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"You're all I ever wanted!"
"Go away! Go away!"
"NO" I screamed bolting upright with tears streaming down my eyes, it's been ten years since I sent him away. And yet it haunts me every day, how I long to somehow forgive him. But every time I walk up to him, he doesn't look me in the eye.
The second Tate disappeared that day; I wanted him to come back. I will sit in this house for eternity, yearning for a boy who is so close but so far away. I heard repetitive knocking from the attic, I have avoided it for so long but my curiosity overrides the sorrow that rests behind my eyes.
I climbed the ladder upwards and peered up into the attic, it was so real and so familiar. I could almost hear the soft clicks of the Scrabble games.
"Hello?" I called, my reply was a beastly grunt and I smiled.
"Beau?" and just like that a chained little creature scrambled as close as he could to me, I immediately lifted myself into the attic and embraced the creature. I've learnt to live past his brutal features and learnt to love his beautiful heart. I trusted him more than anyone in this house and before I could stop it I just blurted it out.
"Beau I love him" Beau looked up at me and cuddled closer. I began to cry softly and Beau carefully stroked my hair. He grunted a few tears himself; he knows sadness like no other so he cries very easily.
"How can you even touch that thing?" A voice spat and Beau fled from my arms and hid in the shadows of the attic. I found the harasser's face and of course it's one of the twins.
"Shouldn't you be hanging around with your best buddy in the basement, big boy?" the boy flinched at the word 'basement'.
"Shouldn't you be in the bathroom overdosing, bitch?"
"Nah been there, done that and got the t-shirt" I said and watched him squirm in discomfort, probably trying to think of a clever response.
"Oh and I think I'll save you the embarrassment," I closed my eyes "go away."
The second my eyes opened the place where he once stood was empty, I wonder what it's like to get sent away. Tate's face appeared in my mind and his broken hearted screams still rang clear through my ear.
"I have to go Beau I need to ask someone something. I love you my lovely." I said as I descended from the attic. Not before hearing Beau's red rubber ball rolling across the floor, never to be rolled back to his hands.
Heart broken Violet? Does Tate feel the same way?
Stay tuned and stay weird
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