Hey, this book is going to be about you and a beautiful man named Evan Peters. Now buckle up and get ready to come face to face with this adorable mess. ^-^
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"I'm back!" You shouted as you entered the murder house, which you and Tate now owned, coming back from your shopping trip. No reply. "Babe?" You said carrying your many bags into the kitchen, setting them on the counter. No reply. Now worried you walked through the house searching for you're boyfriend and knowing how unpredictable he was left you on edge. You checked everywhere but yours and his room. "Where could he be?" You mumbled to yourself as you opened the bedroom door to see darkness had swallowed it up. "Tate?" You asked as you slowly started to enter the room, feeling around the room for the light switch. You found it and wasted no time switching it on. You jumped a bit as you found your boyfriend sat on a chair right in front of you, his chocolate brown eyes held danger and he glared into yours. You sighed in relief "Why didn't you answer me?" You asked walking up to your boyfriend, his eyes glued to yours never leaving them. No reply. You stopped right in front of him looking down at him as he looked up, not saying anything. You tilted your head to the side and knelt down so you were roughly the same height. "What's wrong?" You asked once again, worry filled you eyes a little as you looked at him. He only smirked at you as his eyes changed from dangerous to psychotic in seconds and you honestly could not tell what he was thinking.
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At that moment he leaned in ever so slightly so that his mouth was by your ear which made you shiver a little. "Did you think I wouldn't know" He whispered, you could tell he was smirking but you were just confused at what he said. 'Wouldn't know what?' you though as you gave him a confused face. "I have no id-" Before you could finish your question he had pinned you to the floor, his face dangerously close to yours. "Now now Y/N... don't lie to me" He laughed a bit but then his face turned serious. "You know I don't like it when you lie to me" You could practically taste the venom that came from his words. He tightened his grip on your wrists as he looked back into your eyes and you swore he was tearing your soul apart with each passing second. Silence took over the house once again and you could tell he was getting impatient. He dug his nails into you wrist and you cried out in pain, making him smirk even more.
A couple minutes passed before he started to speak again. "I love you... you know that right? He mumbled just load enough for you to hear. Your eyes softened when you heard this, you also felt his grip loosen up a bit. "Of course I do-!" You stopped talking when you felt a stinging pain against your cheek. He slapped you. "THEN WHY DID YOU DO IT!!" He screamed in your face and once again had your hands in death grip. You winced at the pain and bit your lip trying to hold back your scream. "YOU DON'T NEED ANYONE ELSE YOU NEED ME AND ONLY ME WE WERE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER I LOVE YOU!!!" He got off you and started pacing around the room muttering words that you couldn't hear under his breath.
You slowly got up and all you could do was stare at your boyfriend in shock. Never before has he acted like this I mean sure he has his.....bad days... but he never ever has raised a hand to you. He shouted a few times but then apologised immediately and said it was the house, that it gets to him sometimes. But this. This was something else.
