"Violet?"
At the sound of her name being whispered, but almost sounding like a shout in the quiet room, Violet turned her head and looked up. Tate was sitting in a chair at the bottom of her bed, watching her with an intense gaze.
"Tate?" Violet groaned. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to talk." Tate gave a light smile because she had yet to send him away.
"I don't want to talk to you."
"It'll be quick I swear."
Violet huffed, but she couldn't say no to his pleading eyes right now. She knew she could tell him to go away whenever she wanted, so she decided to give him a minute. She sat up and with a head nod, Tate's body relaxed and he began to explain.
"I was hiding in here all night." he started.
"Well that's creepy." Violet stated emotionless.
"I know, but I'm glad I did. I over heard your talk with your mom."
"You really need to stop stalking me."
"I just want you to know that you can use me. If you want me around just because you have absolutely nothing better to do, and I'm your last option, I'll be totally okay with that. You don't have to forgive me or call me a friend or anything you don't want."
"Well, that's nice to know. I probably won't hang out with you until I'm really desperate. I'm going to do everything I can think of before even considering to call for you, and even then I probably won't."
"I understand." Tate nodded, lowering his head.
"Good. Now get out of my room." Violet ordered before laying back down and covering up with her blanket.
Tate sat for a moment, thinking and watching her, before obliging her and leaving the room.
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When Violet woke up 2 hours later, she didn't hurry to get started on this new day. She took her time picking out the perfect outfit, applying makeup, and even adding some jewelry. Doing this all in slow motion equaled to about 40 not-so-boring minutes. Violet then made her way down to the kitchen. Constance came over almost everyday with some muffins and coffee. Violet didn't quite enjoy coffee, but she loved the muffins and talking to Constance. They would sit at the kitchen counter and just talk and smoke for hours. Well, at least it used to be hours. Now she was lucky if it was 20 minutes. Now that Constance had a kid to take care of, she didn't have time to sit around and jabber.
So by 10:00 A.M., Violet didn't have much to do. She thought she would go play with Beau maybe three times today, read some of her old books again, and most likely listen to a CD over and over for hours. These were the main activities of Violet's life in the Murder House. She would also have talks with her mom and dad, but she still sort of hated them. Being dead didn't mean her dad hadn't cheated and that her mom didn't give him a second chance. She was still a little sore on how they handled their problems. Maybe if they had divorced, none of this would've happened.
So Violet made her way up the ladder to the attic, where right away a small, red ball was rolled into her hands. She giggled at his excitement and rolled it back before pulling herself up onto the wooden floor. She sat crossed-leg and they began their simple, peaceful game.
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Playing with Beau had gotten boring as usual, and she was forced to say goodbye to the sweet creature. She hated seeing him to depressed when she left. He knew that know he would be alone again. He wouldn't have anyone to play with or just to sit in his company. Violet wished she could help him, but she didn't know what to do.
She went to her room and turned on her CD player, listening as Rob Zombie blasted through the speakers. She loved his rough, angry voice. It soothed her.
"I like Dragula."
Violet sprang up in surprise and looked at Tate standing awkwardly at the door.
"I thought I told you I'd call if I wanted you." Violet sighed as she flopped back onto her bed.
"Yeah I know, but you seem bored already so I thought I'd offer to hang out with you."
"I'm not bored."
"We could play cards, scrabble, or 20 questions-"
"I don't want to play any games."
"Well how about we just chat or go and walk around or maybe-."
"No, Tate, I don't want to do anything with you."
Tate lowered his head, looking up at her,"You were never planning on call for me, were you?"
"I wasn't going to make it a priority."
"Okay." Tate's eyes caste down.
"You should understand that you aren't my favorite person right now."
"I know." Tate sniffled, starting to cry.
"I think it's better if you just go away."
Tate's face scrunched up as he held back his tears and left quickly.
Alright everyone I know this chapter is short too, but I promise I'll make the chapters longer. Review please! :)
