Chapter Four: Out
Tate is still breathing hard when he parks up alongside the beach he's driven to. He winces when he gets out of the car.
I guess he's got war wounds I'd better go see if he'll survive.
Violet gets out of the car and follows Tate down to the beach. His back is to her as he stares out at the ocean. She walks up to his left side and stares out at the water in the distance, as it joins with the greying sky on the horizon. He doesn't say anything for a few minutes he just stares and holds his right side in his hand.
"I used to come here." He starts as Violet moves around to his right side to check out his injuries. "When the world closed in and got so small I couldn't breathe." She pulls his hand away from his side and gently lift his shirt a little to look. He winces when she lightly strokes his ribs.
Hopefully they're just bruised and not cracked.
He's looking down at her with kind eyes and a smile tinged with blood. She almost wishes she could say thank you for what he did.
"You a nurse now?" Violet runs her fingers along his ribs and sticks out tongue her at him. She holds a finger up, indicating she'll be a minute, and jogs back up the beach to his car. Luckily she managed to hang onto her bag as Tate dragged her from the fight. Violet grabs her bag from Tate's car and walks back down to the beach to find him sitting down on the sand. She sits down next to him and goes about searching through her bag.
It's never ending the shit that I keep in here. It may be useful but It's impossible to ever find what I need when I need it, case in point; my lighter about half an hour ago.
"Little worried about what you're gonna pull out of that thing. Honestly didn't mean the nurse comment." Violet looks up to see he's grinning and hasn't turned into a pussy all of a sudden.
Don't worry you're safe, for now.
She finds the painkillers and hands them to Tate whilst swigging from her bottle. He looks at the container then takes two pills and holds his hand out for my bottle.
"Don't like 'em dry."
You'll soon change your mind.
She hands him the bottle and tries to hold back a grin as he drinks from it. As soon as the liquid hits the back of his throat he's coughing and choking on it.
"Oh God Vi, you could have let me know it wasn't water." There's no holding back her grin now as he scrunches his face up and sticks his tongue out making yuck noises. Violet takes the bottle back and swigs from it again.
"Why are you drinking ...Vodka?" I nod "Straight. From a water bottle?" He looks at her with a small frown. She shrugs.
Long story.
Then he grabs the bottle and takes another long swig. Violet beams at him.
Today's been very different from how I imagined it.
"So he swung at me and I ducked under his arm, then I gave him a quick upper cut into his ribs, BAM!" Tate ducks and swings his fist up at his imaginary adversary.
Turns out, Tate's a fun guy whether he's sober or buzzed on painkillers and alcohol.
He's rather proudly re-enacting the fight from earlier, flinging himself about the beach and adding extra details, for effect obviously. Violet takes the bottle and finishes the last of the Vodka, usually that would make her sad but she can't help feeling happy sat here laughing at Tate.
He's so cute leaping about in the sand all wide eyed and breathless.
He suddenly stops, turns to look at Violet and as she lean back on the sand he walks over and sits down.
"You laughed." He's staring deep into her eyes. "Why don't you talk? Silly thing to ask I know but I'm curious. Can u speak?" He wants something from her any kind of communication, so she gently nods. "So you just stopped speaking?" Nod. "When?" Violet raises an eyebrow. "Good point. Did something happen to make you stop talking?" Nod. "Something bad?" Nod. "Sorry." She shrugs.
It's not like it's your fault.
"Can I have a smoke?" He reaches into her bag before she even gets a chance to nod.
This guy has no manners that's the third time today he's gone in my bag.
He pulls out Violets cigarettes and continues searching for that elusive lighter, but instead he finds the sleeping pills. "Thinking of having a nap?" Nod.
He puts them back in her bag and finally finds the lighter. When he turns back to Violet she's taken two cigarettes out of the pack, ones is between her lips and the other on her upturned palm. He lights Violets then his own. They sit in silence just smoking for a while.
"What were you planning on doing after you'd set Leah on fire?" He doesn't turn to look at her just continues starting out at the sea. Violet doesn't do anything, no indications towards her bag with the sleeping pills inside. He turns to look at Violet holding her chin in his hand so he can look right in her eyes. For some reason she feels sad thinking about it.
I'd never have had all this fun with Tate if I'd taken them. I'd never be having this much fun again if he hadn't stopped me setting her alight, I'd be dead or in jail. I'd never be sat on this beach with his dark eyes staring deep into mine searching out answers to his questions.
A light rain starts as they finish their cigarettes and Tate reaches into Violets bag again. He pulls the pill bottle out. He looks directly at her. "Were you going to take these?" Nod. He looks down at the pills in his hand then stands up and walks towards the ocean. He pops open the lid of the bottle and drops the pills into the surf.
Violet looks at Tate, watching the pills disappear into the sand and sea, and wonders what she would do to him if she didn't like him. If she didn't find him attractive. If she didn't want to kiss him. If she didn't want to feel his tongue flick into my mouth. If she didn't want his hands on her body. If she didn't want her hands on his body; on his chest, in his hair, on his dick.
He walks back to Violet. "I'm hungry let's go get something to eat." He holds out his hand for her, she takes it and he pulls her up. They walk back to his car where he grabs his bag and finds his phone ringing. He fishes it out.
"Oh that can't be good." Violet frowns at him. "My Moms called seven times," he laughs "maybe she needs sugar. Better check my voicemail." As he does that Violet searches for my phone in her overcrowded bag. No missed calls just one solitary text from her Dad. She opens it and reads.
You skipped the majority of your first week at your new school. Then you start a fight and nearly blind a girl. You're suspended and possibly going to be kicked out. I'm so disappointed in you. Come home now.
"Turns out school called our parents. I've been suspended. Oh well." He looks at Violet with a triumphant look on his face and she hands him her phone. He reads the text. "I'll take you home now." Violet grabs his arm as he goes to get in the car and shakes her head. "Are you sure?" Nod. "Ok. But I'm still hungry." Tate locks his car and they walk off looking for somewhere to eat.
They stop at a burger place and Tate orders their food to go. He then leaves Violet outside a store with the food promising her a surprise. He comes back about ten minutes later with a paper bag and hands it to her. Violet peeks inside and sees a bottle of Vodka and a pack of menthols. She grins.
Oh Tate, how did you know?
They walk back to the same beach and set out their feast. It's getting dark and a little cold so Tate wanders off to get driftwood for a bonfire. Violet sits on the sand and kicks off my shoes stuffing her socks in them and then rummages through Tate's bag.
You keep going through mine let's see what you have in yours.
She finds his IPod and scrolls through it whilst Tate builds the bonfire. Violet open the Vodka and drinks feeling it burn down her throat.
Hello bliss.
Soon she has his earphones in and is listening to his music, she decides he has good taste. Violets put the IPod on shuffle and leans back on the sand nibbling occasionally on her fries. They sit for some time smoking and drinking until Nirvana's, 'Come as you Are', starts playing in Violets ears. She puts the song on repeat, jumps up and starts dancing.
This is my all time favourite Nirvana song. No contest.
Violet's dropping her hips and swaying to the beautiful music with her arms in the air. She pull her arms down running her fingers through her hair and then further down her body. She's loving the feel of the sand between her toes and her skirt is making swirls around her legs as she twists and turns to the music. Then Tate's standing in front of her he takes her hands and starts moving along with her. Violet turns around to face the ocean again and feels him behind her, so close.
If I were sober, I'd probably laugh at how ridiculous we most likely look. But I can't actually remember the last time I was sober, so I won't.
Instead Violet turns around and hold Tate's face in her hands reaching up on her toes for a kiss. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her closer as she slips her tongue into his mouth.
He walks them back to their little camp and sits down indicating to the sand next to him.
You want me to sit next to you? Boring.
So instead Violet lowers herself onto Tate's lap so she's straddling his outstretched legs. He reaches up, takes his earphones out of her ears and smiles.
"You're pretty forward for a mute."
They sit like that making out for God knows how long. Tate eventually becomes uncomfortable in this position and decides to lift Violet off of him, lays her down on the sand and crawls on top of her. Then he trails little sucking kisses down her cheek and neck. Violet can feel his hard dick on her thigh and she tries to manoeuvre herself so she can grab him through his jeans. Just then her phone makes a noise behind her head and Tate stops sucking on her neck. He pulls away from her and sits up grabbing Violets phone and handing it to her. Violet leans up on her elbows and checks the message. It's another one from her Dad.
Hayden's threatening to leave me if we don't go on this vacation. So we're leaving now and if you're not home when we get back you're no longer welcome in the house.
Violet smiles and hands Tate her phone so he can read the exciting news before grabbing paper and a pen from her bag. She writes down her address shoves it at Tate. He looks at her writing and seems to weigh up his options.
Better hurry up Tate, I'm cold and horny.
"Your place?" Nod. "I'm too drunk to drive but it's not that far to walk." So Violet grabs her shoes and pulls them on, whilst Tate puts the fire out. They gather their stuff up and stand. Tate brushes sand off Violets clothes and out of her hair. They walk back to her house. Part of the way there Tate's fingers slip between Violets and they're holding hands.
The lights at Violets house are all off when they arrive but Violet decides to make sure her Dad and Hayden have really left before she lets Tate in. So she indicates for him to go round the back of the house whilst she goes in the front. After Violet unlocks the door and enters the alarm code, she quickly checks the living room and her Dads study before walking to the kitchen and opening the door to let Tate in.
"Nice place." He smiles and looks around.
Violet takes his hand and leads him up the stairs to her room at the end of the corridor. She unlocks the pad lock on her bedroom door walks in and turns the light on. Tate moves in behind her and looks around the room. He takes in the blue green walls, her books and the doll heads in a bowl. Violet walks towards her bed and kicks some dirty clothes under it. Her foot hits an empty bottle and there's a tinkling of glass but when she turns around Tate doesn't seem to have noticed.
Must clean up under there.
"I don't think I've ever been in a girl's room that looked less girly." He's flicking through Violets comic book pile. "No pink anywhere."
Just on my underwear.
Violet kicks off her shoes and pulls her big sweater over her head before climbing onto her bed, patting the mattress next to her. Tate hesitates for a moment.
Oh don't get cold feet now, please.
But then he's pulling his own shoes off and joining her on the bed. He suddenly looks nervous.
Oh come on already. What are you a virgin? I wonder if he is. I should probably slow down a little just incase. I should slow down full stop.
That's when Tate puts his hands on Violets shoulders and pushes her down onto the bed. He crawls on top of her pinning her to the bed and smashes his mouth on hers. He kisses her deep using his tongue to taste her, she tastes of cigarettes and alcohol. Violet threads the fingers of her right hand through his hair as he pulls her left arm up and pins it above her head. He starts sucking on her neck and she can feel him hard on her leg. Then suddenly he stops kissing her and pulls back. Violet looks up at him quizzically and then realises her arm is stinging from his touch. Tate's looking up at Violets left arm and gently pulling at her sleeve to expose the cuts and scars.
Shit I should have turned the lights off.
He stares at her arm for a moment gently running his thumb over the scars but avoiding the raw cuts. The he sits up next to her on the bed and is pulling his own sleeve up. His arm is decorated with beautiful silver scars. Violet looks at Tate's arm for a few seconds before moving off the bed. Tate looks at her with a sad smile like he thinks she's rejecting him. As Violet stands she pulls her shirt off over her head, rolls her leggings off and follows them with her skirt.
I'm standing in front of a guy I barely know in just my underwear. Not sure if this is going to go well.
Tate's eyes go wide as he takes in Violets bruised and cut body. Her thighs, arms and stomach are littered with criss crosses, silver and red, mingling with the yellowing bruises from Monday. Then he moves to stand next to her pulling his own clothes off so that they are both in just their underwear and so that Violet can see his blossoming bruises. But he doesn't have cuts anywhere else on his body and the connection Violet felt a few seconds ago when she say his scars starts to crumble. She moves to wrap her arms around her body but he shakes his head and holds her arms in his hands.
Tate lays Violet down on her bed and begins gently kissing all of her scars and cuts. He starts with her arms then moves to her stomach and as he reaches the large one, it looks like he wants to ask her about it. But he seems to change his mind and continues kissing her. His mouth slips down to her thighs and he studies them seeing tiny little holes which he decides to ask her about later. But for now he can smell her and all he wants to do is part her thighs and taste her. He looks up at Violet from under his eyelashes and sees her looking back at him. As she doesn't seem to be pretesting he does part her thighs.