Tate's POV.

He couldn't get the imagine out of his head when violet was standing in front of the mirror pointing out her flaws, or what she hated about herself. Little did Violet know, Tate was watching her from amongst the shadows. He knew it was wrong to be perving at her, but she was just so god damn perfect. No wonder she hated him, he deserved everything he's gotten. He's suffering so much and seeing Violet pick out at some fat on her body made him want to cry and grab her and caress her beautiful body and kiss her all over and tell her beautiful she truly is.

She was so graceful in the way she did everything, she was so gentle and pure. While he on the other hand, was dark, he was darkness. She was like an angel and he was the devil himself. She had loved him even though despite of his past she still loved him. He was blessed to have had her. She changed him. He was thinking deeply until he heard her gasp in pain. He froze in horror as he realised what she was doing. He couldn't watch this, he just couldn't. His violet, his sweet pure Violet was mutilating herself. All because of him. He risked it all and made himself seen.

"You promised remember"

He couldn't believe how his voice sounded, the only time he had heard his own voice was when he was either bashing his fists and head against the basement walls or when he was crying softly to himself. He was braught back to reality when he saw her look at him evily and drag the blade across her beautiful pale skin. It pained him so much to see his Violet do that. Without thinking he snatched the blade and stared at her in disbelief.

"Our promises don't mean shit, remember? Remember when you raped my mother! Do you remember that Tate!"

Her voice was filled with pain and hatred. He tried not to cry because he deserved this. He deserved way more than this. The pain hit him when he realised that the blade had dug into his skin due to him clenching his fists angrily.

He stopped thinking of the painful memory. His violet was hurting because of him, and she was hurting badly. She was so strong, she was always trying to be brave. He began to smash his head into the cold cement of the floor in the basement. He didn't care about the pain. He screamed and began clenching his blonde locks in his hand and tugging on them. He was a psychopath, and she was dead. Everything was his fault. He fell asleep (well you could call it falling asleep…) he cried till his eyes hurt and till his head hurt.

He was going to win her back, if she let him. He woke up confidently and walked up the basement stairs. He went into the kitchen to see Moira whipping up some coffees. As he stepped in she gave him a warm smile. For some reason Moira was nice to him, while everyone else in the house hated him and despised him. He smiled back flatly and took a coffee.

"You look happier then usual Tate?"

"That's because I'm finally going to get Violet back"

He was surprised at how confident he sounded but decided it was good.

Moira opened her mouth to speak but looked behind Tate and quickly looked down.

"Excuse me?"

Fuck, He should've known that Ben would come inbetween him and Violet. He kept his smile and turned to face him. Ben was actually pretty scary up close, but he didn't let that bother him.

"Yeah um, Violet deserves to be happy, she doesn't even have to forgive me, I just want her to know that she's changed me and that I am truly sorry for the pain I have caused."

"Pathetic."

He laughed as he said it and grabbed a coffee and thanked Moira quietly. He gazed outside the kitchen window and laughed to himself quietly, probably at the thought of Tate failing. He knew there was no time to argue with Ben since he is Violets dad so he quietly put his mug down and stomped out of the room and up the stairs. He was crazy nervous but had somehow managed to get to her door. He knocked lightly and opened the door. He was struck at the site of her. She was laying down on her back with her eyes shut and listening to her music. She took his breath away, literally. He didn't really need to breathe anyway so it didn't matter. She was slowly moving her body to the beat of the music and he thought he would just rip her clothes off then and there, but remembered that he didn't even deserve to be looking at her.

He stared at her for a few minutes before she finally spoke up.

"How long are you going to stare at me like i'm food to you"

She spat the words and made Tate flinch.

"I ugh, I.. um, want to play scrabble?"

She looked at him cautiously and he smiled and flashed his dimples. She turned away and he could see that her cheeks were blushing a rosy pink.

"Fine, but only as friends, nothing more."

He let out a sigh and he felt his nerves ease up. The first step, he succeeded. He sat down on the floor and patted the spot next to him, she hesitantly looked at him but sat down. He sorted the cards out and handed them to her, she took them and they started playing. At some moments he would stare at her and quickly look back at the game every time she caught him staring. He finally felt happy, even if it was just as being friends with Violet. This was pure bliss to him. At times she would break down and tell him to go away. But he was patient, and every time he'd go back to her and they would play more scrabble.

They never really talked, only small conversations like: "hey, how are you?"

That sort of thing. But it never bothered either of them, they were content and happy this way.

Sorry that the chapter's are short, but i'll make them longer and update often if i get reviews :)