innocence - AHS ✓

episode six.

The morning Violet found out about what Tate had done, Rosaline and Tate had been fucking in her en suite bathroom. It wasn't until they heard Violet running down the hallway and the staircase, yelling for their mom, did they pull away from each other, panting and soaked in water from the shower overhead.

"She knows." Tate breathed out.

"She had to find out sooner or later." Rose whispered, rinsing off her body under the water before turning the shower off and stepping out into the bathroom.

Picking up one of the fresh towels Moira never failed to provide, Rosaline and Tate dried themselves off, occasionally bumping their hips against one another and smiling as they dressed. Once done getting ready for the day, Rose went to leave the room, only to have Tate wrap his arms around her midriff and pull her back to him.

"Tate." She started to say, cut off by Tate pressing a few kisses along her neck before reluctantly letting her go, pulling the bedroom door open for her with a small smile.

"My lady." He teased, bowing slightly as she passed by him, turning in the doorway to give him a small curtsy. 

"Why, thank you, kind sir." She returned, then chuckled and walked down the staircase, stopping short of the kitchen, where Violet and Constance were now confronting each other.

"You found out about Tate, didn't you? I knew you would." Constance said, looking down at the countertop.

"Get out of my house. This is not happening." Violet said, stepping into the kitchen to face the older woman.

"I questioned my sanity when I first found out. But this house... This house will make you a believer. You see, Violet, we were living here when Tate lost his way. And I believe that the house drove him to it." Constance explained, looking into the girl's eyes.

"What? No. That can't be real." Violet said, shaking her head.

"You're a smart girl. How can you be so arrogant to think that there is only one reality that you're able to see? I want you to meet someone. And you listen to me, you do not tell that sister of yours about this. You understand me?" Constance ordered Violet, standing up from the stool she had been sitting on, leading herself and Violet out and back to her house.

Upon hearing this, Rosaline's hands tightened into fists at her sides. 

What did they think they were doing? Keeping secrets, getting closer, making her feel like something was wrong with her. There was nothing wrong with her. Rosaline clutched her hands into her hair and squeezed her eyes shut, then took a deep breath. She would not let these people get the best of her. Opening her eyes, Rose brushed her fingers through her damp hair, fixing the disheveled appearance she had created before walking over to the refrigerator to make something for breakfast.

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It wasn't fifteen minutes later when Violet came bursting through the backdoor, looking over at her sister, who was cooking a single pancake in a pan.

"You knew?! This entire time, you've known, and yet you're still with him!? You... You even slept with him, didn't you!?" Violet yelled, walking over to Rosaline with tears in her eyes and an overall panicked expression on her face. 

"Yes." Was the simple answer Rosie gave, not taking her eyes off of the pancake.

"How... How could you? He killed those teenagers! He killed fifteen people!" Violet yelled, as if her sister didn't quite understand the severity of what her boyfriend had done.