Warning: This chapter contains smut, and talk about death.

CHAPTER TEN

The next week went by like every other week, and I knew that every day was just another day closer to the torment my father had planned for me. Tate could see every day that I was getting tenser about all of this. Honestly it was just stressing me out so much.

"Lily you need to relax. You're getting way too stressed out and stress isn't good for you." Tate said one night when my father and Jennifer were out of the house.

"I know, it's just I feel so vulnerable right now. I know he is planning something." I said to him, and he pulled me onto his lap.

"Don't you worry, I will keep you safe." He said kissing my neck. I smiled and he pulled me closer, "You need to keep your mind off of him and that bitch." Now he was kissing my lips.

"How exactly do you expect me to do that?" I asked while kissing him back.

"I'll show you." He said with a smirk.

Tate kissed me more passionately, and I just melted into every kiss. I was in absolute bliss when I was with him. The kisses were getting a little more heated and I didn't mind at all. By now I had an idea of how he planned to de-stress me. So I tugged at his shirt and he took it off, then he decided to do the same with me. Tate spotted that rose tattoos that I had on my hips, he smirked and traveled down my body kissing my hips. I loved the way he was making me feel.

He unbuttoned my jeans and I helped him slide them off. A part of me was actually really nervous, but I pushed that part away and just focused on the moment. He came back up to my face and kissed me hard yet the kiss was still very passionate. I unbuckled his belt and slid his jeans off as well.

Tate was a little surprised that I wasn't stopping him, but I trusted him with everything that I had. So I gave him a warm smile and pulled him into another kiss. He unclasped my bra with no problem and threw it to the floor. His hands wondered my body and I loved it. So then I took that time to take off his boxers and he reciprocated by taking off my underwear. I felt so vulnerable yet really comfortable laying here in front of him.

"I love you, Lily." He whispered placing a sweet kiss on my lips.

"I love you too, Tate." I knew what was going to happen and I gave him the nod that he needed. He slid into me making me moan at the contact. Everything about the moment was perfect and he was being so sweet and gentle. Once I had gotten used to his size he began to thrust in and out of me hitting the spots deep inside that no one has before. I was a moaning mess underneath him.

"God Tate, you are going to drive me insane." I moaned into his ear gripping his shoulders and he continued to thrust into me. He smirked and his hands ran up my body and cupped my breasts, he paid special attention to the sensitive buds there and only managed to drive me closer to my climax.

Each thrust was taking me higher and higher, only making my moans louder. At this moment I had completely forgotten that we weren't alone in this old house but I could care less. Tate was making me feel amazing and I didn't want that to stop for anything.

"I'm getting close." He mumbled burying his face into my neck. I nodded and let my pleasure take over. Once I hit my high, I threw my head back and let out a loud moan and my moan is what spurred him to finish inside me. Never before had I felt this much pleasure. No boy that I had ever been with could make me feel this way, and I sure as hell could never bring myself the amount of pleasure Tate had given me.

He made me feel better than I could have ever imagined. It was like I was getting my second chance with the guy that I loved with all my heart. It was the most perfect night and Tate really helped me to forget my troubles just for the night.

The next morning I woke up with Tate's arms around me holding me close to him. I noticed Tate was awake and he smiled and gave me a kiss when he saw me awake. I felt calm after last night and Tate knew that, I loved that he had the ability to calm me like that.

He was tracing my tattoo of flying birds on my right shoulder blade, "I like this tattoo." He whispered.

"Me too, it's my favorite." I said as he lightly kissed my neck.

"Are you feeling any better today?" He asked while he was still kissing my neck.

"Yes much better. Thank you for your distraction." He smirked kissing my lips.

"No problem. Anything for you."

For the next few days Tate and I spent a lot of time together, that was until my father came home and surprisingly Jennifer wasn't with him. I was still very hesitant being around him, because ever since he came back, he has had this darkness to him. I could just tell he was planning something, because he got to the point where he wasn't even talking to me. I was afraid of my father, and I was afraid of the things he could do to me.

One rainy day, my father went out and left me alone in the big house. Tate was nowhere to be found, so I found myself sitting at the kitchen counter and staring out the window at the pouring rain.

"You know your father is just like Ben Harmon." I heard a voice say.

I looked to find Hayden standing there, but I didn't say anything to her.

She didn't like that, so she spoke again "He is very violent, in fact do you know where his slut is?"

"Probably with another guy." I spoke but she shook her head.

There was a smirk on her face, "I'm pretty sure he killed her. I heard him talking about how he was getting sick of her, so he had to get rid of her. Well you haven't seen her in a while, so there's that."

I looked up and saw that she was being serious. It honestly wouldn't surprise me if he did kill Jennifer.

"How do you know this? She could have just gotten sick of him and left his sorry ass." I really didn't believe Hayden because I feel like all she ever does is lie.

"Yes you are right, but if you forgot I am dead too and well it was all over the news a few days ago. They found a body a few towns over. They couldn't ID the body since it was badly mutilated, but there is a huge chance that it could be her." She was just making things up.

"I don't care." I really didn't care, because Jennifer didn't mean anything to me.

Hayden had another smirk on her face, "Yes you do. You are terrified at the thought of your father killing someone, because that only means that he is more capable of killing you." She hit the nail right on the head.

"NO I AM NOT!" I yelled and she laughed in my face knowing that I was lying to myself.

The front door slammed shut and I noticed that Hayden was gone now. I tried to act like I wasn't affected by what Hayden just said to me, but that was really hard to do.

"What are you doing in here?" My father snapped when he saw me sitting at the counter.

"Nothing, I'm not allowed to sit here?" I asked wanting to smack myself for that.

He came over and pulled me out of my seat by my hair, "Not when I have to see your face." I almost fell at the force of him pushing me away.

"Just so you know, Jennifer is moving in." He spat, and I had to process what he just said.

"Okay." I said almost relieved that he didn't kill her.

I was about to leave the room when he stopped me at the door, "What, no objection?" He asked giving me a look of disgust.

"No, you can do whatever you please since you own the house." This was the truth. I may hate Jennifer, but he was the one who owned the house and ultimately it was his decision who lived here.

"Get out of my sight!" He pushed me through the door.

As I was walking to the door I spotted a paper laying on the ground in front of the front door. So I grabbed it and brought it up to my room. There I found Hayden sitting on my bed.

"Go on, read the paper." She said wearing that signature smirk that I was learning to hate so much.

I looked down at the paper and saw just what she wanted me to look at.

Body of 24 y/o Amber Morris Found

Amber Morris, who went missing three weeks ago was found dead in the backyard of some local residents. Witnesses say that she was found in pieces and hardly recognizable. The police were unable to find any evidence leading to her killer. If you have any information, please call LAPD.

"How do you know my father was the one who did this?" I asked knowing deep inside that he was the one who did this.

"Well I watched him do it. He killed her in the basement and laughed as she screamed for mercy." That smirk never left her face as she told me this. "You know what. Now that I think about it, Jennifer was there the whole time. She was the one who brought the poor girl in. She said something about it being her sister and that she wanted her dead." She added.

I really wanted to punch this ghost, "Would you just leave me the fuck alone!" I screamed at her because I was sick of all the shit she was saying.

"Okay I will send in Tate to come fuck with you, since it seems he loves to do that." She said before disappearing. What the hell did she mean by that? Was Tate only saying he loved me because he enjoyed playing with the people in this house? I hope not, because if he was I would be really heartbroken.

Hayden's little comment about Tate, had me deep in thought. I mean it sort of makes sense, because he did the same thing to Violet. He was probably just a really lonely teenage ghost that enjoyed playing with people's emotions. Oh my god that is exactly what he is doing. He probably could care less about me.