violet sits down in a faded green chair, clutching at the tabletop. Constance brings her a glass of water, setting it down in front of her.
She opens her mouth to speak, but it interrupted by a knock on the door. "Don't let him in," Violet breathes.
Constance pulls back the lace curtains and peers through the window. She opens the door revealing a woman with blonde hair and a cigarette in her left hand. Billie Dean Howard.
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Violate
FanfictionTate did terrible things to many people, including Violet and her family. The thing is, he never wanted to do any of those things. It was the house that drove him mad. Now he is worried that the same thing is happening to Violet. He tries to be her...
