I'm in love with a killer.

3. The basement.

Tate held my hand and walked beside me.

He opened the door. Iv'e never been here before.

"Seems like you know the house." i said.

"Yeah. You're right. I know." He said and putted the lights on. We were in the basement.

"Why did you brought me here?" i asked. I was confused and nervous. I don't want to be here. This place is creeping me out.

"Are you afraid?" He asked and stepped closer.

I nodded. Then the door opens and my father comes in.

"You shouldn't be in here." He said in serious tone. Tate, meet me in my office, its in upstairs.

Then my dad looked me into my eyes and said:

"Don't hang out with him."

"Why?" I asked. Well i knew the answer but whatever.

"He is one of my patients. You cant be friends with them. Em, they're dangerous."

"Tate isnt dangerous!" I said. I was angry. Tate is my friend. He is my only friend.

"Well, you don't know what he has done." My dad said and continued:

"You cant be friends with him."

I ran to my room and slam my door. I lie on my bed.

"Emily, Are you ok?" A voice asks. I turned around and Tate sat on my bed.