A/N: I hope everyone had a great holiday! Sorry if this chapter is short I wanted to leave some suspense . I hope you still enjoy! Thank you for stopping by and please leave a review or PM me!

He was always drawn to her. The bounce in her walk, the way her hair swayed behind her; and a voice that'd shut you down. Eyes that were round and dark and lips that felt like rose petals and tasted like sugar.

She was magnificent, beautiful, fierce, strong. She didn't need him. Tate knew that, but God was he lucky to be with her. Again.

Tate was laid out on the grass outside. It was sunny, warm and slightly breezy; he stared at the clouds, they slowly swirled into each other, it was funny; the world was so close, but so far away. Life was staring him right in the eyes, but he couldn't touch it.

Violet was watching her brother, Ben had arranged a "date" in the dining room with his lovely wife. The point was, Tate wasn't allowed near the baby. House rules, that even Violet followed. He didn't care much. But he missed Violet, he wanted her to read to him in the gazebo. Like they'd planned.

"What're you doing out here?" Moira held her head high, as if Tate were lesser than. "Sulking around for her? How pathetic." She shook her head. Watering a dying plant; "I'll never understand why she keeps running back to you." Moira's face twisted in disgust.

"Oh shut up you old hag. Who're you to judge me?" Tate leaned up, sitting crisscross now, his arms stretched out behind him. "You wiggle your ass for any man who walks through the door then preach how all men are pigs." Moira glared at him, he smirked at her like a child asking for a toy; Moira stood up and headed back inside. Obviously insulted.

Tate thought about telling her parents that Violet and him were back together. But he knew if he even made a whisper they'd shoot his brains out. Maybe it was too early? He hated waiting till the house was dead asleep to go visit her; or that they had to be invisible so no one saw. But Tate really didn't understand the pain he inflicted on her parents.

It didn't click.

He only understood pain when it was engraved in his soul; or Violet. He felt bad, that is true, but peace between the three was not going to be easy.

Tate picked a small daisy, plucking its petals one by one, counting the seconds until she'd come meet him.

After an hour or two of plucking flowers and kicking rocks, Violet finally emerged from the home.

"I thought you'd forgotten about me."

Tate peaked from behind a tree, startling the girl in a purple sundress and black tights.

"I'd never forget about you." And she's tried too.

Tate grinned and slid from behind the tree to close in for a welcoming kiss. Violet wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I don't wanna read today. Is that okay?" Violet looked up into his eyes. "I don't care. What do you want to do?" Violet could think of a few things: Sex, Board Games, sleeping, reading or..sex.

Tate grabbed her hands, pressing her fingers against his lips. Violet watched as he gracefully held her hands like precious pearls. He's really changed in the past few months, his fits of rage have gone down quite a bit. He doesn't look mean or as if he's going to kill everyone. She's sure he's thought about it many times. But Violet's come to learn that killing has lost its justice and meaning. It's no use if they all come back in the end.

"I'm bored. I wish we could go somewhere. Don't you miss going places?" Violet let go of his hands and wrapped her arms over herself as if she were cold.

"Sometimes. I wish we could run away together. But that's only a fantasy. I'm just happy to be with you; after being here long enough, it just feels like one long, long day." Tate walked ahead of Violet, grabbing onto the metal gate that trapped him and many others.

Violet had only been there two years. Tate had been there far longer than she can imagine, he and the Montgomery's and the twins have spent decades there. She felt bad for complaining.

Tate watched as a mother and her baby strolled down the street and he thought of his devilish mother and the baby that she stole to raise as her perfect son.

Violet wrapped her arms around him from behind, "Maybe one day we can move on." She whispered against the fabric of his aged flannel jacket. "We could be free."

Tate turned to look at her over his shoulder then disappeared. Leaving her embrace empty.

"Violet? What are you doing, come back inside please! Moira knitted you a lovely dress!" Vivian called out. That's why he disappeared so fast. She was impressed at his timing.

Violet lazily made her way inside and followed her mother to her room, it wasn't Violet's style in the slightest.

It had lace and a pink bow on the hem, floral lacing hung around the bottom. It looked as if it were meant for a child.

Vivian could sense the distaste in her daughters face. "She used Nora's fabric. I love it."

"Then you wear it. I'm not wearing this."

Violet cringed. Moira was kind but she hated when she made her stuff. Especially clothes.

"Oh quit whining. At least someone's making you clothes."

The two turned to search for the disembodied voice.

Haden, of course.

Vivian grabbed a near by wooden candle holder and stomped over to her, her heels smacking against the floors. "Stay away from us." Vivian spat.

"Or you're going to kill me? I'll just keep coming back. Why don't you sit down Viv. We need to talk."

Violet couldn't take much more and she wasn't going to wait for Haden to possibly hurt her mother.

"Haden get out of here. We don't want any trouble." Violet closed in on her, Haden's lips stretched into that malicious grin; she knew something was going to be said that wasn't supposed too.

"This has nothing to do with you, where's your little boy toy? Worshipping the ground you walk on like some pathetic freak. Keep it down at night too. I can't focus on your father when I hear his daughter being rammed into." Haden pushed Violet.

The wooden candle holder smashed onto the floor.

Vivian stood in silence, her face was emotionless.

"Mom, I'm sorry I wanted to tell-

Vivian sat on the bed, shaking in a mixture of emotions.

"Violet..please, go to your room."

"But, mom-"

"Go. AWAY!"

Vivian screamed and the room grew black until she couldn't she the tears running down her mother's face anymore and she was gone.

Her own mother banished her. Violet had never been told to go away. It felt as if gravity was pulling her into the ground. Violet stood in her room, in complete shock. Tears ran down her face, she didn't even notice she was crying.

She was uncontrollably bawling now. She hugged herself, her eyes felt like faucets and her throat was dry and she couldn't stop sniffling and gasping for air. She felt so guilty. She didn't want her mother finding out this way. Violet wailed, her mother was never going to look at her the same again and it broke her; and her cheating dad, Vivian couldn't move out. She was stuck here, with a baby.

"Violet? Are you okay?" Tate's arms pulled her into his chest, her wet face leaving imprints on his clothes. Violet pushed him away. Tears streaming down her face.

"My mom hates me." Violet gasped between breaths, tears streaming. Her attitude pointing the blame on Tate.

His brows furrowed.

"Haden told her about us and the affair. How can she forgive me or my dad?" Violet asked herself.

"Vi, I'm sorry, I'm here now. I love you."

Violet was sniffling now. Tate kept his distance, he was scared. He was afraid she'd tell him to go away and it'd be over. He can't lose her again.

"Tate, please, I want to be alone."

"Why don't you want me to stay?" Tate formed his hands into fists.

"Tate, I want to be alone. Don't you get that? Stop following me around!" Violet threw her pillow at him. It smacked him on the chest.

He wasn't standing there any longer. Violet thought he'd left.

"No." Tate whispered in her ear, pushing her onto the bed. Violet stared up at him. He'd never been aggressive towards her.

"I'm tired of you going back and forth with me Vi. I love you. I love you so much. I'd do anything for you. And if you don't know if you wanna be with me, then tell me. I don't want to hide anymore, I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of wondering if you want to be with me. I love you but I don't want to play games. Not anymore."

Tate's eyes welled up in tears.

Violet stared at him. She didn't know what to say.

"Tate, I love you. You know I do. But it's so hard, it's so hard to forgive what you did. It's going to take me awhile. But I do want to be with you."

"How long will it take for you to forgive me?" Tate had tears running down his face now.

"I'm willing to wait forever, if that's how long it'll take…I love you. I really do. I want this to work." Violet opened her arms and Tate fell into them, holding onto her for his life.

After a few moments of silence and whispers, Violet pulled him onto her, she laid down, her hands running over his wet cheeks. She gave him that certain look.

She always wanted him at the strangest moments; he knew why. She wanted to forget the world around her and feel something. And so did he.

Tate didn't hesitate and gave into her charm, he kissed her and everything else was a distant memory.

Violet arched her back so he could pull up her dress, his fingers pushed aside her underwear, filling her and her moans flooded his ears.

"You're such a pervert Violet."

"Shut up."

Vivian sat on the bed, rubbing her expensive lotion between her fingers. Ben returned from the bathroom and crawled onto the bed, kissing her cheek and running his hands over her shoulders.

"Ben. We need to talk." He stopped in his tracks.

"I know about Violet and Tate."

Ben sighed in relief, his own sins ringing in the back of his head.

"I know Viv, I told her to stay away from him but you know her. She won't listen to anyone." He laid on his back. "We have to put a stop to it." Ben looked over at the back of his wife, she was silent.

"Did she finally tell you?" Ben reached to run his fingers through her hair.

"No. Haden did."

"She was here?" Ben could feel a lump growing in his throat.

"Yes, she told me everything Ben."