||I give my soul to you|| Tate x reader

Chapter 1

After some family issues, my parents had decided it was best we move to a new place. At first I was upset but now I think it's better we move away from all the hatred of my old neighborhood and school. "So where exactly are we moving?" I asked from the back seat, "Well if you didn't sleep the whole drive you'd know." My dad chuckled "you know driving makes me sleepy! Just tell me." I whined "We going to Los Angeles, honey." My mom answered. 'That's not to far from our old place' I thought to myself. We used to live in San Diego near the beach but things happened and we left.

"We're here!" My mom called as we pulled in the driveway. "Mom you're scaring Ethan" I said as I pulled my 3 year old brother from his car seat. Ethan meant everything to me. Even though he was only 3 he was my best friend. "Oh I'm sorry baby. Did I scare you?" My mom said in a baby voice looking back at us with a smile.

We all got out the car following the real estate agent, Marcy, into the restored, old, mansion. "We had all the light fixtures redone back to their historic look and don't they look beautiful?" Marcy rambled on but I was paying no attention. Why would I care about lights? I made my way into the kitchen, carrying Ethan on my hip and looked around a bit. "Although we had the kitchen modernized a bit all done in silver" Marcy said stepping into the kitchen. "Oh and I'm required to tell you about the previous owners." She said less enthusiastic "A gay couple were both found dead in an apparent murder/suicide" Marcy said with a slight frown "oh gosh how horrible" my mom said with a sad look "where did it happen?" My dad spoke up wrapping his arm around mom "The basement. They were nice people. But please don't let this effect your decision on this house." She replied "We'll take it" I spoke up and they all looked to me "Y/n are you sure you wan-" "I'm not going back to our old house. We're moving here" I said nonchalantly "ok then. She said it" my dad smiled to Marcy "oh good. The last family, the Harmons, ditched after I told them" she chuckled "Oh I've heard of the Harmons! I heard Dr. Ben Harmon was a horrible therapist."My mom gossiped.

The next day or so was spent moving in and unpacking. "Y/n Ethan is rooming with you because...you know why" Mom mumbled the end. She was talking about the reason we left in the first place. Back in San Diego I also had a little sister. She was 9 and a half when she was kidnapped from her bedroom during the night. We looked for 6 months and when we finally found her she had been murdered. It broke apart my family so bad we just couldn't stay there any more.

By now it was 8pm and I unpacked the boxes I had in my room while Ethan played with some toys on the floor beside me. "Y-Y/n lookie!" Ethan said in his cute little voice "What is it Ethan?" I smiled looking over to him "spwider man!" He giggles "Cool! And what does spider man do?" I ask in a enthusiastic voice "He-He kiwlls bad guys" he stuttered out "good!" I pat his head "Now let's go eat some dinner!" I cooe picking him up.