Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

A Friend in Need Pt. 6

The event hosted in the living room was more gigantic than the Monster Mash. Every person with a negative experience with Tate was present, along with the nosey ones who lived here and had nothing else to do but be involved. Larry was the only exception. The prison would never release him for a ghost intervention, so we sent him a letter. Leah even showed up. She almost took off when she saw Tate again, but we calmed her down. I couldn't blame her since he scared her hair white the last time she and he had an encounter. I think the most terrified in the room had to be Mr. Carmichael. We had to lie to get him to attend in the first place, so it horrified him to see Tate and the kids whom he tried to protect all in the same room together. Almost everyone had arrived, but we still had a special guest on the way- and Tate was clueless about them.

"Wow, there's way more people than I'd realized. How many murders were you involved in," I questioned.

"A lot, but not everyone is because of me. I'll give you a rundown on who is who later, but that's my dad over there," he informed.

Tate pointed to a brunette man who stood in the corner by Moira; he was getting on her nerves as Moira kept swatting him away. Violet walked toward me and pulled me away from Tate.

"They are on their way. Oh, and by the way, how's your neck? Can you still feel the aches," she whispered.

"It's still killing me," I told her.

"Right," she responded.

Violet headed back over to the door to wait for our guests. She had acted strange since she walked into the room and saw that Tate and I had made up. I guess she didn't want me to get hurt by him again. It was nice to know she worried about me and my chronic neck pain.

We were about to knock so many birds out with one stone- and maybe, just maybe, we would help some ghosts cross over to Heaven, Hell, Nirvana, or wherever- and solve some parental issues. Tate pulled me to the side, curious about why we were so secretive.

"What did she say," he questioned.

"She asked if my aunt and uncle were coming home soon. I told her they're at a party," I lied.

"Oh, well, aren't you ready to start? I don't know if you've noticed, but some people here want to rip my head off," he spoke.

A knock on the door startled me; they were here, and it was time for Tate to face his responsibilities. I thought I heard a drumroll while Violet opened the door. Tate's jaw dropped as Constance walked in with a grown-ass man. Where was Michael? She said she would bring him, but instead, she brought some curly-haired blonde who looked as lost as ever. Violet led them into the living room to sit by Travis and Vivian; she was messy when she wanted to be. Tate grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to the side.

"You invited my mother and Michael," he groaned.

"That's Michael! Why is he so big," I asked.

"It's because he's the antichrist," he said.

"Don't be mad at me. You're the reason they're here; you and your actions," I asserted.

"You're right. Let's get this over with," he insisted.

The intervention went- somewhere. Tate poured his heart out and took his time to apologize to each person in the room. He didn't even blame the darkness this time. I felt like a proud mother, but not as proud as Constance when he vowed to be a parent to his adult child; he made it clear that he still hated her because some things don't change. Not everyone accepted his apologies, which was okay, but Tate had shown everyone what maturity and owning up to your mistakes looked like. Everyone collectively agreed that we were impressed, except for Chad and Patrick.