Tate langdon X reader

Chapter 1

Y/N's POV;
"Really, again?!" I scream at the top of my lungs at my asshole of a dad. He stands there unfazed. "No! No I'm not fucking moving again!" I argue. "Honey.. we need to" my dad looks me in my (e/c) eyes, his eyes are soft and tired. "No, every time! Every fucking year!
We move, and I'm sick of it!"

"We don't have a choice"

"Yes we do dad!"

"Y/N! WE'RE MOVING AND THATS FINAL!"
I feel the tears filling up the brim of my eyes, I storm upstairs as I hear my dads voice fading with every step. "Y/N!...Y/N..Y/-" I didn't care. I blasted for the first time by the script. And locked my door so he couldn't enter. I hated this, I hated living somewhere new every year I could never make friends because we kept moving so I became what people call a loner but I'm not. It's just me and my dad living together, my mom died when I was 5 and we haven't stopped moving since then, mom and dad got in a fight and dad took me because mom was a psycho drunk. That night she fell asleep with a lit cigarette in her mouth and the house burned to the ground. She was abusive and mean and she just ugh! I crept out of my room to the bathroom and took a razor blade out of my dads razor and ran to my room, the blade was cold as it came in contact with my skin, the blood fascinated me. It stung for a few minutes but I've gotten used to the feelings.
"Y/N?!" My dad yells from down the stairs

"What? What could you possibly want now?!"

"We're leaving tomorrow morning, finish packing"

"Whatever!"
I go back to the blade, more and more. The blood takes over my wrist as I wince in pain when the alcohol hits my scars. I clean them up and throw on my black long sleeve T-shirt that has a half skull have human face and it says humans are the real monsters. I grab a photo off my dresser to put on my box, it was me and Jane my best friend at graduation in 8th grade dancing to a song. We were both 14 that was 2 years ago, I cried at the memories I shared with her before she had passed away and god I missed her.

*The Next Day*
"Y/N, Y/N. get up we gotta go"
"I'm tired, go away" dad pulled the blankets off me. "Get up, now" he snarled. I stretch my legs and arms as I go to stand up I get light headed. So I sit back down. After a minute or two passed i decided to try again, this time I was fine. I grabbed a box and headed to the car. "I still don't get why we're moving" I sighed. "Y/N stop" he sternly remarks. After we finished putting our boxes in the car, we headed to our new house. I refused to call it a home because homes mean that there's love there but there isn't. I put in my black headphones and play dear insecurity by gnash and start to nod off.

*2 hours later*
I woke up due to my dad yelling at another driver. "Dad, let me drive. You're tired" "no, I'm fine" he replies bluntly. "Whatever..dad" I play on my phone for a bit, games like helix jump and word searches, they passed the time. We Arrived at around 10pm and I was ready to go back to sleep. The house was big, older. It had a big black gate in the front of it. Which kinda freaked me out.

Tate's POV;
I was staring out the window of my old bedroom when I saw a black truck pull up in front of the house, I ducked so no one would see me when a girl came out with (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. She was about 5'4 and beautiful. I decided to not show her I existed, it would freak her out that some guy was in her house.

Y/N's POV;
I felt like I was being watched so I look up at the house and no one was there it freaked me out because I didn't know who.. or what was staring at me.

(a/n; sorry for the short chapter, I wrote this at 4am so yeah)