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Roses are dead,
Violet is blue,
What more can Tate do?
Tate plays with the dead dark rose he gave to Violet so many years ago. He found it in her room a year ago. She must still care if she still has it. He thinks. They haven't spoken since that night.
Go Away Tate!
He cried in the basement for days. Hayden taunting him like his mother would as a child. Tate loved her more than anything else, he still does.
I love you, Tate.
He can still hear her voice telling him that. This is the only thing that can make him smile and make his dead heart skip.
"I love you too, Violet. I always have." He says, dry snot and tears on his face.
A snort of laughter make him turn around, it always does.
"You're so dramatic." Hayden laughs,"You keeping count of how long it's been? She doesn't want you."
"She just need more time." He tries to be positive.
"It's been what? Twelve Years? When are you going to get it?" Hayden says frustrated.
"It's been fourteen years and two months." He says turning back to the wall, flower still in hand.
"You are too pathetic." Hayden says.
"Then leave, go fuck Travis or something." Tate sighs.
"He's too soft, I want it rough." She next to him now, hands traveling up and down his shoulders. "Come on Tate, I know you need it." She coos.
"Only Violet." He says.
Hayden stomps her foot down violently, "Why do you keep holding on? She is fucking you're son, Tate. She is over you." Hayden laughs.
Tate says nothing.
Hayden walks over and yanks the flower from his hand and rips it up, in front of his watery eyes.
"It's dead, and it's not coming back. Just like Violet." Hayden hisses.
Hayden wipes a tear from his face, "It's time to move on."
Before he can say anything she's gone.
Clothing is scattered across the room. Violet is turned on her side while Tate Jr. is laying flat on his back. She hears him chuckle.
"What's so funny?" Violet asks turning to look at Michael.
He takes her face into his hands and moves a strand of hair away. Just like Tate used to do.
You're the only light I've ever known.
You've changed me, Violet.
"I feel like you use me." He says with Tate's same sickening smile and her mom's eyes.
"How could I not?" she says with a smirk. He laughs.
"I want to be with you, Violet." Michael says.
"You are." She sits up to grab her cigarettes from the nightstand. After lighting one up she inhales deep and blows it out.
"Forever." He says looking up at her.
"I'm not going to kill you." Violet says.
"I'll do it myself. I'm thinking overdosing." He can see her perfect mounds of breast but he already has, plenty of times.
Don't you die on me Violet!
Don't you die!
"That's stupid. I would do anything to be alive and grow old." She finishes her cigarette.
"You want to live?" he asks.
"Yeah, I thought about having kids and a husband…or some shit like that." She adds the last part quickly.
"I could be the husband." He smirks.
"Don't do it, after a while you'll wish you hadn't." she informs him.
You're gonna regret it.
He lets out a frustrated sigh and gets out the bed to pull up his pants. She doesn't bother to ask him where he's going.
"I love you Violet…but sometimes you are so cold." Michael says walking over to the door and slamming it shut.
Something's changed in you,
Towards me.
You're distant…cold.
She stays in the same spot for a while. Am I really that cold? She wonders.
The door is being knocked on and she knows it's her mom. She pulls the sheet to cover her breast.
"Come in!" she yells. Vivien walks in and gently closes the door behind her.
"Sweetie, we need to talk." She says looking at her with eyes like Michael's.
"Ok." Violet says.
"I think I'm ready to forgive Tate." She says.
"What? Mom, what he did was horrible! How could you ever forgive him?" Violet says clearly pissed.
"Baby-"
"Stop with the pet names! I'm serious!" she says.
"Well so am I, I just want you to be happy!" Vivien shouts.
"I am happy." Violet groans.
"You know Michael doesn't make you happy, Violet. He is just a fix to help you forget."
"Is that the same case for dad and Hayden? Dad fucked Hayden to forget about the dead baby?" Violet says.
Vivien lets out a shaky breath and disappears from Violet's room.
I said what was on my mind, no harm in that…right? Violet thinks.
This is the third time Tate kills Thaddeus. He isn't even upset about it.
You're a Psychopath Tate,
You're incapable of feeling any remorse.
Nora walks up to him.
"Tate, why are you doing this?"
"Go Away." Nora disappears. Tate gets up and walks over to the place where Hayden ripped apart Violet's flower.
His picks up the pieces and sits back on the floor. He picks up the pieces and analyzes them. After a while he starts to cry again. His tears falling on the flower.
The sound of the front door opening makes him peep from the top of the basement stairs to see who it is.
Sure enough its Michael, He is holding a bouquet of roses.
You're the first boy to ever give me a flower.
Tate is furious now; he waits silently for Michael to make his way to the top of the staircase before he springs into action. When he's there Tate covers his mouth and drags him down to the basement. Michael doesn't let go of the flowers however.
"What the fuck!" Michael breaths.
"Stay away from her!" Tate yells.
"I love her." Michael says getting up.
"No…No you don't. She loves me and I love her. You can't!" Tate starts to pace while Michael pick up the roses that have fallen.
"I was the first boy to ever give her a flower." Tate says.
"If I was her age at the time, I would have been the first." Michael says.
Michael is about to go back up the stairs to Violet but Tate throws him down onto the floor.
Michael hits the wall with a crash and doesn't move after that. Tate grabs him by hair like his own and lifts him up, before slitting his throat with a broken piece of glass.
Tate hurriedly grabs one rose from the bouquet and takes the sharpie marker from the broken shelf and colors its. He goes to Violet's room and places the rose onto her bed and goes back down into the basement, not even bothering to hide Michael's body.
Michael is still choking on his own blood. Tate can't have him die here. He drags his body out the front door and by the fence.
He pushes it up high enough for it to fall over to Constance's home and leaves it there. When he walks back in the house Moira is there with a bucket of water and a sponge.
"Sorry." He mutters,
"Don't worry about, it gives me something to do." She shrugs.
He nods and goes back into the basement. On the floor is the broken black rose, but isn't broken.
He picks it up and looks at it.
"Whatever dies in the house stays in the house. Somewhat alive I guess." Hayden says leaning against the other side of the basement.
He smiles again.
"Before you get all happy, Michael left a note with the flowers." She motions to the folded piece of paper on the floor.
He picks it up.
Violet,
I'm dead, like you are. I overdosed after the fight like I said I would. We can be together now. Constance bought me the roses so I could give them to you.
Love, Michael.
"You can't keep me from her now." Michael's voice echoes in the basement.
Violet is with Michael hand in hand on the bottom of the basement stairs. Tate chokes on a sob and falls to his knees.
"Good Bye, Tate." Violet whispers before she and Michael disappear to another location in the house.
"I told you." Hayden says.
Hayden walks over to him and puts a hand on his shoulder.
"It happens to all of us kid."
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