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By the time Tate returned from dumping Leah, he found Violet in the basement, which she had cleaned spotless, and she was crouched in the corner staring at her hands. At first she didn't even realize Tate had returned until he was crouched down in front her grabbing her smaller hands in his much larger ones so gently she wondered how someone who could be so sweet could also hold such much darkness inside of them. How could Tate touch her so gently when less than an hour before he was giddy watching a girl toy the line of life and death?

"Violet?" His hands moved to her face, still just as gentle as before. "Come on Vi, you need to get some air. Lets go outside. I took care of everything just like I promised. I doubt she will be bothering you anymore. You don't have to worry about her. I'll never let anyone or anything hurt you I swear."

Her eyes focused as she snapped back to reality before tearing his hands off of her face and standing up as quickly as she could. "I'm not going anywhere with you! Stay the hell away from me Tate! You are sick, you're a monster! I thought-I thought you were different. I guess I was partly right huh? You are different, but not in a good way. Tate, you brutalized Leah, you killed and then brought her back. You were only supposed to scare her!"

"I did for you!" He yelled running his hands in his hair. "I did it so she would leave you alone. You said yourself you wanted to kill her, I just did it for you. You are so pure Violet, so sweet, and the last thing I wanted was for you to do something that may taint your innocence and purity so I did it for you. Why are you so upset with me Vi? She's alive, I didn't kill her even thought she would have deserved it. I let her live because you wanted it that way. I can't see the bad here; she gets to keep breathing and you won't be tormented anymore. Aren't you happy Violet? I want you to be happy; since the moment I saw you thats all I wanted."

"Do you hear the words spewing out of your mouth?" Violet was pressed up against the wall slowly making her way to the stairs and with each movement Tate would mimic her even if he did not realize it. "You don't even care the pain you caused her, you only care about the fact I'm upset with you. Leah may be a bitch, but nobody deserves to have done to them what you did to her. What if someone did something like that to me or Addie even?"

He shook his head quickly in response. "That would never happen because I would stop them before they got the chance."

"Yeah by killing them!" Deep down Violet knew Tate wouldn't hurt her, but in the end she worried about what he would do to the rest of the world. "The world doesn't work that way Tate. You can't just kill or hurt someone because of something they say or do. You say you did it for me and I get it, I do, but when I look at you I feel sick. What you did was wrong so wrong and you are unable to see it. Can you even feel anything? Has the world turned you so cold you're not able to feel compassion, kindness, empathy, or love? Have you always been this way or did someone hurt you so badly you lost your soul?"

"So you hate me?" His voice quivered and his dark eyes filled with tears. "You see me as some monster? Vi, please don't hate me. What can I do to make you trust me again? How can I earn your forgiveness?"

"I don't hate you Tate." Which was the truth, she did not hate the boy standing in front of her; she pitied him. "I feel sorry for you. Look, I won't tell anyone what happened here because I feel like it was my fault. Like you said, you only did it for me, but let me make this clear okay? I never want to see you again. This friendship, whatever we were is done for good. Nothing you say or do can fix this."

Tate could literally feel his heart shatter at her words. Why was she doing this? Why wasn't she happy? How could she say, let alone think the things she was saying? How could his beautiful Violet believe for one second he was unable to feel? All he did was feel, everything, all the time and sometimes it became almost too much to bear. The world they had been forced to live in was the monster, not him. He did what he had to do in order to survive; if he was messed up it was only because the world and people in it had molded him in to one.

Taking two strides forwards he reached out to her helpless. "Violet no, please don't talk like that. There has to be something I can do to make this better. Anything, I'll do anything Vi just name it."

"Stay away from me!" She screeched shoving him away with her hands when he got to close for her liking. "You disgust me. You make me want to throw up and thought of you ever touching me or even looking at me makes me wish I could burn even the memory of you from my mind and my skin. The difference between you and me is the fact you can go on pretending like nothing happened since you don't care, but me? I have to live with this forever, for the both of us. You really are like everyone else because just when I thought I could trust someone, when I fell for the idea you would never hurt me, you do something like this and the worst part? The worst part is you've hurt me the most."

With those words she was gone having fled up the stairs and unbeknown to her, Violet had taken Tate's heart and what was left of his soul, with her.

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"Fuck!" After Violet had left Tate went to his room and immediately started picking up whatever he could grab and throwing it against the wall.

A lamp shattered as it smashed against the wall about his bed. A glass bowl was the next victim then came the skull bong he had made in ceramics class a year earlier. Books, CD's, knick knacks, bottles, empty soda cans, nothing was safe from his wrath and when he finally ran out of things to destroy, his hands went to his blond locks as he pulled as hard as he possibly could. The pain was a temporary relief, but like all things it did not last and he soon found himself on his knees sobbing as he continued to yank on his hair harshly.

"Screw up! Screw up! Screw up!" The voices in his head were telling him he was worthless, that he had lost the one person in the world he could have redeemed his sorry soul. Violet hated him and he had no idea how to fix it. "ARGHHH! Worthless whore did this! It's all her fucking fault! Should have let that bitch stay dead!"

'Leah's not the reason you lost Violet, you are.'

'She saw the monster you try so hard to keep hidden.'

'She hates you.'

'You will never be good enough for her no matter what you do or how hard you try.'

Tate could feel a sob rise up in his throat and bubble out past his lips as he remembered with such clarity the look on her face. Her expression had been filled with pain, disgust, and even a bit of fear. Violet was scared of him and that was what bothered him the most. He could have taken it if she hated him because he understood hate, he hated the world and almost everything and everyone in it. Fear though, fear was something different altogether.

Usually he enjoyed it when people feared him, it was a sort of rush, but not now. He would never want Violet to fear him, it broke his heard all over again to even think about it. Why couldn't he seem to do one thing right? He'd tried so hard to be what she need, to do what he thought she wanted and yet he failed, like he always seemed to do. Why was nothing ever enough?

'She needs to be punished.'

'Kill her.'

'It would be easy.'

'Imagine the feeling of pulling a trigger watching as a bullet tears through her tiny body spilling her life all over the floors.'

'Or picture the pretty picture her blood would make as it spilled from her slashed throat.'

He could see all of it in his head. Tate felt the knife in his hand, cold steel pressed against a tender throat. Blood staining her shirt, his shirt, the floor, spreading out like a halo around the pair of them. Her eyes wide and full of panic, but the moment the life left her eyes a flash of relief. A silent thank you for saving her from this rotting filthy world. Maybe he would even join her in whatever came after one left the world of the living.

'She deserves it for what she has done to you.'

'Make her pay.'

No, something was wrong. He cared to much for Violet to end her life. She was not the problem, he was. Violet was good and pure. The blond boy wanted her to live her life because she would have an amazing life due to the fact she herself was amazing. Violet was meant to have the best life possible and Tate would do whatever he could to ensure that happened. So she was upset with him right now, but despite what she said, he knew there had to be a way to fix the situation they found themselves in. He would do whatever it took because they had a connection, a bond, a magnet pull and she would only be ale to fight against that for so long.

He remembered the feel of her lips against his when he had kissed her; the way she gasped and the feel of her racing heart against his own. It was more than simple lust. What they had was real and raw and you don't give up on something like that. If Violet wasn't willing to fight for what they could be in the future then he was damn sure willing to fight enough for the both of them.

He was willing to fight for until his very last breath if that's what it took. The voices were wrong, he was going to prove it to them and to her. He would win back her trust and friendship; he would prove himself to her. She was the only person that mattered; he give a flying fuck what the rest of the worlds population though of him they didn't matter, but she did, Violet mattered more than anything else in his opinion.

'Do it!'

'You know you want to.'

"No!" Tate screamed as he pushed himself off of the floor. He could never, would never hurt Violet. He was pretty sure he was falling in love with that beautiful girl of his and even if she may not be willing to realize it or accept it, he was pretty sure she was falling for him as well, or at least she had been before he fucked everything up, but he would fix it; he would.

'We are only trying to help you.'

"Get out!" His hands were at his head again as he started smacking as hard as he could. "Get out of my head!

Then, as if they had gotten the message, the voices were gone thought Tate knew they would be back; they always came back.

TBC...

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