Hey guyyys! So I will clear somethings up for you guys before we get to this chapter. Vivian will be introduced here. She is VERY VERY VERY OOC. To the point where some might not like it, but she is also the way she will be for a reason. Uhmmm, I changed Tate's background a little bit family wise. I imagine his house being like a nice middle class look. Violet's house will be the Murder House that she has always lived in. Yes, the house will be responsible for the change in her family, but more detail on that will come later down the road, but I will tell you guys for now, no no ghosts in the Murder House that physically appear, but it will more be of an uneasy energy.

Violet's POV

I get up to the sound of my ringing alarm and head to my bathroom to take a shower. I'm gonna be late today because I've slept in. Hey, I can't help it. I was up all night and then when my alarm goes off I keep pressing snooze. I'm so tired I stumble across my floor to the shower. Today I decide to just go with a simple black long sleeve v-neck and some dark blue skinny jeans with a hole in the one knee and my usual black combat boots. I let my hair fall into its natural curve at the ends that lands midway of my back. And minimal makeup as usual, unlike the girls at my school who feel the need to get up everyday and pile about an hours worth of makeup on their faces. I just need enough to hide the dark circles and oh yeah..the bruise on my face.

Tate's POV

This shit is stupid. Why do I need to know about other countries' history anyway? I'm sitting here in world cultures listening to the teacher. I will say though, I'm liking Mr. Matthews. He's more of a..life teacher. Not a history teacher.

Mr. Matthews continues talking and walks up to the front and leans back onto the front of his desk, "And that kids..is the reason why you shouldn't judge by what meets the eye."

Before he can continue his lecture the door opens, "I'm so sorry I'm late, Mr. Mathews! It won't happen again." Violet comes rushing in. Mr Mathews smiles, "Don't worry about it, Vi, just take your seat."

Something's different about her today. She's sounded more on edge and she..wait..

As she sits down next to me I can smell the faint smell of smoke, but then it disappears and it just smells like a normal girl smell, but a little more edge to it. I think it is vanilla. I try looking at her more closely without her noticing. Is that a bruise I see through her makeup? It's on her cheek and then as I move my eyes downward to her exposed chest, I see hand imprint bruises. Seriously? If you're a freak in the sheets, awesome. But you don't have to flaunt it. This is what I mean by attention whore.

We get through the rest of the class and Violet didn't even say anything to me so far. Wait, I spoke to soon, "Hi Tate." She moves closer to me and grins. Here we go.

Right after she says that, the bell rings. I roll my eyes at her and get up and begin to walk out. I hear thise little foot steps behind me, "Wait, Tate!"

"What do you want?"

She winks at me, "You."

I roll my eyes and turn my heels to walk away. "Wait! No really though, the English project is different now. There's no more play, we just have to do a research project on Shakespeare."

"K." The response that drives every girl crazy.

"So..want to meet in the library after school?"

"I guess." She grins widely and walks away.

At least she knew to walk away before I turned into an asshole.

Violet's POV

Me and Tate are sitting in the library and I'm trying to make this as not awkward as possible but he's making it so hard. Ugh, I just need him! Even just looking at him ignites the fire down in me. He's sitting at a table skimming a book and writing stuff down, so I take this as an opportunity. I walk over and lean on the table to talk to him. "So Tate.."

He looks up to me with no expression. As usual. "Are you busy after this?"

He shrugs his shoulders. "How do you not know?"

"I don't know..sure. I'm busy after this."

I frown at him, "Well don't be busy and come over tonight."

I don't expect his next reaction. He gets up, grabs his book bag and begins to walk out into the hallway. Enough is enough. I'm gonna get him whether he wants it or not. I storm out after him, "Would you stop hating me!" Really, Violet? That is what I come up with? This isn't me. I don't go after people like this. I almost regret it.

He turns around and I gulp because I obviously didn't think before I did this. "What the fuck do you want from me Violet?"

"I told you! I want you!"

"Well I don't want you! I'm not playing your little high school games! So hop off my dick that you'll never see! Why don't you go and fuck whoever left their little love marks (he air quoted to) on you last night!" He begins to walk away and as much as I want to run back after him I dont.

I just stand there in astonishment..

Flahback to the night before

"Shut up! Just shut up!" My mom is yelling and thrashing her arms around. "I can handle myself Violet, now fuck off!" She grabs her car keys but I can't let her go like this. She's drunk. Really drunk.

"Mom! Give me the keys!" I grab them and pull them out of her reach.

"Fucking give them to me Violet! Now!" Next thing I know she lunges for me and starts tackling me to the ground. She is trying to wrestle me but I am stronger than her. I am still struggling though. Somehow she gets on top and starts pushing on my chest to get me to stay lieing down. I fight her off some more but she eventually gives up.

She raises her hand and slashes me across the face with it, "Ow!" I feel the tears stinging my eyes. I get her off of me and I still have ahold of the keys. I ended up punching her in the face, getting her to pass out. I lie her down on the bed in her room. I can't take this anymore..I can't do this every night. I walk into my bathroom and look in the mirror. The bruises. The cuts. I lift up my shirt to reveal the left over marks from a couple nights ago.

I can't do this anymore. I can't. I don't know what is happening, why this is happening. I miss dad. I miss my dad. I don't understand how everything got so fucked up.

I pick up my phone and call someone..,"Hey, Gabe. It's Violet. Wanna meet somewhere?" I say in my most seductive voice. I grab my car keys and head out the door making sure I also take my moms. Just incase she wakes up and is still drunk. I don't want her driving.

...

I get off of Gabe's bed in his room and my head is cloudy. "That was amazing, Violet," he says. I just nod my head in reply. "Do you wanna stay the night with me?" He adds a wink.

I shake my head, "No..uhm I have to get home to help my mom." He nods his head in disappointment. He gets up off of his bed and walks over to me..ooh gosh don't say it..

"Well, call me this weekend," he said it.

"Of course." Lies. I put my hands on his broad shoulders and reach up to peck him on the lips. My lips grazes his bruised lips and I pull away and leave without another word. Taking in the last time I will ever see that boy. Also taking in the fact that I almost moaned "Tate" while I was on top of Gabe. What is he doing to me?

Flashback over.

Tate's POV

Was I too harsh on her? No, I wasn't. I keep telling myself that. I was just being real with her, unlike all her fake ass friends that haven't told her off yet.

But I can't help thinking about what Travis said to me. How maybe there was a reason she's the way she is. Maybe..

Tate STOP.

There's no excuse for her behavior. Then, why is she on my mind all the time now? When I'm away from her she's on my mind and when she's actually near me, I feel nothing but pure annoyance.

I walk out to the school parking lot and hop up on my bike. Yeah, I have a motorcycle. Gotta keep up with this look, ya know? I slide my helmet over my golden hair and drive off. The whole way home I have nothing but Violet on my mind. The look on her face when I walked away from her today was.. confusing? She looked almost hurt..hurt and weak. All the other times I had rejected her, she just looked like an annoyed teenage girl. But this time, there was something different in her eyes.

I finally get home and park my bike in my garage. Yup, MY garage. I live by myself in an inherited house from my grandpa. He was my only family that I ever trusted. He basically raised me. My mom had me when she was 15 and my dad was 18. When I was 2 my dad had left my mom for someone else and we never heard from him since. My mom did her best to take care of me, but eventually everything just got to her and she became addicted to..pretty much any drug she could get her hands on. My grandparents took me in and I lived with them. He was the owner of a record company and record store so we made a good living.

But last month him and my grandma died from a car accident, and in his will, he left everything to me. Literally everything. Even the record label, Langdon Live LLC. But I'm only 20 and not into the whole owning a business thing, so I sold it to a friend of my grandpa's. I have about 2 million in the bank from selling it and then $500,000 from what was left in his and my grandma's accounts, after all debts being paid off. He left me this house he had kept because it's where he grew up as a kid. I guess you could say I'm pretty damn lucky, since it's all already paid off. I decided to keep the record store because I have to admit, it has some pretty cool shit in it. I do not run it though, I kept all the employees and the manager, and after them getting paid I make a pretty good profit at the end of every month from it.

Anyway, I walk into the kitchen from the garage and head up the wooden steps to my room. It's a pretty big house for being alone, but hey, it's a beautiful house. I grab my guitar and start strumming because I NEED TO get this damn girl off of my mind.

Travis's POV

I'm sitting at home on our patio watching my dad build a-..make a-.. to be honest I have no idea what it is. I can't get Violet off of my mind. I saw her today walking down the hall and I looked at her to see that she has a bruise on her cheek, going down to her collar bone. She had it covered with makeup but you could see right through it.

The small encounter had a little bit of tension, but we still gave eachother a little smile. I could see something in her face. Hurt. Pure hurt. Something's up with her. Something's been up with her for 3 years. Ever since she dated that asshole, Kyle. He must have put her through something. I'm debating on whether to talk to my mom about it, considering she knows Violet's family well..but last I heard my mom hasn't talked to her mom in a couple years. Violet's dad died when we were 15. No one knows the exact details, but my mom seems to think it was suicide. After her dad died, she used to come to my mom from therapy and I never meant to snoop, but sometimes you just overhear. I'd hear little parts about how she thinks her mom had begun to change. Even before her dad passed.

Okay Travis..do you butt in to this or let it go? Hmm..

...

I decide to go over to Vi's and talk to her. I don't even know what to talk about. I can't just show up and be like, "Hey, what happened to you?" No, I have to talk it out of her. I finally get near her neighborhood. It's one of those neighborhoods where all the houses look the same and the grass is really green and taken care of landscape. I park my car on the curb in front of her house. I forgot how big it was, like 1920's victorian, it actually stands out from the rest. Okay..here goes nothing. I walk up to her door and give it a couple knocks.

I hear her in there, "One sec!" I glance over to her driveway and see only her car is here so there must not be anyone else home. She cracks the door open a little bit but just so I can see her face, "Travis?" I can't help but seeing her eyes are puffy, with what looks like tears.

"Uhm..hey Vi." I nervously get out.

"What are you doing here?"

"I-I just thought maybe..uhm..can I come in?" Really Travis?

Her eyes get cautious, "Right now isn't the best time Travis, I have a lot of homework."

"Okay, well then-" I get cut off by her dog Hallie, who runs up in between Vi and the door, making it come open.

I can't believe what's in front of my eyes..I try looking harder but the dog is jumping on me begging for attnetion. Vi panics and grabs the dog, "Hallie! Uhm-uhm, sorry Travis! Bye!" Now the door is in my face.

Blood. I'm pretty sure I saw blood on her wrists. The thought of it haunts me for the rest of the evening and I go home to analyze what I just saw.

Tate's POV

Me and Violet are sitting in the school library after hours, to finish this damn research project. We've barely said a word to eachother, and she hasn't even tried to come onto me yet.

The librarian comes up to us, "Mr. Langdon and Ms. Harmon.. I appreciate you're love of this library, but I'm going to have to ask you guys to leave. It's time for teachers to go home."

I just nod and put my stuff away but Violet protests, "We're not finished yet." I give her a glare.

"Well Violet, it's time to go so pack up you're stuff.."

"We're not finished yet!" She spits out at the librarian.

"Ms. Harmon, I demand you guys out of here right this instant!" That's it. I grab my stuff and grab her bag and I grab her arm to pull her out of the library, "I'm so sorry Ms. Barker, we'll be out of your way now!" I reassure her as Violet struggles under my grip.

I pull her down the hallway and out the side door to the parking lot. I let her arm go and she's about to run away until I stop her by pulling her arm back again, "What's the matter with you?"

"What do you mean Tate?" She looks up at me with a smirk. Is she fucking crazy?

"You know what I mean, who tries fighting with a librarian?!"

"We're not finished Tate! It's due tomorrow! What the fuck else am I supposed to do?"

"Not fight with a an old lady that's for sure!" She rolls her eyes and begins to walk away again, "So what do you want to do about the rest of this project?" She shrugs her shoulders.

"Well we have to figure something out because we're not failing this."

"I could care less what happens." What's her problem!?

"Oh my god.." I say under my breathe. I can't believe I'm about to say this, but.. "Come over around 6. 125 Maple Avenue. We will finish at my house."

She stumbled her words, "Wh-what?"

I look at her, "Did I stutter?" She shakes her head. "Good."

I walk away and go to the parking lot where my motorcycle is. Oh gosh, what have I done?

Buzz!

Travis: Hey man, have you talked to Vi today?

Tate: Yeah.

Travis: Did you notice anything..different?

Tate: She didn't try fucking me.

Travis: Nevermind that! I mean was she acting different

Tate: Idk, she was more quiet than usual.

Travis: Was she wearing long or short sleeves?

Tate: Uhh..I think long?

Travie: Okay, thanks.

Tate: Why?

Travis: Nvm, we'll talk in English tomorrow.

That was weird.