The bad boy (american horror story and evan peters fanfic)

Chapter 8

-- Still Tates POV -- 

"What is it?" Skye asks.

"6/7 years ago when the Harmons where still alive living in this house.." I say

"yeah..?" She asks eagerly to know what I did. I don't want her to know..

"I.. um.. had sex with Vivian." There. It's out. Now she knows. 

"What the fuck? Why?" she asks raising her voice.

"Well, a while ago, I found Nora Montgomery crying her eyes out in the basement. She was the original house owner who ended up dying. Her child was stolen and killed and her husband deformed him, which left her in the forever sadness of missing her baby. Before I knew the harmons, I promised her once a new family moved in that I would get her a baby. I keep my promises."  I explain getting really upset. 

-- Skyes POV --

"So you didn't rape her or have sex with her just to do it..?" I ask. What the fuck. Do I get mad at him, or do I just be understanding because this was before I knew him, after all, he was trying to help someone. 

"god no. I would never. I was trying to help Nora. She lost her child and she's been upset for as long as I've known her." he says

"okay." I let out. 

"okay?" he asks

"I just need sometime to think about this. So you think it Vivian called them?" i ask trying to calm down.

"Maybe Sky, I don't know."

"How would she have known?" I ask 

"There are no secrets in this house. Even thought you can't see everyone doesn't mean that they aren't here listening. Anyone could've heard. I bet it was her." he tries to tell me. 

"How much time do you think I have until they come?" I ask 

"Probably not much time. What do you think you're going to do?" 

"Honestly I can't go to jail." I express.

"What if you do what I did??" he says getting all excited. 

"Woah you're joking right? We just met." I say 

"Im serious, I've never met anyone like you. You're perfect. Would you rather live here with me or in jail?" He says.

"Maybe that's not such a bad idea... What about my parents.. They will be ruined." I look down feeling overall sadness about them knowing what I did. 

"They can deal with it, my mother did." he jokes. 

"She forgave you? " I ask. 

"More or less, We are used to very fucked up situations." He explains.  

"What's her name, is she here too?" I ask

"Constance was her name, and no she passed away last summer in the house next door. It was in her sleep, so she didn't get the chance to come over here with the rest of us. " he says showing sadness. 

"That sucks. I would've liked to meet her." I say.

"She probably wouldn't have liked you." He jokes.

--4 Hours Later-- 

"THIS IS THE LAPD OPEN UP. WE HAVE A WARRANT FOR SKYE STONE'S ARREST." 

"Excuse me.. What is this about..?" mom says opening the door. 

They just burst through. They run upstairs straight to my bedroom with their giant guns in arm. They listen to the door, knock for a second. Then before I knew it.. 

They busted in, guns aimed right at me. 

I just sit there on my bed. Tate by my side. We both look at the officers and don't move.