Chapter 3

"Larry?" Constance called into the night. She snuck from her house around midnight to meet up with an old 'friend'.

"Over here, Constance." A man whispered in the distance and emerged from the darkness. He stood about an inch shorter than she. But she didn't mind. What she saw was a worthless, small, bad excuse for a man. But he had one thing she was slowly running out of. Larry was the man that Constance went on her "business meetings" with. Not that she would ever tell anyone that. At least, not yet. She couldn't deny that she couldn't hide her secret much longer. And frankly, she didn't want to have to hold up with her little charade much longer. Granted Constance was always good at keeping secrets but she needed a cushion. Larry provided a very nice one. But how could she possibly bring such a man into her house?

Larry once owned the Murder House a long while ago until tragedy struck. One day he broke down and told Constance about the whole ordeal. His wife at the time found out about Larry's little love affair on the side of their marriage. She was so heartbroken. But what made matters worse wasn't that Larry was leaving, but because she told her that she should take their two young, beautiful girls with her back to her mother's house. For her to leave her home so Larry could move Constance, another woman and her family, into her house. That's what pushed her over the edge. She lovked herself and her daughters and took their lives with fire. Larry couldn't stand living in that house any longer. So he old it. A few familis owned it before Constance got her hands on it,

"I want to ask you something." Constance grasped the courage she needed. Her family needed someone to support them and Larry would do practically anything for her. Something he told her on many occasions.

"Anything, love." She mentally cringed at the word.

"Would you like to move into my home with my family and I?" She asked.

"I've been waiting for you to ask. Anything you want. You won't have to lie aa finger. I love you."

"I love you too."

-Later that night-

"What?" Tate yelled while at the kitchen table.

"Not Tate, is that really necessary? I love hi-"

"Bullshit."

"I do and I'm tired of being alone. He loves me and that's that! He's moving in this week, so deal with it." She started back. Tate hated the idea. He was never one for taking orders. How did she expect him to react? All loving and accepting? Tate stormed off into his room upstairs, slamming it shut so loudly that he was sure the neighbors five blocks down could head. He didn't care though. Did she not care about what her own kids would thin? None of them even knew that she was involved with anyone, now some strange guy was moving in to play daddy? Tate couldn't wrap his mind around it. Until he thought harder. The whole reason why his dad and his mother split up in the first place was because she was having an affair… What if this was the dame guy? Great. So the homewrecker that fucked up my family is going tocome live with us. That's just fucking perfect.

"What's up with you?" A voice sounded from his desk chair.

"How the hell so you keep doing that?" He screamed at Violet.

"Hey, no need to take that shit out on me." She paused. "Care to talk about it?" She pressed.

And so he started. Blurting out what he just found out. Making his suspicions sound. Vented about everything he was bottling up without even really meaning to, bet he did, and she just sat there listening to his every word and nodding in agreement. It didn't take long for him to finish and once he did, his face was pink from anger and annoyance. But his voice decreased gradually so his mother wouldn't come in to demand who he was talking to. He didn't want to have to explain how this random teenage chick was breaking into their house to chat and randomly wald around.

"Why don't you just tell her to fuck off? That you make his life a living hell if he moves in?"

"You want to meet her? You'll see how stubborn her ass it." She chuckled.

"Nah, I'm good."

"Besides, she never listens to a word I say. Why would he listen to me now?"

"That's bullshit."

"My words exactly." A few small moments of silence filled his room as he processed his own words. Violet seemed to notice him thinking and decided to say something.

"Is that all that's on your mind?" He thought again for a moment.

"Other than how and why you keep breaking into my house, yeah." She just laughed. Didn't answer his question, just laughed which, for some odd reason, made Tate smile. Violet noticed his smile and granted him with one of her own. "So what's your story?"

"I already told you."

"Yeah, but it was vague."

"So?"

"Curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat, yuh know."

"Good thing he has nine lives, then." It seemed like Violet wasn't expecting that response by the expression on her face. Tate merely sat waiting for an answer.

"Aw, come on. I just spewed my entire family story to you. You can at least talk to me about something personal." Violet processed this for a minute. Lightly biting her lip, she twirled the tips of her hair in her fingers.

"A girl I knew and her family died in this house. We were all really close. That's why I keep coming over here. My parents don't know so I'd rather if you didn't go around telling people I come over." She said quietly.

"My lips are sealed." He responded, pretending to lock his lips and throw away the key.

"Her an I were a lot alike. We both like different types of music, we both had similar styles, we both were the outcasts in school, you know, that whole chestnut." Tate nodded. He could relate to bring the odd one out. He went through his entire school career being an outcast. But he was fine with it.

"Thanks." Tate said when Violet stopped talking. She looked as if she was finished sharing stories of her life for the night.

"For what?"

"Opening up." A light blush touched her cheeks.

"You're welcome. Tate made his way over to his bed and took the spot closet to the mysterious girl in his room. They didn't exchanfe much I nconversation. But Violet's attention was on his iPod on his dock and was flipping between Nirvana and Cradle of Filth. She noticed The Black Parade by My Chemical Romance and paused.

"Seriously?"

"What?"

"MCR?"

"Hey, I was in a dark place when I downloaded that. Don't knock it."

"I'll knock it all I want." Tate just rolled his eyes and let her think what she wanted. He could sort of relate to the song minus that his father wasn't dead. Another secret his mother kept from him.

Years ago, Constance and her family moved to L.A.. When his monthly business meetings were scheduled Constance knew where he went. But he lied about his business there. At one point in their relationship, Constance began getting paranoid. Paranoid about her husbands' faithfulness so she acted on a whim. She had a strong feeling something was going on and when she found a pair of royal blue lace panties in his suitcase, her suspicions were confirmed. Pawning her children off on one of her friends, she flew out to L.A. and tracked his cell phone to this exact address. She passed the place many times when she took the taxi from the airport to her hotel on her business trips, but never suspected this is where he husband would be. His car stood outside. As she glanced about the front of the house, a struggle caught her eye through on of the many windows. She quietly walked through the front door and spotted a not on the counter.

Hugo,

I left for a bit. Have to get cleaned up before I see you. Make yourself

at home. Moira should be coming by to clean in a few house so don't

be alarmed if you hear someone downstairs and it's not me. My husband's

not due for another day or so. ;)

-Lori

"Lori? That's the slut's name? She gripped the handle of the revolver in her purse and walked quietly upstairs. All she knew was that her family had fallen apart all because her husband couldn't keep it in his pants. Once she reached her destination, she walked through it slowly, staying just in front of it to block the only exit. Her mind raced as she watched her husband tear open this woman's uniform. This wasn't Lori which only increased her anger. She raised the gun and fired a warning shot into the headboard above them, making him stop and turn around in fear.

"What is your name?" She asked with her teeth clenched at the maid laying partially exposed on the bed.

"Please don't kill me."

"Your name."

"Moira O'Hara." And with her name, Constance shot her perfectly through her right eye. Hugo just started in shock.

"Constance, honey, I swear it meant nothing."

"I've loved you since I was sixteen." She said carefully with tears brimming in her eyes.

"Please." He whispered his last breath as she pulled the trigger. Her bullet went through his chest and as he stayed sitting up, she let two more fly until he was laying still as stone. Constance surveyed what she did. Her husband's protesting lover on the floor with her eye and brain blown against the back wall; who wasn't apparently wasn't the 'Lori' he was initially having the affair with; but her maid. The help. Tears started to weld up in her eyes as she looked at her dead husband, unable to believe what she just did. But she did it and there was no changing that. She had to act fast. She had no idea how long with woman was going to take so she had to act quickly. She stripped the bed and wrapped it around the bodies. She walked throughout the house searching for things to use. What she entered the basement, she found a meat grinder and a kennel full of dogs. Which gave her an idea. But she would save that for last. She walked out to the backyard and carefully pulled the grass from the ground with a shovel and began digging. Once she was finished , she was surprised that the whore of the house still hadn't returned. But she was grateful. She ran upstairs and dragged Moira's body down the stairs, leaving behind no trace, and out to the freshly dug grave. Dropping her down it and burying her with the cold dirt, she worked fast. She still had a husband to take care of and it was getting dark. Sticking out of the garage was a tarp. "That'll work nicely." She thought.

Once she finished the grave, she wrapped her husband up in the tarp and dragged him down to the basement. Her hands shook at the thought of cutting him into pieces and feeding his dead body through the grinder. But as she thought about him with two other women, her shaking stopped. She started with his hands. Cutting them with a butcher knife, careful to make sure the blade would slip right between his joints, making her work a little easier. A plop signified that his hand was separate from his body and on the floor. Before she began grinding it, she tested to see how easily the crank was. Grabbing hold of it and turning it she found it was quite simple. She picked up his hand and slipped the gold right that signified their marriage off of his finger and placed it in her pocket. With his fingers facing away from the blade, she cranked the wheel and listened as the bones cracked and were crushed. As the dogs barked beside her, she chuckled.

"Hungry?" She asked the puppies who barked in reply. She cut her husband, keeping one piece of him for last. First his hands, feet, legs, arms, thighs, the torso was tricky but she cut it in small enough pieces so it would fit. Blood sprayed her body, sticking to the fabric of her clothes and the wrinkles of her face. But she didn't care. She placed pieces of her husband into bowls and put them on the tarp. Dogs can be messy. Letting the dogs out one by one to eat up the pieces of her husband. With the last piece sitting next to the grinder, one of the bigger dogs eyed it and she tossed it to him. The dog finished it in practically one bite which made Constance laugh.

With everything cleaned up, Constance put the tarp in the dumpster down the street and went to her hotel to clean up. She wrapped herself up in her coat with a hat and sun glasses so no one would suspect her. Once she was all clean, she slept soundly. Only the sun would wake her.

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