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Warning: This mentions self harm so if it bothers you or could be a trigger please do not read!

"So why did you move here?" Tate asked as they waited for their simple meals of burgers, fries, a coke for him, and pepsi for Violet to arrive. The car ride had been mostly silent as they listened to their favorite Nirvana songs. "Chad the queen did mention something about your parents, but he didn't go in to specifics."

"Have you ever heard the saying it's better to be seen than heard? We apparently my parents are demanding bastards because they had no desire to hear or see me." Violet paused for a moment and shrugged as she did her best to give off the impression that the topic of her parents had no effect on her whatsoever. "I was never a part of their plans from the moment I was conceived. My mother has always hated me because when she got pregnant at seventeen it ruined her plans of traveling the world. Her parents would never let her give me up for adoption and my dads parents were real big on tradition so they made him marry my mom. After I was born they tried to turn me in to what they wanted me to be and never cared about my happiness. My mom used to put me in all sort of baby beauty pageants and my dad has always pushed me to go to an Ivy league college. When they realized that wasn't going to happen, that I would never give them the lives they thought I cost them by being born, they decided to have another baby and now that my brother is almost here they have no need for me. They will say it's because I am a troubled youth and they want what is best for me, but that is a load of shit. It probably didn't help that I called them out on their bullshit by shoving their affairs in their faces. Now they get what they want and I am an outcast just like uncle Pat. I don't care anymore; karma's a bitch and sooner or later they will get whats coming to them."

"That's horrible." The death obsessed boy found himself reaching across to table to take her smaller hands in his before he had time to comprehend what he was doing. "If you love someone you should never hurt them, never."

"I know right?" She replied before glancing down at their joined hands and quickly pulling hers away. "I have to use the restroom, I'll be right back."

Rushing from the table as fast as she possibly could without looking even more crazy than she already was, Violet locked the bathroom door and turned on the facet in order to splash some cool water on her face. Talking about her parents always bothered her and usually she would never open to someone, but with Tate she did and she had no idea why. He was different than everyone else and she did not get the feeling he was just being polite, it was more like he could actually relate to her.

Taking a moment to calm her nerves, the teen girl reached in to her purse and pulled out a razor she had hidden in the bottom in case of emergencies like this. With shaking fingers she pulled up the sleeve to her sweater before sharply pulling the blade across her wrist while making sure she didn't cut to deep. Tiny droplets of blood dripped down her arm and in to the sink like raindrops from the sky on a cloudy day. The little river of crimson immediately made her feel better and so she did it again relishing in the stinging pain. This was the only kind of pain she could control and with the spiral her life had taken recently, control was something she desperately needed. Each seeping wound had it's own little story and reason behind it. The first two reminded her that her parents could give two shits about her, the third was for having to move, and the fourth soon to be scar would always be there to let her know how fucked up she actually was. Some people, maybe even Tate Langdon, would call her a beautiful disaster.

After a couple more quick cuts, Violet cleaned up the blood and pulled her sweater back down to hide her wounds. Hopefully the bandaids wouldn't leak like they had the last time. She had no desire for another person to pity her, especially someone like Tate. She did not cut for pity or attention. The reason she mutilated her body was due to the fact it was one of the only times she could feel anything and fear of becoming numb to it all is what kept it going on for so long. Life was hell sure, but that did not mean she had no desire to feel the pain which came with the small pleasures life sent her way.

By the time she made it back to the table the food had arrived and Tate was nibbling at his fries, it was obvious he had been waiting for her. "Sorry about that, I guess the jet lag is really getting to me."

"It's cool you weren't gone very long anyways." Even as the words spilled from his mouth, Tate knew something was off from the look in her eyes. It was a look he had seen in his reflection more times than he'd care to admit.

Violet Harmon was lost, she was in pain and her control was slipping. She wanted to feel something and yet she wanted to be in control for once. Tate knew how she felt and he knew without having to see the scars on her arms how she went about getting that control she craved because he had matching scars up and down both of his arms. He had to wonder if she also cut herself in order to rid herself of whatever demons she felt were trying to take her over like he did though he knew better than to ask her about out right. He needed to earn her trust first and when he did and only then would he ask her about it.

"Hey, do you want to see something cool?" He asked a few minutes later once they had both finished eating and he paid for the meal along with a treat he could bring home to Beau and Addie.

Her eyes flickered from the table up to his face. "Depends on what you consider to be cool."

"Just trust me, I know you'll love it." Tate offered her his hand which took hesitantly.

Violet bit her bottom lip as she followed him to the car. She would make a comment about him taking her somewhere to kill her, but she honestly wasn't in the mood to joke around or talk at the moment. If he was taking her somewhere to kill her then at least her misery would soon come to an end. Wherever he was planning to take her it would serve the purpose of taking her mind off of her parents and Boston. The only choice she had was to wait and see for herself so until then she settled for looking out the window up at the sky and wishing she could be a bird so that she would have the ability to fly away.

The blond haired male on the other hand, had to focus on driving and not on the thoughts rushing around in his head. He could smell the coppery scent of blood on her skin even though he could not see it and the scent alone was driving him mad. His inner monsters were begging, pleading with him to throw her in the backseat and taste every inch of her fragile flesh with first his lips, tongue, and finally his teeth. He could imagine it all in his head as if it were happening this very moment. He could see the bruises his fingers would leave on her skin, taste the blood wounds caused by rough love bites. Tate would make her beg and scream his name. There was a fine line between pleasure and pain and he would make sure to bring Violet to edge until she could no longer tell the difference.

It didn't take very long for the pair to arrive at the destination the older male had in mind and just as he hoped it was deserted. Turning off the car he got out and slid over the hood so he could open the door for Violet. He could feel the sand under his boot and smell the salt in the air. Almost immediately the voices in his head were soothed by the familiarity of this place. "Come on, I know the perfect spot where you will be able to see the stars and the reflection of the moon hits the water perfectly."

Violet felt him grab her hand and tug her along with him. She wasn't scared or anything; she actually trusted him which was weird since she never trusted anyone and she had just met this boy a couple of hours ago. "If you think you can get me to go skinny dipping with you then you've made a mistake. I-"

"Not the first thought that came to my mind, but it can be arranged.' His laughter stopped her before she could finish. Dropping her hand he sat down in the soft sand and not a moment later she did the same. "No, I brought you here because you seemed like you needed some fresh air and this is where I come whenever the world closes in and I feel like I can't breathe. When my cocksucker of a mother drives me to edge and I feel as if I am about to snap, when the kids at Westfield push me to far, when life is just too much this is where I come to breathe. I look out at the water, this limited expanse and I think, 'yo douchebag, why are you bitching and moaning about your life when you haven't even really started it yet? You can do anything, be anything, all you have to do is get through high school because in the end high school counts for jack shit.' I hate my life here and as soon as I graduate I'm taking my sister Addie, my brother Beau, and I am never looking back. They are the only reason I haven't-"

Violet tilted her head when he stopped talking. "The only reason your haven't what?"

"Taken control out of the hands of others and put it in my own completely." While others may not understand the true meaning behind his words, Tate had no doubt in his mind that Violet understood.

"What do you mean by that?" She had no idea why she bothered asking because she knew what he meant and yet she wanted to hear him say it; needed to hear him speak the words that would cement the fact he was just as screwed up as she happened to be.

His dark eyes locked with hers and only blackness greeted Violet as she tried to read his emotions, yet she found nothing. "Don't ask questions you already know the answer to. We both know you're smarter than that. You're like me Violet, you feel so out of control that you will do whatever it takes to get it back even though it never lasts. You play with fire because if you're going to be burned then you want to be the one in control of the flame."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She told him while scurrying to her feet and brushing the sand from her tights. She couldn't breathe and her heart was racing. How could he possibly know her secret? Would he tell her uncle Pat? Would Pat contract her parents or have her committed? Fuck, she needed to get out of here. "You don't know what you are talking about and I want to leave. Take me to my uncles place now Tate."

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." He snapped standing up just as quickly as did while at the same time making up his mind to show her his own scarred masterpiece that had once been his arm. He had been planning to wait until she opened up to him though for some reason he could not seem to wait any longer and so he yanked up the sleeve of his arm jacket showing off dozens of scars; some had healed many years ago and others remained raw and bloody having not yet healed. There were two extremely deep ones that stood out and as a fell cutter he was sure she would notice and just as sure she would not mention them, at least not yet. As soon as he noticed her looking at his scars, Tate brought his left hand up to touch her cheek softly as his gaze softened. "You can trust me Violet. You and I are the same through and through and I know you feel it as well. You're the first person I have ever shown my scars to and the first person I've ever brought to this spot. I wanted to share both of them with you because I feel like I can trust you. Can I trust you Violet or was I wrong? If I was wrong then just say so and we can get in the car, I'll take you home, and you will never have to deal with me again if that's what you want. Is that what you want?"

TBC...

AN: This chapter ended up being a little longer than I intended and so I brought it up yet again. I do hope you all liked it and it will continue in the next chapter. Sorry if you find mistakes, I was not feeling well today while I was writing it my mind was kind of elsewhere. Anyways, I would love to hear your thoughts on this chapter. The reason they moved kind of fast is because I needed a bond for upcoming chapters.

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