Phantom Of My House { American Horror Story Fanfiction} On Hold

God Never Told Us How Easy It Is To Drown In Holy Water.

A/N:

Hey! So, have you seen the new season trailer of AHS? I did and FREAKED. I ran to my sister who was outside gave her the awesomest high five ever and end watched it again. I totally over reacted. Or did I? Comment below if you think or didn't and tell me how you reached.

Also, this chapter probably is going to have horrible grammar and spelling errors. I'm hyper and have my computer so, yeah. On that note I am going to have a baby poll. Names and gender. I know for a fact two girl names that will be in the poll and one boy name. Sorry for that long note. I had alot to say. This was originally 4 paragraphs long.

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I hadn't seen Tate since I told him i was pregnant. I thought he loved me, but maybe it wasn't enough. Maybe he didn't truly love me. After all I was his rebound. His replacement. And now it's all clear. My hair, my eyes, my room. All like Violets. My style, my mind set, my attitude. It was all hers. I was Violet number 2. And the perfect one at that.

But maybe I was going crazy. Paranoid. Hormonal. And this had nothing to do with her and what had happened to her family.

But it did. And I was another victum Tate this time couldn't face.

Unlike Violet I stayed by his side and let him love me even with all his sin fashing though my head when I looked in his eyes. I stayed because I was the only one crazy enough to love Tate Langdon. Lovey, Son,father, serial killer, rapist, heart breaker.

Now what am i gonna do? Wait till' he got rejected by Violet again for my chance to love him and have her seconds? No. I'm not gonna go there again. Though i have been crying these last few weeks I realise I'm not having 'IT' I'm having a living , breathing baby. And I was going to be a mother. No more self pity for me. I had to think about my baby.

I waas knocked out of my thoughts when I saw my father satnding by my door. He had lost that happy-go-lucky feel about him when I lost myself. I realised that I had myself to blame for that. I got out of bed and opened my cutian for the first time in months. My father looked at me surprised.

"Don't just stand there ass-wipe help me put some life in the death house!" I smiled and real one too and he could tell because for the first time in a londg time he smiled back.

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It was December and I was offically two months in. And Tate finally made an apperence. He was at the edge of my bed looking at me bewildered. by this time he probably thought I would be screaming his name in my sleep or trying to kill mysefl but I was planning a new years party with me, my father, his fieonce, my best friend Pam, and my other best friend Sam. Yes they're twins. girl twins.

I looked, no glared at him. "What do you want?" He reached out for me and I flinched back. He was about to cry I knew it. It was that " forgive me for I have sinned" cry he gave. Fake, but beliveable. I was not gonna go one my knees for him.

Yet.

"I love you." He whispered staring at my stiumach. "But, you can't keep that baby."

"Or what Tate? Going to kill me too?" I said what was his right to tell me what to do?

"It's evil." He said tears coming out of his eyes. I was trying to stay strong,not going over to craddle him. Tell him everything was going to be okay. But, I had to.

He cried in my arms for what seemed like forever but was only an hour and he stopped crying and kissed me. His hands on my stomach now tighting like they were tring to pop a pinple which was my baby.

i was done.

"GO AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

Or was I?

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Check out hte song to the side I'm gonna put up. Sail.