Hayden took advantage of the distraction and vanished leaving Tate alone with Nora.
"You mustn't act so rashly, Tate.", Nora said gently as she took a step towards Tate. Tate hung his head. He knew that he shouldn't have handled Hayden so harshly, but she was a real bitch and knew how to get under his skin. Plus, who didn't want to hurt Hayden?
" I know, Nora." Tate said. He still felt a little hatred towards Nora Montgomery. She spent all those years crying for a baby, and when she finally got what she wanted she couldn't handle him. Still Nora was the only one who showed him kindness, well except Hayden but wanting to fuck didn't count. Then there was Violet, and Ava. 'Shit, Ava', Tate thought suddenly remembering that he had not seen her all day. He excused himself from Mrs. Montgomery and left the basement to search for her, hoping that she didn't decide to leave the house and him.
Ava finished up her drawing and looked back at Violet, studying her carefully.
"How did you die?", Ava asked as she wiped the fine powder left behind from the chalk off her hands. Violet was shocked by Ava's directness, but answered anyway.
"killed myself. Took a bottle of sleeping pills and died in the tub. Tate tried to save me, but I took too many.", Violet said as she straightened out the skirt of her dress. "What about you?"
"Tate shot me, right through the heart.", Ava said as she pointed to the space her heart occupied. Violet flinched at the image of Tate shooting Ava. So, she was one of the many people Tate killed during his shooting spree.
"If Tate is the person who killed you, then why would you come here to see him?", Violet asked. If she was Ava she would probably go as far away from Tate as she could. Ava smiled sadly and shrugged.
"Tate was everything when I was alive. We spent everyday together since kindergarden. He was my rock. Tate's...well Tate. He has many sides, not just darkness. He's my best friend.", Ava said flatly. She couldn't find the right words to describe Tate or how he made her feel. Violet chewed the inside of her cheek.
"Why did you wait so long before coming here to see him? If he means that much to you wouldn't you have come sooner?", Violet asked curiously. If Tate and Ava were that close wouldn't she have stayed with him here after she died?
"I didn't know he was here. His son, Michael, just stared at Westfield. Before he showed up I thought Tate was just gone. I spent the last 33 years talking to a rock in the cemetery with his name on it.", Ava said with a laugh. Violet just stared at Ava in shock.
"Michael is going to Westfield? How did you know that Tate...is his dad?", Violet choked out. It was strange to say that Tate was a father. She spent the last 16 years trying to forget about him and what he did. Did Ava know the whole story about what Tate did to her family?
"Well his name was a big clue. He also looks a lot like Tate. About the same height, blond curly hair, same nose. He has blue eyes though." Ava said with a shrug. "Do you know Michael?" Violet frowned.
"Well no, I don't know him. He is my brother.", Violet said as she looked down at her hands as she pulled her sleeves over them. Before Ava could let Violets words sink in the bedroom door gently swung open, revealing a shocked Tate.
/Short I know. For some reason they seem to be just so short. I think they seem longer in my notebook cause my handwritting is kinda big and bubbly. Anyway let me know what you think. Like? Dislike? I love reviews to death and back again...My hand is beginning to cramp up. :/ I will try to type up more though./