Knowing the Psychopath Before [American Horror Story]

Chapter 7

It's been two months now and we never went back inside his house after that terrible  experience Jake and I encounter. Jake and I made up an excuse about Jake's scratch. We said Jake was attacked by a dog. I know it sounds cliche. Both of us kept being friends with Tate. Jake and I made up excuses and invited him to our places.

But actually since that horrible day, it lead to a good thing. Jake's my first boyfriend and I'm really delighted it's him. I've been trying to clear what we've seen that day and I'm finally out of my depression. Tate's been making fun of us, calling us love birds, but we try our best to include him in everything and doesn't feel like a third wheel. I know how horrible it feels to be that.

It was a beautiful California day, the sky blue and clear, a light breeze caressing my face at the lunch table. Jake and I sitting next to each other while Tate sat across from us. Jake's arms wrapped around me, while he gave me some kisses as we were doing our homework. His kisses on my lips leading my days brighter and brighter to ecstasy. Tate listening to music and smoking a cigarette. It looked like Tate was in distress during the time I watched him at lunch. His eyes seeming like they filled with tears a couple times.

"Tate, is something wrong?" I asked putting my hand on his.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." Pulling my hand away.

I feel like this had to do with his mom. I think his agony comes a lot from his mother; I needed to know his relationship with her.

"Tate, is this about your mom?" My face concerned.

"Yeah, we want to help, we are your friends. Why do you hate your mother so much?" Jake spoke after me.

Tate glanced down at the table, wiping his tears from his eyes, while he hit his hands down at the table. The bang making me jump up and my eyes blinking hard; Jake holding me tighter.

"Alright, alright...Listen my mother is an old wh**e. She's been dating this guy, this guy that I fu****g hate...He...he" Tate paused.

"He what?" Leaning in closer.

"He killed my brother. I know he did. Beau didn't die from natural causes...I know he was murdered. And my b***h mother stays with the guy. She might even had something to do with it...my gut is telling me this. My mother doesn't listen to me...she doesn't pay attention to me. She hurt me so bad for staying with this dude." Tate started to sob, hiding his face.

Wow, I didn't even know Tate had a brother. I knew he had a sister but his brother never came up. I ran up to Tate escaping Jake's arms, letting me go. I turned Tate, hugging him tight. He hid his face in my shoulder, crying. His body feeling full of anxiety and pain as I tried to comfort him.

"It's okay Tate, your mother sounds horrible...but we care about you." I said holding him tighter.

"I don't want people to see me like this...I'm not a p***y." Tate let go of me, wiping his tears from his face.

Tate ceased crying in the moment of looking at Jake serious.

"If you love someone you should never hurt them...don't ever hurt Riley." Tate leaving Jake startled.

"I won't ever." Jake responded the second after Tate said that.

Tate looked briefly over to me, staring intensely into my eyes. It felt like I could see his soul; giving me goosebumps. "You either, it goes both way...don't ever hurt Jake."

"I won't." Giving Tate a friendly kiss on the cheek in the moment he left walking, smoking a cigarette with his hands in his pockets.