Gone Away
YOU'RE ALL I WANT! YOU'RE ALL I HAVE!
Those were the last words he had spoken before she'd cursed him into the basement. He was drying his tears with his sleeve and trying to regain his composer. He backed into a wall and slid into a slump. He was replaying the events that had just taken place in his head. He didn't want anything like this to happen, not at all. Killing teenagers? He couldn't have, he wouldn't have. He was confused and alone, except for a mouse or two scurrying about the basement floors.
His eyes started to water again. "She would never understand why I raped Vivien." He told himself. And it was true, it was one of the main reasons she wished him away. But what he said was true, she had changed him, in a way no other woman could. "You did good, child." Said a voice oh so familiar. He saw a woman in a black dress with a baby in her arms. "I have my baby back. Thank you Tate." She lifted his chin and noticed how red his eyes and cheeks were. "Why are you so sad?" Tate sat up and looked Nora in her eyes, "Because your need for a baby, caused me to lose the only thing in this house that I loved, Nora. Violet hates me now and it's your fault!" Tate stood up, his attitude quickly shifting from sad to irate.
He walked out of the basement and into the hallway, still sulking. He now had nowhere to go…