Hello! I was in a bit of writter's block and i had no idea where the story was heading, on the next chapters a lot of questions will be resolved. There is some smut in here, Im new writting this kind of scenes, so dont be so hard! Reviews are useful thank you! I also wanted to say im sorry if some words are kind of repetitive, english is not my first lenguage therefore i have a bit of a hard time trying to be grammatically correct. So yeah, enjoy! =)

TATE'S P.O.V

Violet led me upstairs while we were holding hands; she occasionally flipped her head back to me and smiled, I couldn't stop staring at her, and I couldn't believe this was really happening.

We entered to the bedroom that was once mine. And I slowly walked towards her, I ran my fingers through her soft face and I slowly kissed her, that innocent kiss became more lustful and she took my shirt off, I couldn't stay behind so I took her purple shirt off too, and I went a bit down kissing her neck, she let a small moan out, she looked so sexy. I kissed her passionately, and we walked towards the bed. I laid her on it, and I got rid of her white bra, her lips were so addictive, this was probably best that any hint of coke I could do, it was so much better. I made my way to her nipples as she played with my hair. She arched her back, God I loved it when she made that. I felt her hand unbuttoning my jeans, so our eyes met.

"I want it, Tate."

I went up and kissed her, and then we took the rest of our clothes off.

I felt her wetness when I was inside of her, I started slowly, I wanted her to ask me for more.

When I was without Violet I thought I was condemned to keep 'living' this way, but when I finally met her I could not believe that I was so lucky, if I was condemned to make this girl happy forever, then it was a sweet, sweet hell. So much better than heaven.

"Stop teasing." She said as she passed her nails on my back, I could feel her leaving a mark.

"Why, what do you want, just tell me, I'll give it to you." I whispered into her ear.

"Harder, Tate, please."

She sounded a she was just about to arrive at her climax.

And we both did.

I got off of her so that she could catch her breath.

"I love you, Violet." I said as I held her hand.

VIOLET'S P.O.V

I couldn't say those words back, it would just feel wrong, yes I loved him, but there it was something inside of me that would hate myself for doing it. So instead I turned my head to his and I kissed him, then I rested my head into his chest.

Next morning when I woke up, Tate was still asleep; he had the face of a mere angel, he was beautiful.

He opened his eyes and let a smile out. He hold my hand, but I had other things in mind.

"What's wrong, Vi?"

I looked him straight in the eye. And my voice sounded colder than what I thought it would sound.

"Why did you set Larry on fire, Tate?" we had to start somewhere, and setting Larry on fire was the first of many crimes Tate had committed, or at least that's from what I knew.

TATE'S P.O.V

she was still mad at me, at the second she questioned me, I knew it wasn't over yet, I was still fighting this battle against my dark side.

"That bastard killed my brother." But I knew she needed to know more, she wanted to fully understand why, this is it, I thought, If Violet finds no sense in all my reasons it's going to be done.

"He killed Beau?, Why would he do that, Tate?"

"First just, lay here with me"

Violet laid down and I asked her to close her eyes as I closed mine.

Living rules applied no longer to death. We could do by far a lot of things that living couldn't and after so many time I had discovered something, it was like talking but without using your mouth, it was kind of like dreaming. I took Violet's hand and I talked to her without moving my lips.

"If you really want to see why I did all that terrible stuff I will show you."

"What is this shit, Tate?"

"You're kind of asleep."

Then my mind flew back to 1994, the year where I had committed all of what society called crimes, I revenged my brother's death and all they did was condemn me for it, but Constance, the woman who called herself my mother did a hundred time's worse than me. And she was still walking outside, I almost could see her with a cigarette on her lips and with her cheap perfume smell. I hated her. And that's all there was to it.

"Are you with me, Violet?"

VIOLET'S P.O.V

"Tate, what the fuck is this?, I thought we couldn't dream anymore."

"We can't, this is my mind, my memories. If at any time you want to stop just say it OUT LOUD."

Shit, so I was about to see why the boy I loved had killed his stepfather, I wanted to, but I was scared. Suddenly I was in my room, but it looked different, the door opened and slammed loudly. And there he was, flawless as always.

"Tate" but he didn't even listened to me. I crossed my arms, there was something different about this Tate.

He sat on the bed, looking anxiously around the room. Someone slowly opened the door. It was Constance she looked so young, she was dressing an orange dress and her usual hair do. She barely entered to the room. She still had that look on her eyes, that look of wishing things were different.

"Tate, honey, do you want me to make a sandwich for you?." She smiled.

"I want nothing that has to do with your dirty hands. You fucking use that hands to touch the fucking asshole you have living with us, I'll tell you what, why don't you both go and fuck themselves. Leave me alone."

"Don't you know I'm doing this for you?, for our family!, only God knows how much I've sacrificed for you and your brothers. And in exchange I get this child behavior from you, from my little angel."

"I'll tell you what; I'm nowhere near honoring a woman whom at night locks my sister in the basement." Constance tears started to flow as she denied everything with her hands, and Tate started to scream at her "YOU ARE NOT A MOTHER!, AND YOU WILL NEVER BE."

"Your sister needed to be taught a lesson."

"Yeah, and you need it too, I've called child services, I told 'em everything, and they are taking my brothers away from all the shit you have in this damned house, and I will run away. And for good I hope you and that bastard root themselves in jail."

Constance left the room. Leaving Tate standing there.