Her Savior (completed)

Chapter 6

My heard began to race. This is the moment of truth, the moment I actually find out what happened to Tate. Who he actually was. I clicked on the link. A photo of Tate popped up.

"Tate Langdon was born in 1977 to Hugo and Constance Langdon. Tate was the brother of Adelaide and Beauregard Langdon. Tate Langdon set Larry Harvey, his mother's boyfriend at the time on fire, before heading to school and brutally murdering 15 students as well as a teacher in the school library. Tate returned home, where he was eventually gunned down by the SWAT team that was sent to his house to apprehend him."

I felt nauseous. I actually am fucking crazy.

"Yes?" The teacher looked up from her book

"Can I go to the bathroom?"

"Sure. Take the hall pass, hurry back."

I got right out of my seat and rushed out of the room, grabbing the green clipboard on my way. When I reached the bathroom, I looked at my phone. "12:55PM"

I opened the door to the largest stall, walked in, locked the door, and sat on the floor. I instantly began to cry as I put my knees up to my chest. I cupped my hands over my face.

I felt like I was trapped in my own house with a murderer; which I was. I was stuck. Violet- there was something with her and him and it looked like years were put into their relationship, too many years. A part of me wished I never even looked into Tate's history but a part of me is glad because now, I know who he really is-- the kind of monster he was. What he did to all of those people. For all I know, it could be worse.

I decided to skip the next two periods and called my mom to pick me up at the end of the day.

We sat in silence until my mother finally spoke up. "How was the first day?" She glanced over at me and back at the road. "Fine." I replied quickly, with no hesitation. I honestly didn't feel like talking at all. I felt like if I tried to say a single sentence the words would gather behind my lower lip and I would stumble on them and fall.

We got to the driveway. I began to get butterflies in my stomach--not the good ones, like the ooey gooey ones where you felt like you were going to throw up. I slowly stumbled out of the car and my mother had to practically pull me into the house. "Come on, what's your problem, huh?"

When we got through the front door, I glanced up at Tate on the top of the steps. I felt nauseated again. I attempted to ignore him and walked into the kitchen, grabbing an apple. As I was about to take the apple from the fruit bowl, I felt a hand touch my arm. I whirled around.

Tate crashed into me; pulling me into a tight embrace. I backed up and pushed him off. He had an aggravated expression "What did I do?" I ignored him and rushed out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and into my bedroom; locking the door behind me.

I clashed onto my bed, stuffing my face in my pillow, crying uncontrollably. I didn't want to be mad at him. I didn't want to hate him. I didn't want to know what he did or who he was. But I did, and something inside of me told me to stay away from him. It told me he was dangerous and all he had to do was turn on me one day and he wouldn't be the same Tate I knew.

I heard my door open and someone walk in, I knew it was Tate.

He sat on the bed next to me. "I know what it is, I know why-" His voice cracked and he sniffed. "I'm different, I swear." He paused. "I hardly remember any of it. All I know is that I was a bad person then. I'm not like that anymore Cassy. I would never hurt you, or let anyone hurt you."

He gently grabbed my hand and I allowed him. I turned over and looked up at him into his eyes. "You hurt a lot of people, Tate. How can you tell me you're different? How can you prove to me that you're different?" A tear fell from his eyes and onto my hand.

"Because, I love you"

My heart dropped. The words echoed in my head. I felt it, I knew it was true but what was I supposed to say? I love him too? I don't think I ever could.