✔️ | This world | Tate Langdon X Reader

|Chapter 11| Truth

"I'm so sorry Constance"
Constance smiled sadly at you.
"Hello (Y/N), I-It's okay though, please meet my medium"Constance sighed
You waved lightly.
"I just talked to her, she'll be going now"She smiled tearful eyes
The medium walked off.
"I talked to Addie, she misses you already."Constance twitched a smile
You smiled crying lightly.
"Look, don't tell Tate, he can't know his sisters dead."Constance cried bring out a box
Photos, of Addie and Tate, though he was the same age, Addie was much younger.
"How?-"
"Tate died in that house."Constance begun
"Years before you moved in, so many years ago he did something horrible."
"Tate?"
Your mind flashed back to Leah, to the invaders. Tate.
"He did such a bad thing, ever hear of the Westfield Massacre?"Constance asked
"He killed people but it was never his fault, he died on that house when we lived there, he died."
"Are you sure?..."
"Tate Langdon died in that house"
She told you everything as you searched the massacre, Tate died, he killed those people.

All you knew is that you now sat in the same library, the 'hero teacher' sitting in his wheelchair.
"Another one huh? Another person to annoy me, peg me about the shooting"The man rolled his eyes
"No I'm not her, not here to do that. I just- just wanted to know- did you ever know Tate?"You breathed heavily
This wasn't sitting well in your heart or in your mind, Tate was dead, those 'fluffers' they were the previous owners. Everything was off.
"I did but not well. He would sit in silence thinking about something. Borrowed random books on birds and stuff"
"Do you know why?..."You asked
"No I don't!"The man growled angrily
"I apologise"
"For now just take a book and get out of here I'm not in the right mood for this..."The man teared up
You nodded, grabbing a book, a book about birds that Tate borrowed back then.
"I'm sorry"

-Chapter 11-
Word count: 337
Date Written: 14-10-17