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AHS) For All Eternity (T.L.)

For All Eternity (Tate Langdon X Reader)

Fandom: American Horror Story
Requested: Nope
Warnings: death, suicide
W.C. 1990
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~1975~

"Dad, was there a reason to move to Los Angeles other than I caught you sleeping with Aunt Veronica?"

"Things have been strained since-"

"Yeah, since mom died. You still never told me about it. What was it? Murder? Suicide?"

"Stop with these questions, (Y/N). You're barely 16."

"I deserve to know, dad," I replied before looking out the window and mumbling, "It didn't just a

affect you."

After falling asleep for nearly 7 hours, we pulled up to this large Victorian-style house.

"Hello! You must be the (Y/L/N)s! It's great to meet you. I'm Hydie, and I can't wait to show you everything this house has to offer." We walked up to the porch, and my Dad and Hydie were talking about the house and all that jazz. I walked in before looking around at the stained glass and chandeliers. They stayed in the living room while I ventured up the stairs and to a bedroom with a large window and seat with a view of the area. I smiled at the thought of me living here; I'd have peace away from him and his affairs, and he could never take that away.

I happily walked down the stairs to see them conversing in the kitchen. Before I walked into the kitchen, I turned down a hall that had a door leading to the basement. The basement is practically empty. The random pipe here, a heater there, but there are also multiple rooms. I walked into one room with a bathtub, one with a small rocking crib and a supply closet room. I shrugged before going up to the kitchen, and they were already talking about the price.

"So, you like it? I'm putting in the offer as we speak," he said gesturing towards the papers spread across the countertops.

"I like it. I call the bedroom with the bay window."

~

I've had it. Aunt Veronica moved in claiming that my father was "emotionally distraught" after my mother's passing. That's a load of bullshit. If he's going to continue sleeping with Veronica, fine by me. I'll just leave. I am tired of hearing them from next door. It is revolting. He thinks it is acceptable to sleep with his wife's sister less than a week after her passing. That's even assuming that he started to sleep with her after my mom's death. I despise how he thinks everything can be pushed under the bed like it never happened; he refuses to mention my mom, refuses to acknowledge me as his daughter and only pays attention to Aunt Veronica or as he tells everyone, "his soulmate."

I walked into the basement before stepping into the room with the old baby crib. Nora, who was sitting on the small stool, noticed my upset demeanor and stood up to give me a hug. Nora was the only person who would listen to me as I had no friends at school to talk to. I have been constantly bullied since I got here, and with no one to talk to, she became my closest ally.