Hayden sat there, unsure on how to react or what to say. She watched Rosie raise a shaking hand up to her cheek and appearing to wipe away a tear that hadn't yet fallen. "So…he…" Just then, the door opened and Tate walked through, yet again his face one of anger and frustration. When he saw Rosie and Hayden sitting there with such mellow faces he felt uncomfortable and automatically knew what they were talking about before he came in. "You're sick," Hayden managed to choke out. Rosie whipped her head round to see who Hayden was speaking to, and when she saw Tate, she got fed up.

"What did you just say about me?" Tate growled. His eyes were getting darker by the second.

"NO, STOP!" Rosie suddenly yelped, jumping to her feet. "Seriously guys, stop. This is ridiculous." She came in between them both. "You have no reason to fight each other. Hayden, you weren't there and Tate-"

"No, you're right, I have no reason to fight him, but Rosie you do. I don't understand how you can live with someone that did the worst to you," Hayden shook her head angrily. She was more upset for Rosie than for herself, as usual. "Even I don't wanna be in the same house as this guy right now."

"Yeah well you should be glad to know I don't really wanna be with you either," Tate scoffed.

"And you expect me to be happy about that? The mass murderer doesn't want me here? Well then there you go, Tate. I'm damn happy!" Hayden spat.

"Tell me, was Dr Harmon good in bed? Or was he saying his wife's name instead?" Hayden lost it and made a beeline straight for Tate, jumping on top of him and smashing him to the ground.

"Tate! STOP!" came a voice. Rosie spun around again and saw where the voice came from. Standing there, was Violet.

"Great, here comes the party," Rosie hummed. Tate managed to shove Hayden off and get up.

"Tate, I need your help," Violet whispered, ignoring Rosie.

"We're a bit busy," Rosie hissed.

"It's important, it's about my mother," Violet tried again. Tate walked over to her calmly which then made both Rosie and Hayden roll their eyes. Violet saw this and was taken aback. "I'm sorry is there a problem here?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"Uh yeah there is, we were a bit busy, I think I just said that," Rosie said, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she took a step closer. Tate was already shaking his head, knowing where this was about to go.

"Leave it Violet," he whispered. "Let's go somewhere else to talk."

"What made you think that your needs come before mine?" Violet asked. Hayden and Tate winced at the words and Rosie clenched her fists into a tight ball.

"Pardon?"

"I mean it's not a big deal! It's Tate choice who he wants to talk to and you have no right to control that! I mean who do you think you are?" Violet's eyes were burning into Rosie's and Tate ran his fingers through his thick curly hair.

"Who do I think I am?" Rosie repeated the question in disbelief. "Okay listen here you ignorant little…"

"No, who do you think YOU are?" Hayden suddenly jumped up and stomped over to where Rosie and Violet were facing each other. "How dare you come down here and say it was up to Tate who he prioritised? How dare you say this was his choice? Do you know what else was his choice?" Hayden grabbed Rosie and turned her around, lifting her hair to reveal the dark dried bloodied bullet wound that was in her neck. Tate went pale and for once, was speechless.

"What is that?" Violet asked slowly. Rosie felt tears spill out of her eyes again as she was reminded of all the circumstances.

"Ask your boyfriend," Hayden snapped, spinning Rosie back around again.

"Tate?" Violet looked scared now. She clutched Tate's arm tightly, and Tate didn't know what to do. "What are they talking about Tate?"

"Tell her Tate," Rosie began to sob, "TELL HER WHAT YOU DID!"

"TELL HER!" Hayden screeched. Tate began to shake his head again and everyone knew he was about to go into denial.

"No, Tate not again, don't lie to me again," Violet mumbled, placing two gentle hands on either side of his face and turning him to directly face her. His eyes couldn't even reach hers.

"I'm not lying…I d-don't," Tate trailed off. Hayden let out a bitter laugh.

"Oh, so you don't remember how you…uhhh…burnt your dad alive-"

"He wasn't my dad," Tate growled. Violet's eyes filled with tears. If Tate was already defending himself, he was clearly guilty.

"You don't remember how you shot innocent people and then shot your own sister, your own flesh and blood?" Hayden continued.

"TWICE!" Rosie shouted.

"It's not even a difficult question Tate, tell Violet who you really are! Tell her who you really are!" Hayden refused to give up.

"SHUT UP!" Tate bellowed. Violet rubbed the tears away from her eyes pointlessly, as that only made more fall. "I did that for your own good!"

"My own good?" Rosie repeated in horror. "I was going places, Tate. I had a future and you just ripped it away from me for no reason whatsoever, and you still haven't apologised!" Tate opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted.

"Tate Langdon, murdering people? That is a rarity!" came another male voice. They all turned around and standing there, was Chad.

"I thought I got rid of you," Tate hissed. Hayden held up her hands in defeat.

"Brilliant, you thought you got rid of him too? Is getting rid of people just in your nature?" she muttered. Chad let out a sad laugh at that point, shaking his head pitifully.

"Violet, that's your name isn't it?" he began slowly.

"Leave her alone!" Tate snapped. "Don't even go there." Suddenly, there was a piercing scream from somewhere downstairs – the scream of Vivien.

"THAT'S MY MOTHER!" Violet cried.

"She's having the babies, yeah," Chad rolled his eyes, waving the situation off.

"I want one of those kids," Hayden muttered. "And I want one now."

"Good luck with that princess, there's a whole queue of people down there waiting to get them," Chad grimaced. "I have my boyfriend there waiting to collect our little ray of sunshine."

"You're not gonna touch them," Violet threatened firmly. "My dad won't let you."

"Why does everyone want the babies?" Rosie questioned Chad. "What's the big deal?"

"Well ya know being gay and dead there's nothing else for us to do," Chad ticked the reasons off with his fingers. "Uh Mrs Montgomery wants one because her baby died by her mad husband, I guess this slut over here wants one cos your daddy, Violet, killed her whilst she was pregnant, with his baby of course…and…well, Mrs Langdon wants one because…well that's her grandbaby, isn't it, Tate?"

The silence was deafening.

A/N: I AM SO SORRY. I'm in my final year of school before university and I had to revise and study and it all got so much but I think I'm back on track now. Thank you for sticking by me.