Maniac (American Horror Story)

11 // Broken

"Say it again," I whispered, my fingers tracing the veins in his pale skin. His dimples deepened as he smiled wider, looking up at me and laughing.

"Say what?"

I groaned, partly shoving him off me, because I know he would give in. "Okay, alright, alright, Vi!" He sat up and kissed me, keeping my forehead close to his. "I love you." A warm feeling spread through my chest and I could feel myself falling in love with this golden haired psychopath all over again.

"Godamnit, Tate. I love you, too." He bit his lip and smiled again, stroking my hair and kissing me over and over again.

"I can't wait," he spoke, nuzzling into me, "for us to be like this forever."

I wiped away the tear slipping down cheek, cold and wet and filled with sadness. I had been thinking about him. When wasn't I? It was so much easier when I could feel him and not see him; when I knew he was there but I couldn't touch him, hold him. It was so much harder to see the hurt in his eyes and the lust in his heart. I turned to look in the doorway to my dad's office, seeing Hayden lounging on his old dusty desk.

"Thinking about lover boy again?" Her voice - her being - reeked of hatred and loathing. "Me too, honey. I love the way his tongue feels as it-"

"Shut up! Just shut up, okay? Haven't you fucked up enough in your lifetime? Can't you just leave it be?" If she wasn't dead already I'd kill her.

"Geez, who peed in your coffee, sweetie?" Her snarky tone struck deep in my core and it took everything in my power to walk away, only to run into Queen Bitch herself: my mother.

"Oh, there you are, Violet. I've been looking all over for you. I need you to watch Jeffrey, he's been crying all night. I swear, he's so collicky. Just like you were. Also, have you seen your father? I haven't been able to find him all day." I heard the baby start to cry again. "There he goes. Will you get him?"

I groaned but didn't argue with her. Not like I had anything better to do in this shithole. I crept up to the nursery, the baby rolling around in its crib. "Hey, kiddo." I spoke quietly, afraid to upset him further. Picking him up softly, I rocked him back and forth, humming him a tune that was all so familiar but I couldn't name it. Jeffrey eventually fell asleep, his eyes fluttering shut.

I turned to leave, only to come face to face with a teary eyed Tate. "You still remember?" he whispered, his voice laced with sadness. "You still remember the song I used to sing to you?" So that's where it was from.

"I guess so." I smiled a little, halfway out of pity and halfway so I didn't cry, too.

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