Murder House - A Michael Clifford Fanfiction

Chapter 3 - Explanations

"Patrick and Chad, well.. They were killed by this guy in a rubber suit. I know who it was. I just don't like to talk about it."

"That's fine. But-"

"Chad was really cool. He was awesome. Even though he and Patrick fought a lot, I still really liked him. He could slay anyone right on the spot. He just has this sort of sass to him," Michael smiled. I'm guessing he grew up around them.

"Has?"

"Had.. I- I meant had."

"Yeah, cause he, uh, died?"

"Yeah, he did. So did the Harmon family. Violet overdosed, and her boyfriend at the time wanted to save her, but he couldn't."

"Who was her boyfriend? Didn't you know him?"

"Yeah, I knew him. His name was Tate. Tate Langdon," he looked at his hands.

"Was?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, wow."

"But anyways, Violet's mum Vivien was pregnant at the time and died giving birth," he explained further.

"Oh my god.. What about her husband?"

"Well, Vivien was pregnant with twins and this rare thing happened where the babies had two different dads. Vivien was raped, and got pregnant with her rapist's baby as well as her husband's baby. Her husband's baby died while, well, the other lived."

"My mom said about the husband hanging himself.."

"No. He was hung. It wasn't him. It was somebody else, but it doesn't matter who. That just complicates everything and I'll be here explaining for hours."

"That's fine. You don't have to explain that."

"Okay. But anyways.. The other baby was taken away and named by its grandmother. His name is Michael, like mine. He's three right now. He's a little devil child," Michael smiled and laughed.

"You know him really well?" I asked.

"Yeah. He lives with my grandma," he told me. (A/N: I bet those of you who have seen ahs are going OHHH)

"Okay. Is he related to you?"

"He's, like, my half brother."

"Cool. Where does your grandma live?"

"Next door," he told me.

"Really? Could I maybe meet her?"

"Sure," he got up.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't you want to meet her?"

"Now? Uh, yeah, sure.."

I got up and walked out of my room with Michael. I told him not to let Paul hear us. I walked downstairs, and mom saw us.

"Hey sweetie.. Who is this?" She asked.

"Mom, this is Michael. His grandma lives next door," I told her.

"And my mum does too, with my half brother."

"Well it was nice to meet you, Michael. You two be good," she pointed a finger at us.

"We will, mom, don't worry," I smiled. We walked out of the back door and over to the house next door.

When we went in, I heard two women talking and a little kid. We walked into the living room, and there they were.

"Hey grandma," Michael hugged his grandma then said, "hi mum."

"Mum, grandma, Michael.. This is Pandora," Michael introduced me.

"So when your grandma named your brother, did she know about you?" I whispered into Michael's ear, and he shook his head.

"Hello dear," his grandma stood up and held out her hand, "Constance Langdon."

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Hope you guys like it... Figure out anything? Haha

-Lizzie xx