American Horror Story (Tate and Violet Fanfiction)

Unkind Plans

CHAPTER SIX

Violet's POV

I sat in my bed. Glaring at the person curled up in my corner of my room "what you are you doing here?" I said emotionless "I come here every night." "since when?" "Since you started crying in your sleep" his voice sounded strained. Like it was an effort to get it to a volume above a horse whisper. 

"I used to just walk you to bed and leave. But one night you cried when I lay you down. So I stayed with you. Just to watch over you. Make sure you were safe." What did he mean? "You took me to bed?" My voice was quiet. 

"If I didn't you'd walk up and down those stairs all night" my mouth fell open. So it wasn't Moira. It was him. I let my knees go and I sat cross legged on the bed. It felt like a life time that we just sat there. Studying each other.

Tate's concerned voice interrupted my reverie "Violet. Why did you take the pill?" now I was mad "Why wouldn't I? You don't worry about me. I can take care of myself." I could see that my words had hurt him.

Never before had I seen Tate in such a vulnerable state. He groaned as he stood up and walked to the bed. He stopped and sat down at the end. My eyes followed him the whole way. Never leaving his. Now that he was closer I could see the yellowing of numerous bruises all over his body. But the purple spot that made his right eye puffy and swollen was the hardest to look at.

"I never said you couldn't take care of yourself" He leaned forward a little bit and I leaned back instinctively. Honestly, Tate scared me. Even more now that his skin was blotchier than a cheetah's. He understood that I needed slow movements so instead, he offered me his hand.

I reached out for it but pulled back just before our skin made contact. I didn't want to touch him. He disgusted me. I straightened up and moved further away from him. Looking into his glassy eyes it was easy to see the affliction there.

He followed my lead and straightened up. I heard a loud crack then and his eyes squeezed shut "ahh" Instantly I was by his side. Careful not to touch him I looked thoughtfully at him. Shaking my head I said "My god Tate. What happened?"

He laughed as he rubbed a spot on his back. Oh I've missed his smile "Well your dad is very protective of you" he said as he forced out a laugh. I was shocked "My dad did this to you?" "well this" he pointed to the purple bruise around his eye "was his handy work" I gasped "I'm so sorry. I don't know why he would do that" 

"I do" by his tone of voice I knew he wasn't interested in going deeper on the subject. I looked down at the scars on my wrist and ran my fingers over them. When I looked back up again Tate was right in front of me.

I couldn't help but lean in closer. We were about 5 centimetres apart (about 2 inches apart). I couldn't help but glance down at his cut lips. Still sitting cross legged on my bed I noticed that he was sitting with his legs over the side. His torso facing me. Before I knew it Tate had closed the space between us and our lips connected.

My self-control turning to dust the second his swollen lips touched mine. I snaked my hands up his arms, along his neck then finally settled in his hair. Pulling it from the roots. He made a whiney noise as I brushed my tongue along his bottom lip. I could taste the blood from one of the cuts on his lip that had split open during our haste.

I was so blissfully happy at this moment. Anywhere Tate touched my skin, he sent electric shocks to my very core. Tate pulled back from the kiss and moved his legs from the side of the bed so that he could sit and face me. I eagerly moved forward crushing my lips on his.

He wrapped arms around my lower back, pulling me forward. I moved with his guiding arms and straddled him without breaking the kiss. Oh god I missed this. Why haven't we done this sooner? Why was I mad at him?