Title: Forgive, But Not Forget (Chapter 1/?)
Author: ArianaUniverse
Characters: Most of the characters from Season 1 of AHS, with maybe one or two new small ones.
Pairing: Violate
Word Count: 1,717 words
POV: Violet
Rated: M (for swearing, drugs, self harm, sex, gore, etc.)
Summary: It's been three years since the Harmon family's death. The murder house in which they are eternally trapped within is now foreclosed and abandoned, leaving it to the spirits that reside in it. Violet has come to realize that she cannot avoid Tate forever, for she is trapped in the same house as him for all eternity. As they start to speak again, they begin to bond over Violet's baby brother, Kyle. But can Violet forgive Tate after everything he's done?
Author's Notes: I just finished season one last night, and I was so frustrated with how it ended. How they had absolutely no closure for Violet and Tate, and I couldn't find many stories about Violate AFTER the last episode, so I thought I'd make one myself. As much as I want Violet and Tate to be back together right away, it's more realistic that it'd take time for them to reconnect, so it might be a few chapters before anything happens, but I promise, it will!
Violet's POV
It's been three years since I died. Since my parents died. Since my twin brothers died. Since I told Tate to go away. Three years. I've only ever seen him in passing. He's made quite an effort to stay out of my way. Sometimes I caught him watching me. I'd never say anything. It was just what he did. Sometimes he was with Hayden. I wonder if they have anything between them. I mean I'm sure Hayden would jump his bones in a heartbeat. And she probably has. Not that I care. I don't. I don't care about Tate. He raped my mom. He's the reason she's dead. He's the reason we're all dead. He killed all those innocent people. He told lie after lie after countless lies. I could never care about someone who would do that stuff.
After the next few inhabitants moved into the house, we scared them away, Marcy had to give up and foreclose the house. The bank owned it now. No one ever comes by. It's abandoned. Or, so it seems to everyone else. Given the fact that we have the house to ourselves now, it was easy to avoid Tate. He stays mostly in the basement. Except when he sees my dad. Oh yeah. I forgot to mention, my dad decided to continue his psychiatric occupation, but this time, he's a therapist for the souls in this house. He helps the 'ghosts' cope with the fact that they're dead. I don't get that. What's so hard to understand about the fact that we're all dead? I guess my dad helps Tate more with the fact that he shot a shit load of his classmates, set his mom's boyfriend on fire, and tried to kill a bunch of cops. I guess that can stay with a person. Oh.
In the past three years, I've met some interesting souls that I had no idea resided here. They'd stayed pretty well hidden, until.. well.. everything. I've met a rapist, serial killer, a fame whore, a baby thief, a mad scientist, two asshole kids, and more.
Does it bother me that I'm eternally stuck with a bunch of psychopaths? Not one bit, because.. truth be told, I'm like them in every way possible. Sure, I'm not a killer or a rapist, a whore, a thief, or any of that shit, but I'm just as fucked up in my own way. It's just not as outwardly noticeable.
On the good side, my family's happier than we've ever been. We got my parent's baby back. Not the one that was Tate's. But the fact of the matter is, the poor kid is stuck as a baby forever. And my parents are stuck taking care of an infant for all eternity. No sleep for them. But that also meant, I'm stuck cleaning up the shit of a baby, feeding it, cleaning its messes, changing its diapers, burping him, and more for all eternity. But.. I was happy. I loved him.
My parents had given him the name Kyle. Not that it matters to him, he doesn't understand a word we say. Or maybe he does. I mean, he has to have learned stuff by now, but he's just not developed enough to communicate in any way. I'd be miserable if I were him, but he always seems pretty happy, and often has a smile on his face.
The person he seems to love most other than my parents and I, is Tate. Tate's amazing with him. When Tate has him, he's always laughing. But Tate barely sees him, my dad doesn't want him around him too much, but he has come to terms with the fact that Tate's with us for eternity, and he can't just keep him away forever. When Tate's with him, I'll often watch them. He never sees me, neither of them do. But I love watching them. Tate has such a way with him. He plays hide and go seek with him all the time, and Kyle always laughs. I mean, I don't love the fact that a monster is with my brother, but he seems to be safe around him and Tate seems to make him happy, so I deal with it.
Being around Kyle gets me thinking, I'll never have a true purpose in life. I'm alone, there's no hope in the love life front of my life. I'm unable to have kids. I'm stuck as a fucking 16-year-old forever. It blows. And there's not much to do in the house. I mean, I've done everything. I know every nook, every crevice of this house, like the back of my hand. So most days, I just kind of lurk around, when I'm not taking care of Kyle.
My parents and I have come to an agreement. I take care of Kyle on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, letting them have a few days to themselves in their bedroom. God, I don't even wanna start thinking about what they did with their free time. So I'm stuck, by myself, with Kyle on those three days of the week. Sometimes I love the three days, sometimes they are miserable. It all depends on Kyle's mood, which seems to be worsening in the past few weeks.
Today is Friday. A week from what would've been by 20th birthday. I can barely focus on Kyle as I think about where I would be if I wasn't dead. I'd probably be back in Mass, with friends, going to a bar or something with our fake IDs. Fuck, we always had so much fun at clubs. Our fake IDs worked like a charm. I miss that so much. I miss Mass. I miss my friends. I miss my , finally. I looked at the clock. It's 3pm. Kyle is usually asleep now and sleeps until 9pm, when he gets hungry.
I sigh, rocking Kyle back and forth in my arms. I have finally gotten him to stop crying. I have 6 hours of peace. I stand up and walk over to Kyle's crib, gently lying him down on the soft blue blankets.
"Aw, how motherly."
I jump, thankful Kyle wis already in his crib. I quickly spin around to see who the voice came from.
"Don't look so surprised, princess. You know I'm stuck here too." the girl scoffed.
Fuck. It's Hayden. I step between her and the crib, blocking her way to Kyle. "Stay away, Hayden." I demand.
"Look, spaz. I'm not here for your precious brother. I'm here for more pressing matters." she walks around me, moving closer to the crib.
I hesitate, keeping close to her in case she tries to pull a fast one. "What are you talking about?"
"I see the way you look at me when you see Kyle and I together. Your face turns red, and steam practically comes out of your ears. I know jealousy when I see it. Oh, and honey, you are just full of it." she grins, reaching her hand down in the crib. I quickly grab her wrist, stopping her from getting any closer.
"Back off," I snap.
She pulls her hand away and pushes me hard. I fall back, and hit my head on the floor. I start to stand up but she gets on top of me, one knee on each side of my waist, her legs pinning my legs down. She grabs my wrists and pins them against the floor above my head.
"Listen here, bitch," she digs her boot into my leg, breaking the skin. I feel a drop of blood begin to stream down my leg. She realizes it and smiles, maliciously. "He doesn't care about you anymore. You really think he thinks of you while he fucks me?"
I struggle to break free. I spit in her face to try to distract her. She starts laughing, "Nu uh, honey," she lets go of one of my hands and slaps me across the face. She pulls her hand back, clenching her fist. She aims it at me and is about to swing when all of a sudden, she gets pushed off of me. "Let her go!" Tate shouts, stumbling over me, pushing Hayden off me. He pulls her up and pushes her against the wall. "You keep your filthy hands off of Violet!" he hisses, his face just centimeters away from hers.
For a second, Hayden is silent, but still smiling. I can see the rage on Tate's face as I stand up. I take a step back, not sure what to do, so I just watch. Hayden starts laughing again and Tate grabs her shoulders and begins to shake her. "Do you understand me?!" he growls. I've never seen him so upset. Hayden quickly nods. Tate slowly begins to loosen his grip, and when it is loose enough Hayden slips out from under his arms and runs towards the door, glaring at me as she makes her way back down to the basement.
Tate quickly runs over to me and looks me up and down. He cups my face with his large muscular hands and moves closer to me, his face sober with concern. "I promise, I'll never let her hurt you again," he says.
I look down and slowly pull out of his hands, hesitantly. "Thanks," I reply, not sure what else to say. I walk over to Kyle's crib to make sure he's still asleep. He is. I sigh and sit back down in the chair, pulling out a notebook. Tate takes this as his signal to leave, and he heads towards the door. As he reaches the door frame, he looks back at me, catching me staring at him. Our eyes meet for a split second, but I quickly move mine back down to my notepad and I hear him walk out the door.