REFLECTIONS (A Tate Langdon Fan Fic)

Chapter 12

~~LEAH

I led Tate to the kitchen where we both saw Moira again cleaning up the kitchen; she must have nothing better to do.

        “Moira? Can I ask you something?” I asked where Tate was behind me, she turned seeing me and him looking at her. She seemed slightly nervous by seeing Tate but I just shrugged it off.

        “What is it, Miss Hale?” she answered keeping her eyes locked onto Tate while Tate his eyes locked onto her.

        “What do you know about the clinic downstairs? It’s locked.” I asked where she looked back at me seeming confused.

        “Just that the doctor was doing bad things down there, it was sealed off after their deaths. They destroyed the key afterwards, no way to get in.” she replied where I smiled slightly almost likely she forgot what I can do. I turned towards the basement where Tate was right behind me; we made it towards the door that was sealed shut. I slowly placed my hand onto the door feeling the pain of everyone who went inside this room. I heard screams of pain and objects clinging against metal, I winced back startled into Tate’s arms. I again heard loud gunshots echo into my mind where I shook everything off.

        “Are you alright?” Tate asked holding my body against his chest, I was so confused what happened but I knew it was in the past.

        “I was just surprised. I got to get that door open.” I replied where he looked at me like I was almost crazy to say this.

        “Moira said it was sealed shut? How will you managed to do that?” he asked where I turned giving a smile before looking at the door. I closed my eyes for a second; I felt the energy inside me start to form. I opened my eyes and sent the wave of telekinetic energy at the door which blew it open. Tate was stunned to see that I could do this; I went towards the room seeing why it was sealed. Tate was behind me where we saw the rusted tools and blood covering the walls. I could hear the women screaming from pain, the smells of rotten flesh penetrated my nose. I saw a bottle on the counter; I touched it seeing it was Ether.

        “Ether is an anesthesia used to be inhaled to be able to perform painful operations and renders them unconscious. It’s like chloroform used to knock someone else. The side effects include hallucinations, light headiness, paranoia and can be even deadly. I guess this is why Charles is a little loopy when I try to talk to him other than the gunshot wound.” I explained to Tate who was looking at the sharp tools on the tray next to us.

        “What do you think these tools were used for?” he asked showing me a pair of Forceps which I felt my heart drop.

        “That would be forceps used to pull babies out of women when in labor. I guess by the blood here it wasn’t used for that.” I started where Tate sort of dropped it and wipe his hand on his shirt.

        “What do you think they used it for then?” he asked where picked up a jar that had an object floating in some liquid.

        “Judging by what’s in here, I say abortions.” I replied calmly where Tate seemed sick by what I showed him, I guess I was use to the sick stuff since I’ve done this for so long. I placed the jar back onto the table and took Tate’s hand with mine pulling him out of the room. I shut the door behind me where I could see that Tate was relieved to be out of there. I pinned his back against the wall pressing my body against his, I could tell he liked it. We spent the rest of the day watching movie after movie but I think we were distracted by one another’s lips. I could hear Moira’s voice warning me again but I knew it drowned out with each kiss Tate pressed against my lips. I knew that my father would’ve been home soon so we continued to watch movies until they got back. Tate and I spent almost all day together when I heard my father was coming up to the room, we turned our gaze to the movie and eventually my father looked at me.

        “I see he’s still here.” My father exclaimed where Tate glared over to him slightly looking like he had a chill go through his back. “Well tonight I am going to start writing Charles and Nora’s story. After we learn anything else tonight so you can get the next two nights off.”

        “That’s interesting to hear dad.” I replied where my father just looked at Tate before Tate gave him a sincere smile. “I guess I’ll prepare myself.”  I walked out of the bedroom where my father seemed to stop Tate where he stood. I prayed my father wasn’t going to threaten or scare Tate off. I guess I’ll find out later when Tate tells me what happened. I closed my eyes in the living room trying to sense where Nora and Charles were and I opened my eyes seeing them standing before me.

        “You should listen to Moira; she’s right about the boy. He will hurt you like the others he did.” Nora replied and now I was concerned whether I should now check out Tate’s past. I could hear footsteps coming towards me and I had to forget this for now.