Tate had passed out on his bed, falling asleep to the sound of Violet talking about her life. Violet smiled and sat in his desk chair, watching him sleep. He was cool and she loved talking to him. He was down to earth, his opinions were a lot like hers, and he listened to her and understood her. She had never known anyone like that, and couldn't wait till he woke up so they could talk again.

"You are putting everyone at risk."

Violet rolled her eyes, "We're just talking dad. He has no clue."

"But what if he finds out?"

"How? We talk and then he falls asleep and he'll think I went home and then I'll be here later in the afternoon."

"But he's already asked you for a phone number. You can't give him all these lies and expect them to go together."

"You don't know that? I'm smart, I can figure it out."

"I just don't want you to get hurt. When he finds out, do you think he'll still want to hang out with you?"

"If he finds out; which he won't."

Ben sighed, "Fine, but know that you will most likely hurt him and hurt yourself."

"Go away, Dad!" Violet shouted, and turned around to see he was gone.

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"Tate?" Constance called up the stairs.

She didn't get an answer, so she went up to his room. She knocked as she entered his room, peaking into the room. She sighed when she saw his body limp on the bed and he was nowhere close to waking up.

"Tate, sweetie? Wake up." she shook his shoulder. "It's time to go to school."

"Ugh, I don't want to go." Tate groaned.

"Well, you have to." Constance sighed, starting to leave.

"No, I don't."

"Why do you think that?" she turned back.

"I haven't made it through a full day of school in weeks." Tate glared.

"Well, you will today. Now get dressed."

"I'm not going to do anything you say."

"Yes you will!" Constance stomped her foot.

"No!"

Constance marched over to Tate, grabbing him by his hair and yanking him out of bed. He screamed and pulled away as his mother dragged him behind her. He kicked and resisted, but Constance had a good hold of his hair and back of his shirt. She got him down to the end of the hallway and threw him into a closet full of mirrors.

"If you aren't going to go to school, you can spend the day looking at yourself. I hope you see what a disappointment you are!" Constance shouted as she walked away.

Tate shouted at the top of his lungs, "Fuck you! You fucking bitch! I hope you die, you whore! Die!"

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Tate was locked in the closet for hours. He wasn't sure how many, but it had to be at least 3 because he was getting hungry, so it must have been around lunch time. He was huddled down on the ground, tear streaks on his face and his face red from yelling so much.

He perked up when the door knob turned and clicked. He jumped up and ran into the door, hoping to knock his mom to the ground.

He started to run to his room, but he heard someone, not his mother, call out for him. Tate turned to see Violet on the ground. He ran up and helped her up, checking to see if she was okay.

"Sorry, Vi. I thought you were my mom." He explained.

"It's fine. What were you doing in there?" Violet asked as she brushed herself off.

"I pissed my mom off and that's like my timeout corner I guess." Tate shrugged.

Violet grimaced as she peered in, "That's kind of creepy."

"I know. It's supposed to make us see how wrong we are. It's stupid." Tate grumbled and walked to his room.

"Well, from now on I'll let you out if you get in trouble again." Violet smiled proudly as she followed.

"You're gonna be here every day, all day?" Tate chuckled.

Violet shrugged, "Can't go anywhere else."

"Why not?"

Violet gulped, "No other place I'd rather be."

Tate smiled and layed down on his bed, "Where's my mom?"

"She left I think."

"Probably to get more cigarettes," Tate sighed, "Which reminds me."

Tate rummaged through his draw until he pulled out a full pack of cigarettes. He smacked them against his hand until he thought it was enough and pulled one out.

"I remember you saying you wanted some." He handed it to her.

Violet smiled and placed the stick between her lips. Tate pulled out his zippo and Violet leaned forward for him to lite it for her. She inhaled deeply, not having the chance to do this in forever. She blew out a long line of smoke, sighing after she let it all out.

"Thanks, Tate. This really feels good." Violet smirked.

"I'm glad I could brighten your day." Tate grinned.

"You brighten my day by just being around."

Tate gave a nervous chuckle and tipped his head down to hide his blush, "Thanks, Violet. I love being able to talk to you and hang out all the time."

"Yeah, it's fun." Violet giggled.

"Tate?"

Both Tate and Violet turned to see Addie, his sister, standing in the doorway.

"Hey Addie, how are ya?"

"I'm good, but I thought I should warn you that mom is home and she's got a lot of adult drinks." Addie explained, stumbling over some words.

"Okay Addie, thanks for telling me." Tate nodded.

"I'm scared, Tate." Addie mumbled.

Tate's eyes flashed to Violet's before he got up and walked over to hug his sister.

It's okay, Addie. I won't let her hurt you. I promise not to let anyone ever hurt you."

Addie nodded before walking out of the room and heading towards hers. Tate sighed and turned and gave Violet and sorry look before joining her on the bed.

"That's my older sister, Addie. She's a little slow but not stupid. She can understand a lot of things, but people treat her like she can't. I try not to, but sometimes I have to in order to protect her."

"I understand. I think that's really sweet."

Tate laughed, "No one's ever described me as sweet."

"Well, I think you are. You're also caring, thoughtful, honest, creative, handsome,-."

"You think I'm handsome?" Tate cut in.

Violet looked at him blankly before smirking, "Don't read into it, it's a fact not a pick up line."

"Well what if I were to tell you, you're beautiful?" Tate smirked.

"What if I were to friend zone you?"

Tate's smirked dropped, "What if I were to cry?" he joked.

"You won't."

Tate took that as a challenge. He started picturing sad things. He tried to remember sad memories from his life. Wouldn't you know it, he actually started tearing up, and as he continued he started to sob.

"Tate, stop that!" Violet laughed.

"I can't! You won't admit you like me." He continued to cry.

"I won't admit to something that's not true!" she giggled.

"Why do you lie to me?!" he sobbed.

"Fine! I do like you!" Violet shouted, pushing Tate.

"Really?"

"Yeah." Violet shrugged. "I have for a while."

"I knew it." Tate poked her side.

"Don't get all high and mighty."

"Well, you know what this means." Tate wiggled his eyebrows.

"What?" Violet groaned.

"I have to take you on a date." He winked.

"No thanks."

"Why not? We have to make it official."

"I can't go out with you."

"Why? Is it your parents? I can meet them before if you want."

"No, Tate, I just can't." Violet sighed.

Tate squirmed on his bed, "Do you ever like me? I feel like I forced it."

"You didn't. I really really do truly like you, Tate. it's just I can't go to a movie, or restaurant, or anywhere public."

"Why not?" Tate frowned.

"My own reasons, Tate, please don't pry."

Tate furred his eyebrows more, Ok, Vi. So if you can't go out in public, would you allow me to make us a dinner here?"

Violet blushed, "I'd like that a lot."

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