Innocent: Tate Langdon/ Kit Walker

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It was already December and this... house has revealed a lot if creepy things. Tate told me that ghosts lived here, I was very skeptical until I saw one. She had short blonde curly hair and had a very calming voice. There was an exit wound on the back of her head, I didn't- I couldn't believe it at first. But she was very kind and wise... I think her name was Nora? I also met her "baby", Thaddeus. He scared the shit out of me, he lived in the basement that's why I never go down there. So I'm living in a fucked up house, going to a fucked up school, and talking to fucked up people. Awesome. The only person that kept me from freaking out was Tate, he really understood me and I always know he will protect me from the unknown.

"What do you want for Christmas?" I casually asked him while flipping through a magazine. He looked up and starred at me, trying to find the perfect thing he wanted I assumed.

"I want you." He smiled. I instantly started blushing and looked back down at the magazine, heat still burning my cheeks. I heard him laugh a little and then he laid down by me, putting his head in my lap. I ran my fingers through his soft hair while I listened to him hum. There was a loud bang on the door causing me to jump a little, I grabbed Tate's hand so he could come with me to answer the door. When I reached the polished wood door, I got on my tip toes and looked through the peep hole. There stood a cop, confused I opened the door and stepped in front of Tate, our fingers still intertwined.

"Hello?" I said knitting my eyebrows together. The firm black cop opened his mouth to day something but then glanced up at Tate, eyes going wide. He signaled to his buddy I was guessing, but instead of one cop coming up to my porch... there was five. I gasped confused and looked at Tate who's head was titled in confusion also. The black cop grabbed me by my shoulders and pushed me away from Tate, almost k coking me in the ground.

"Don't touch her!" I heard Tate yell, I looked up to see Tate, handcuffed and being dragged out of my lonely house.

"Kit Walker, you are under arrest for the murder of 5 teens at a school shooting. You may remain silent and anything you do or say can be used against you in court.

"What the fuck?! He's not Kit Walker!" I yelled banging on the back of the closest cop, it didn't affect him. I looked up at Tate who had tears running down his face. I looked at his pleading brown eyes, searching for a response as the cops dragged him out.

"I'm Tate Langdon" He whispered. I nodded knowing that he was, a tear streamed down my face and I let it slowly make its way down my cheek.

"I'm not Kit Walker!" He screamed as he got pulled into the ambulance that was about to take him away to the asylum.

"I'll get you out." I chocked.