Paradox Love <|AHS, Murder House

Chapter 1

Tate looked out of the window. Violet, the new girl, had just told him she wanted him to go away so he did. She hadn't even been in the house for a week and already did she think she owned  it.  Stupid girl. Vivian, Violet's mum, pulled up onto the driveway and stopped the engine. The driver door opened and so did the passenger. What Tate didn't expect though was for a new girl to step out of the car. She had to be around Violet's age, if not older. She wore mostly black, a bit grim if you asked him. She helped Vivian with some bags and walked into the house.

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"Juliet, meet Moira the house maid." Vivian smiled and placed one of Juliet bags on the floor. Moira gave the girl a polite smile. "Moira this is Juliet, our eldest daughter." Juliet and Moira shook hands and Moira turned back to her previous job, washing the dishes.  Vivian smiled at her daughter. "Why don't you take your bags to your room, I'll call you for dinner." Juliet nodded and grabbed her bag.

"Sure" She strut out of the room and up the old stairs that creaked with every step she took. Assuming the first two doors let to her parents and sister's rooms Juliet skipped them and walked into the large bedroom.

It seemed unused for years, dust covered every inch of it. Juliet sneezed as the first layer of dust filled her nose. She smiled though and placed her bag on her new bed. She sat down next to it and examined the room. It was fairly large with a bathroom attached to it and even a small fireplace.  A large dresser stood at one of the walls next to a window that seemed to look out onto the garden. There was also a desk, painting, old gramophone and a pair of comfy chairs. Why hadn't Vi chosen this room? Oh I see, the light walls matched with the light wooden floor. Vi liked the dark while Juliet didn't care that much. She could always paint it.

Juliet opened her bag and took out her iPod with her portable speaker. She plugged it in and selected her favourite song for the day. 'Come as you are' from Nirvana. Its familiar tunes filled the room making Julia smile. She took her hair out of its messy bun and started the process of cleaning the room.

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After hours of cleaning Juliet placed her last item on the desk and smiled at her work. That was until she noticed the boy behind her messing with her books.

"I take it your one of my dad's new bitches" The boy froze and looked up, caught in the act. Juliet crossed her arms and gave him a questioning glace. The boy looked about her age. He wore a hoodie and his eyes shone with mischief.

The boy released her book. "Who's asking?"

"Juliet" She held out her hand. The boy glanced down at it before he shook it.

"Tate" He smirked. "I didn't know they had another kid"

"I'm not a kid, I'm your age." Tate chuckled and moved back to the stack of books. "Does my dad know you're up here?" Tate kept his eyes locked on the books and shook his head.

"Not really, he doesn't really like me" Juliet laughed and moved back to her bed, sitting on it.

"So, do you like Nirvana?" This caught Tate's attention. He smirked and looked up from the books.

"Who doesn't" He grew serious. "Do you?" Juliet nodded before she pointed at her record collection, containing mostly Nirvana. "Sweet" Tate abandoned the books and walked over to the records. He skimmed over them while Juliet watched him. There was something very off about him.

"Do you live in the neighbourhood?"

"Next door" Tate stalked over to her. "My turn." He grabbed her wrist and held it up. Old scars littered her wrist. Not cut scars but burn scars. "When did you make these?" Juliet pried her eyes away from Tate's dark eyes and glanced at her wrist. Old memories dancing in front of her eyes.

"The last one was a year ago. My dad made me stop." She chuckled coldly. "He thought he had cured me from my illness. Now I just make them where he can't see them." Tate stared at her in admiration, tracing the beautiful scars with his fingers. "I believe that burning something cures it from all the evil and protects it from harm. Like the old Maia's used to do" Juliet's eyes searched his face before they settled on his wrist. "What is your story?" Tate's eyes shot to hers. He released her wrist and moved to sit on her bed, in front of her. Just like he had done yesterday with Violet.  He held up his wrist, showing his old scars.

"This one I did after my father left, I was ten I think." He pointed at one before he moved to the next. "And this one I did after I started school."

"You went to school here?" Tate nodded, lowering his wrist.

"Yeah, Westfield. Are you going?" Juliet sighed.

"My parents are making me go. They say it's good for my social skills. It's bullshit" Tate smiled, feeling all bubbly inside. Weird.

"Why did you move here?"

"My dad cheated on my mom. She caught him in the act. I have never heard him scream like that before"

"You were there?" Juliet nodded, her face stoic.

"Yeah, my mom had just picked me up from my art class. At first she thought there was a burglar in the house, it turned out to be my father's new toy." Tate watched as her face turned into a void of emotion. He didn't want to see her like this, so helpless.

"If you love someone, you should never leave them. Never." To his surprise, Juliet smiled.

"That's a great quote to live by." Tate smiled, seeing her smile. He looked down, trying to hide one of his genuine smiles but Juliet crooked her head, trying to see it.

"I like your dimples."

"I like your scars."

"JULIET, DINNER!!"

"Well, shit."