/Ok. First sorry it too so long to update. My comp was in the shop so I couldn't type anything up. I know it is short, but I have been writting in my notebook. I'm actually up to Chapter 15 in my little notebook. I will type up everything soon and hope to have everything all caught up by tonight or tomorrow. . I hope people are still interested in reading this. Ok enough of my nonsense, read and sorry that it is short again. Im typing as fast as I can. -_-/
Tate woke up on the roof of the house, and saw that he was alone. Confused he looked around for Ava, but she was no where to be seen.
"What were you thinking?" Tate heard a woman shout. He would recognize that voice anywhere. It was Constance. She must be yelling at her little "angel". He saw her dragging the bodies of her little monsters victims out late at night and burying them in the backyard. Sometimes she just buried clothes, those people she probably fed to the dogs in her makeshift kennel. Tate sat watching her house. She was still yelling, but lowered her voice so the neighbors would have trouble making out what was said.
A few minutes later the front door of her house flew open, and a guy with familiar blonde curly hair stormed out. Tate watched as the teenager ran his hand through his hair. It was the first time Tate saw the stranger that lived next door. Constance usually kept him locked away from the world.
Tate stood there watching the boy pace back and forth, chewing on his thumb nail. His stomach tightened uncomfortably at just how similar the boy was to him. There stood a living, breathing reminder of why he was no longer with Violet.
The boy looked up on the roof right where Tate stood. Tate quickly turned invisible just in time to avoid being seen by him. Did he know that he was being watched? Tate's heart pounded in his chest as the boy continued to stare at the spot, in which, Tate stood. Tate shuffled his feet nervously, unsure of what to do. The boy couldn't see him, could he?
The teen gave Tate a smile that chilled him to his core just as Constance called him inside. Tate stood frozen as the boy turned and entered the house slamming the door behind him.
Tate suddenly appeared in the basement, and began pacing back and forth quickly. He must have seen him standing on the roof. If he didn't why else would he have smiled? How could he have seen him?
"Well, well, well looks like you found something that managed to freak you out. Guess there really is a first time for everything.", Hayden said as she walked up to Tate. "How about I help you relax.", she said as she stood in front of Tate and ran her hand over his chest. Tate slapped her hand away and gave her a cold look.
"Not now Hayden. I don't have time for your shit.", Tate said as he stepped around Hayden to continue pacing. Hayden grabbed him by the shirt, and pressed her body against his.
"Come on, Tate. It's been so long since you fucked someone. It would feel soo good.", Hayden said seductively as she ran her hand through Tate's golden curls.
"What the hell don't you understand about no?", Tate shouted as he pushed Hayden away. "I don't want anything to with you! I have told you time and time again that I don't want to fuck you!", Tate yelled at Hayden. She looked at him angrily.
"Are you still hung up on your little Violet? You and her are never getting back together. She is never going to sleep with you again. You don't really want to be alone forever, do you?", Hayden said with a smile.
Tate suddenly jumped at Hayden and slammed her into the dirty basement wall. Hayden looked at him shocked as he stared at her with his dark eyes.
"Don't talk about her, and no this has nothing to with her.! Why is it so hard for you to understand that I just don't want anything to do with you. Just because you are miserable doesn't mean that you have to make everyone else unhappy!", Tate shouted at Hayden. He wanted to kill her, to wrap his hands around her neck and cut off her air until her eyes rolled back and she went cold in his hands. Unfortunately she was already dead. Instead he slammed her into the wall again, and again.
"Tate, let her go!", shouted a female voice. Tate turned around and saw Nora standing there staring at them with tears in her eyes.