Violate || Only You

|| Chapter 11 ||

We ended up talking about mum and other stuff, mostly just to avoid question about the two people we didn't want to talk about.

He left after about an hour, saying that he had missed me and that he hopes we talked like that again and how he loved me so much.

But I knew most of it was a lie.

There was only one person in this world who I believed actually, truly loved me. Tate. But Tate was Tate and he deserved to suffered for everything he had done. Ad after all, he was the one who told me to go away.

Maybe if this wasn't forever then I'd know Im not telling myself a lie.

I did miss him though, too much for my liking. I kept wondering when he was going to talk to me, or if he ever would. I mean, why wait this long after telling me to go away to still not talk to me.

This feeling inside me was begging him to say something, and I hate that feeling. I didn't want this pain.

Sometimes, only a few times, rarely really, I wish I had never met him. Or maybe never even moved into this. None of this bullshit would be happening right now.

I would still be alive, I would still be able to die. Sometimes, I wish I could die right then and there, because there is nothing in this world that is left for me.

We're all trapped in a never ending hell.

And the more I thought about him, the more I needed him. That was until I realised something. The whole reason why this is happening is because of me, and because I couldn't trust him, I can't.

So it was times like these where there was just a switch to turn off humanity, every last shred of it. So I couldn't miss him, so I wouldn't love him or care about what happens to him. I'd be free. And nothing would stop me.

The all of a sudden I craved that, like really, really craved that. And if there wasn't a switch, I'd make one.

So no longer I'd be bound to everyones hell, I'd suit it to fit me. Maybe I could turn into Hayden or even Tate himself. Because now am my self and no longer prisoner.

Tates p.o.v.

I think it's been 3 weeks. I don't know for sure. Maybe less, more? But I can't stand it anymore. I miss violet so so much. She's everything in my meaningless life and I don't know what to do.

I feel even more lonely than I did in those 13 years. What am I even waiting for? Maybe her to call for me or for myself to finally grow up and get her back.

But she told me she didn't want to talk to me. Does she feel the same way too right now? I should talk to her, I have too.

So I get up from the basement and wipe away my tears ten head to violets room where I know she'll always be. Listening to nirvana probably.

I decide not to knock on the door, she won't be doing anything from usual.

But instead when I open her door, it creaking on the hinges, and look inside, I feel like my life flashing before my eyes. Like I'm dying all over again.

But this death is a completely different and worse type of hell because what I see before me is violet, undoubtedly, and some other guy.

He sitting on her bed kissing her perfectly plump lips.

And she's letting him. . .

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