Tate x Reader twisted nerve

I understand you

My parents aren't home that much. It's like they don't have time for me or something. It seems like my mom comes home drunk often too. I try to ignore her loud outbursts and rants about my dad. I haven't seen my dad in weeks. I barely get a text because he says he's 'too busy'.
Tate tells me that it's okay to cry, I feel sad but I can't cry in that moment. When I do it comes out of nowhere as though I've been bottling it all up... I bursts into tears at the worst times. He tells me I need no one else but him.
"Who cares about your parents, they have been treating you like shit. They don't care about you? As long as you have me-"

"I, I hate her... I hate him... I hate them both." I said. I could feel the feeling I've been trying to bury, creep up slowly. The rage and resentment towards my parents. I loved them both. I only wanted them to love me back. I hated feeling like I was nothing.
"Tate, I don't want to be here anymore..."

Tate looked at me dead in the eye.
"What do you mean (y/n)?"

I clenched my delicate hands into fists. "I hate this place. I want to go home where I once lived. I-I-"
Tate hugged me tightly.
"YOU CAN'T....You won't... please (y/n) I know you hate your damn parents but don't forget that I'm here with you."
Tate started panicking and started to cry.
This was the first time I seen him cry, ever. I hugged him back. I caressed his hair. His tears resembled a child not wanting to be left alone. I know exactly how this feels, I would never want someone else to feel this way...
"Tate, I won't go away... it's okay you don't have to worry. We, have each other." I say softly.

///// time Skippy////

I held Tate while we lay in bed. I told him stories of my past. The good and the bad. I told him very intimate things I've never told anyone about. He said he understood the darkness that haunted me. The fears and torments of my mind...Now that we had each other we wouldn't have to be stuck in the darkness he said.

Tate left and I gave him a goodbye kiss...

I sat in the kitchen feeling watched intensely once again. It was like someone was standing behind me. Suddenly Constance came out of nowhere.
"Hello dear, was he here just now?" She said.

"Uh... um... Tate?" I said feeling squeamish.

"So he was here, I have to warn you now, you seem like a nice kid... I would stay away from him if I were you." She said.
I say nothing, I watch her leave. I see her daughter looking through the screen door. She smiles wickedly.
"You're going to die." The girl says.
Constance calls the girl over and they both disappear from my site.

"Now that was definitely weird." I say openly.