A/N: HEY GUYS um this chapter might be a lil confusing haha ok so - the first few chapters were just kinda going along with the story line of the tv show and now im taking it into my own hands; JUST TO CLARIFY THIS CHAPTER IS JUMPING AHEAD TO AFTER VIOLET BANISHES TATE OK so it's a huge jump in the TV show story line but this fanfic wasnt made so that i could write the tv show out lol so i hope u enjoy:)
"He's so little," I whispered, holding on to the only sibling I had that could remain here in the house: Jeffrey. Constance had taken the other one away, the devil child, the one that Tate made when he fucking raped my mother.
I felt him watching me all the time. I knew he was waiting for me to call his name, but the word "Tate" hadn't been spoken in my family for almost a decade. My father despised him; my mother thought it was time to forgive. I have for-fucking-ever to decide that, Mom.
I didn't have just one reason to hate Tate, so it pissed me off when almost everyone besides my dad mentioned the word "forgive" to me every 5 seconds. He had raped my mother, killed my mother, lied to me on multiple occasions, didn't save me when I was dying, and you know what? I'm gonna add my father's death to that list, just for the hell of it.
Jeffrey started to gurgle in my arms, and I bounced him softly, humming a tune to him: Lithium by Nirvana. Kurt Cobain. Tate. God, everything in my life revolved around -
"Tate! Hello there, stop lurking around and sulking and join us!" Moira spoke, motioning to the shadows and giving me a pointed glare. I saw his mop of blonde hair and forced myself to look away, trying to get rid of the lonely ache in my chest that's been there ever since I told him to go away. The baby was lifted from my arms by who knows, because when I opened my eyes to see, his big brown eyes were staring back at me.
"Violet." He spoke cautiously, and sadly, but it felt so good to have him say my name again. No, I couldn't think that way, no. "Violet," he said again, standing up and holding out a hand, "let me explain." I slapped his hand away and found my way to the basement, hoping he was smart enough to follow me. I sat on the cold floor, closing my eyes tight so I wouldn't cry. When I heard him enter I took a deep breath, looked at my hands, and said, "You have ten minutes."
I listened to his elaborate story on how he was trying to help Nora, and when he raped my mom it was before he knew me, before he loved me. I listened to his "I'm sorry"s and shaky "I love you"s and the occasional "Violet, look at me, please, just look at me, goddamnit".
I stared at my hands for some good time, my mind reeling. "We need time, Tate."
I heard his pathetic laugh that was born from desperation and depression. "Time? Vi, we've had years! Please, Violet, understand -"
I held up a hand, indicating for him to stop. "Don't." I glanced up, watching his chest heave up and down, my eyes traveling to meet his softening gaze. "Distance. We need distance. We'll..." The basement was completely silent, the only sound being Tate's shaky breaths. "We can be friends."
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"She wants us to be friends." I rolled the red rubber ball into the darkness of the basement, waiting until it rolled back to talk again. "Can you believe that? I just love her so much, goddamnit, I have to take whatever I can get." I, again, rolled the ball back, and it didn't return, so I figured he was done talking. But I wasn't. "She's so beautiful. Her heart is so beautiful. I wish we weren't dead so I could marry her, and give her a nice house, not this shit hole, and ten million beautiful children that are just like her." The ball slowly rolled back towards me again, and I smiled. "Thanks, bud. I knew you would come through."
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short bc im lacking ideas but it'll get better. and i have a question for y'all. if i started another fanfic that wasnt AHS related but was still "morbid" like AHS would you guys read it? :)
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