1987 – 10/9 Years Old

This is a short update. There is only so much I can write when they are little kids, but the chapters will get longer the older they get. This chapter starts to mold the story more by introducing Violet into some of Tate's darkness. Let's go! Oh, side note: Nora is very AU in this story. FYI

"Mom!" Violet yelled while running down the stairs. "Mom!" She reached for the door handle.

"Where do you think you're going?" Vivien walked up behind her daughter.

"I'm going to Tate's house!" Violet turned the door knob and opened the door.

"Wait! Don't you think you spend a lot of time at his house? Maybe you should try and make some new friends."

Violet turned to look at her mother and rolled her eyes. "I only like Tate. Everyone else is stupid." For a nine year old, she was very mature and opinionated.

"Oh Violet, you don't know that. You are too absorbed with that boy. You can only spend one hour over there. Understand?"

"Fine." Violet turned and walked out of the house before running across the street and up to Tate's front door. She knocked on the door a few times, and no one opened it. She huffed out a breath of air and looked around. She noticed that Constance's car was not in the drive way. He has to be here. He told me he would be. Violet stood by the door for a minute before deciding to try the back door.

Her small hand wrapped around the door knob of the back door. She smiled when it twisted and opened. The house seemed scary when it was empty and quiet. Violet quickly moved through the kitchen, up the stairs, and into Tate's bedroom. Her brows knitted in confusion when she found that the bedroom was empty. Where is he?

Violet turned toward the hallway when she heard a noise coming from the bathroom across the hall. She slowly walked up to the door, pressing her ear to it. She heard the same noise again. It sounded like someone crying. Without thinking, she opened the door and gasped at what she saw.

"Tate, what are you doing?" Violet looked at the boy sitting on the floor. He had a razor in one hand, and the other hand was covered in blood. Violet ran up to him and wrapped her small hand around his wrist, trying to cover the wound. Tate hissed when she touched him and tried to pull away, but her grip was too tight. He let out a sob.

"She killed him, Violet!" Tate cried.

Violet stared at him, worried. "Tate, we should call 911! Or get you a band aid or something." Violet looked down at her hands, covered in Tate's blood. She reached over with one hand and turned on the faucet in the bathtub. She placed her hands and Tate's wrist under the water, hoping that she could wash away all of the blood. Tate continued to cry while Violet was messing with his wrist. She dried it off and pressed the towel to it tightly. The blood had seemed to stop flowing.

Violet held the towel with one hand and squeezed Tate's knee with the other. "Tell me what happened."

Tate sniffled. "My mom… She killed my dad."

Violet gasped. "How do you know that?"

"I heard her talking to herself. She was out in the garden, and she said something about killing my dad. I thought that he left, but he didn't." Tate felt a few tears fall down his cheeks.

Violet squeezed Tate's knee again. "I'm sorry, Tate."

"I got in a fight with her about it. She called me a psychopath and then left with my sisters."

"Is that why you hurt yourself?"

Tate shook his head. "If I tell you something do you promise not to freak out?"

Violet nodded her head. Tate took a deep breath. "There is something wrong with this house. There are ghosts and voices that haunt it. When I get upset, the voices tell me to do things. This time, I listened."

Violet stared at Tate for a moment. "Voices told you to hurt yourself?"

"I know it sounds crazy, but it's true! Please, Violet. You have to believe me."

"I believe you, Tate. You are my best friend."

Tate smiled at Violet. Violet smiled back before looking down at the towel covering Tate's wrist. She slowly removed it so that she could look at his wound. There were two jagged cuts on his wrist, but they were not deep. He had stopped bleeding.

"I think you're going to live, Tate." Violet said after she inspected his wrist.

Tate's hand moved to Violet's cheek. "You saved me, Violet."

Violet smiled at Tate.

"I want you to meet someone." Tate spoke bluntly.

"Okay?"

Tate stood up and walked to the bathroom door. "Come on!" He motioned to Violet. She stood up and followed him out into the hallway.

A woman in a long white dress and white gloves appeared at the end of the hallway. She ran up to Tate and wrapped him in her arms. "Oh my love, I was so worried about you. Are you okay? Let me see you arm." She thoroughly inspected his arm. "Don't you ever tell me to go away, again. Do you understand me?" He voice was stern but full of love. Tate nodded his head.

She turned her attention to Violet. "Sweet child, thank you for taking care of my boy." She smiled at Violet.

Violet stood there, staring with no reply. Tate moved towards her. "Violet, this is Nora. She is my momma."

"I… I thought that Constance was your mom?" Violet questioned.

Nora laughed. "Oh child, I'm not his real mother. No… I am just the person that cares for him and loves him more than life. I'm a ghost."

Violet's eyes grew wide. "A… A… ghost?" Her voice wavered.

"I told you, Vi. There are ghosts here. Nora is a good one. Don't be scared." Tate took her hand in his and squeezed.

"Do I look scary to you, child?" Nora asked in a sweet voice.

Violet shook her head. "No… I like your dress."

Nora smiled. "Why thank you! It was all the fashion in the 20s." She turned her attention back to Tate. "Now Tate, I think we all have had enough excitement for one day. Why don't you walk Violet home before it gets dark outside? And come straight home afterwards. I need to clean you up before your mother returns."

Tate nodded his head and pulled Violet down the hallway with him. He held her hand until they were standing in front of her door. "Are you scared now?" He asked nervously.

"No…" Violet shook her head. "I like Nora. She is nice and pretty."

"Yea, she is the best." Tate smiled. He leaned forward and quickly kissed Violet on the cheek. Her eyes grew wide and her cheeks flushed pink. "You're my best friend, Violet."

Violet smiled at Tate before leaning in and kissing his cheek. "Forever." She whispered before giggling and opening her door. She waved goodbye to him before shutting the door.

Woo, it is difficult to write in the mindset of a child. I hope I did it justice. Next chapter, we are jumping 4 years in the future to 1991 (the year I was born, haha). Tate will be 14, and Violet will be 13. It is going to be a crazy chapter, and the one after it will be even better. I have high hopes for this story!