Tate Langdon: Moving On

Skull Makeup

-Tate P.O.V-
I followed to where the girl with red hair ran off. I stood at the top of the balcony, having unknown presence, and saw her with her parents down by the front door, also with the sales woman. Mover-men were wheeling in the new owners belongings. That's whom must of been at the door.
"If you guys have any trouble with the house, make sure to contact me." smiled the sales woman whilst she handed the girl with red hair's dad a contact card.
"We will." smiled her dad.
"Well, enjoy your home and make sure these men don't damage your belongings. Ta ta!" said the sales woman as she left the house. The girl with red hair had an expression of confusion and a little shock on her face, no fear at all though, which made me wonder.
"Honey, there is even an office where I can do my work at home and see my patients." said her dad.
"Lawrence, I swear, the last family who died here, I swear the man of the house was a physiatrist aswell? And he did his work in that exact office." worried her mom.
"Don't worry, Rose. This place has been empty for six months now. This place is completely homey and normal." he said and then kissed her on the forehead. That was it. I had to book myself with that mysterious girl's father and I can get to know her. Just like I did with Ben and just like I did with Violet. Oh Violet. The thought of her sprung back into my head again and made me feel a small amount of pain in my heart.
"What are you doing, Tate?" I heard a voice. I looked up and saw Ben standing just a few metres behind me with his hands in his pockets. "You better not be planning on murdering or raping any of the newbies, huh?" he spoke. I felt anger flow into me.
"No Ben. I wouldn't dream of doing that." I said sternly.
"Good. Now why are you in the halls? I don't want you messing around with Violet, understand?" I could feel tears building up behind my eyes but I held them back.
"I'm not." I said again in the same tone. I then started to walk away from him and headed down towards the stairs, planning my return to the basement.

-Effy's P.O.V-
I stood by the doorway watching the mover-men shift in all of our furniture and put them in the correct places of the house whilst my parents started arguing over my dad's work. I was still a little freaked about the picture I had stuck in my head. What was going on? Who was that boy? Why was he in the basement. Curiosity drove me insane, so I thought I'd go grab a flashlight and head back down to the basement. Maybe he's been trapped down there. Just as I was about to go, I bumped straight into an old woman coming through the front door.
"Hey!" I said. I looked her up and down and saw that she was wearing a maid outfit. She had short, curly red hair and ruby red lips to match. She looked at least in her late sixties. I caught my parents attention when I shouted out.
"Excuse me ma'am, who are you?" my dad asked, walking over to me and pushed me away from her slightly.
"Pardon me sir, I am Moira O'Hara. I am here to be your maid." she spoke.
"A woman as beautiful as you? A maid? You should be in beauty pageants." flattered my mom. I have her a grossed out look.
"I agree!" laughed my dad. I looked at them both as if they were insane.
"Thank you for your kind words, but I am only here to serve you both. As I have for all the past owners for years." spoke Moira.
"Years? How old could you be?" asked my dad.
"Nearly a hundred." I mumbled to myself, crossing my arms. Luckily, neither Moira or my parents heard me.
"A woman never reveals her age. Now, do you mind if I get started and seen to my room?" she asked, expecting to be taken on as easy as that.
"Of course! Let me take your bags." jumped my dad as he quickly grabbed the maid's bags from her and started to lead her up the stairs. My mom just stood there and smiled and then headed off to the kitchen. I stood there confused on why my dad was acting so friendly towards the maid, especially when he only just met her. I shook my head at the weirdness and decided to go back up to my room and unpack from the boxes the mover-men had placed in my room.
By the time we had officially unpacked and settled in, it was around five in the evening. Moira had already moved into the spare bedroom and begun working for us, preparing dinner for tonight. Mom was deciding what wallpaper she wanted the dining room to have and dad had just finished unloading the last bits and bobs for his new office. I found it a bit weird that one of the owners before use to be a physiatrist aswell. Hm, odd. I had just finished sorting my room to be just how I wanted. I had my old bed, wardrobe and desk back in along with my bookshelf filled with horror and serial killers books in alphabetical order. I had also picked my camera up off the floor and put it away, back in the drawer so I could forget about the picture of that boy on there. I had to take that image out of my mind so I decided to be creative and do some makeup.

-Tate's P.O.V-
I waited the rest of the day in the basement for the new owners to move in properly and settle down and then I had my chance. I guess I still needed the help anyway and since Ben wouldn't help me anymore, let alone talk to me properly, I found this an easier way. I sneaked out the back door and went around the house to get to the front. On the wall beside the front door was already a slab for the physiatrist. I took a deep breath in, made sure my presence was viewable, and rung the doorbell. I waited for at least ten seconds before the door was opened before me.
"Hello, can I help you?" said the girl with red hair's dad, the physiatrist.
"Hi, I'm here to make an appointment with you, Doctor Scott." I smiled.
"I'm afraid my office isn't open today so I can't be seeing any patients but I'll be available tomorrow." he sorried.
"It's okay, I only want to make an appointment for tomorrow, doctor." I charmed.
"Well okay then son, come on through." smiled Doctor Scott. I smiled back as he welcomed me into his home. The home I also lived in. I looked around the house to see if I could find a glimpse of the girl with red hair but I was sent straight into his office with him. I sat myself down on a chair opposite his as he went to go and find appointment forms.
"Ah here we go, what's your name son?" asked Doctor Scott as he found the portfolio filled with appointment forms.
"Uh, Tate doctor. Tate Langdon." I smiled as he handed me the form. His face dropped a little.
"Tate Langdon? I swear a Tate Langdon passed away in this house, if you didn't know?" questioned Doctor Scott. I panicked for a second and then came up with a good cover.
"My father. My father was also called Tate Langdon, I'm junior. He was murdered in this house, shot down." I spoke.
"Liar." I heard a voice next to me. I turned my head and saw Violet staring at me with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. She had herself hidden from Doctor Scott so only I could see her, so I didn't say a word back to her.
"Oh wow, really? I'm so sorry Tate. Is that what you want help for? The loss of your dad?" asked Doctor Scott, comforting as I filled out the application.
"Uh, kinda, but that's not the main reason." I explained as I continued to fill out the form. I looked at Violet in the corner of my eye and saw her shaking her head at me.

-Effy's P.O.V-
I finally finished doing my makeup. I decided to paint half of my face with a skull face. I thought it looked kind of cool to be honest, but I knew if I didn't get it off now, it was going to stain. I opened the drawer on my desk in search of my wet wipes. They weren't in the same place as I usually put them, in fact they weren't in my room at all. I walked out and went into the bathroom in search for them. Not in there either. At this point I started to get a little annoyed. I bet Moira has moved them somewhere. I came out of the bathroom and made my way down stairs towards the kitchen to find Moira dishing up the dinner and my mom lighting a cigarette.
"Have any of you seen my wet wipes? I have no idea where they are." I said, aiming the question at Moira.
"Oh! Effy, how are you so good that makeup? That's amazing!" said mom, actually impressed.
"Pretty impressive, Miss Scott." joined Moira.
"Uh, thanks? But have you seen my wet wipes? I kinda need to get this stuff off my face." I said, impatiently.
"You've lost them? Try your father, he sometimes uses wet wipes to polish things...the weirdo." said mom, trailing off. I groaned and rolled my eyes and then left the kitchen. I walked straight to my dad's office and didn't hesitate but opened the door and walked straight in.
"Dad, have you seen my-" I suddenly stopped when I realised that he wasn't alone in his office. A young boy, around my age, was sat opposite my dad, filling in forms.
"Honey, what have I said about walking into my office without knocking?" spoke dad.
"Uh, sorry dad." I said, a little embarrassed.
"Hey, awesome makeup." said the boy. I looked down to see him smiling at me. I stood there with my mouth slightly open, admiring him. He had shortish, curly blonde hair, clear blue eyes and a cute baby face with dimples when he smiled, as he appeared to be smiling at me. "I love the whole half flesh, half skull thing going on." he smiled. I smiled back.
"Uh sorry, Tate this is my daughter Effy, Effy this will be one of my new patients, Tate." introduced my dad.
"Effy. What an awesome name too." He held his hand out for me to shake it. I did. His skin was absolutely freezing which made me flinch a tiny bit. I don't know what was wrong with me, I just couldn't speak a word to him.
"Now Effy, what was it that you wanted?" asked dad.
"Uh, wet wipes? Do you have any wet wipes? I kinda need to get this makeup off eventually." I said quietly, trying not to keep looking at Tate. My dad sighed and leaned himself back to reach onto his desk behind him.
"Here you are." He handed them to me. "Remember to knock next time, okay?" he smiled. I grabbed the wet wipes and smiled and nodded.
"See you later, Effy." smiled and waved Tate. I waved slightly back to him and then closed the door behind me. What the hell was wrong with me? Why did the sight of that Tate turn me to mush? I mean he was cute and all but seriously Effy, get your shit together.