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Tate had just finished getting dressed after taking a shower since Violet had left not long before saying she needed to shower and check in with Chad and Patrick so they would know she wasn't dead. She had promised to text him when she was done so he could come over and listen to music since he really didn't want to be home right then, but instead of a text waiting for him after he had gotten dressed and entered his room, he found his mother sitting at the end of his bed, seething silently and he knew a shit storm was coming. He also knew that if tried to fight back, if he made a commotion, his siblings would pay the price and so he would take whatever the bitch who birthed him threw his way, he really had no other options.

"You ungrateful little bastard!" Constance was on her feet as soon as her son entered his bedroom. Her manicured nails tore down his right cheek leaving bloody marks in their wake. "How dare you? How dare you try to make me look like a fool in front of Larry? Did you do it as a way to impress that little slut of yours? Ever since she came around you have been more defiant, more rebellious, and for what? Do you honestly think she is going to stay with someone as weak as you? That little whore will leave as soon as she finds someone better and she will because you are nothing but a sad little boy."

"Don't you talk about her like that!" Her son snapped which earned him a slap that spun his head to the side. Despite the slap he kept on talking because his bitch of a mother had dared to bring Violet in to the conversation and she had no right. She shouldn't even be allowed to think his girlfriends name let alone speak it. "You know nothing about Violet, you know nothing about love, because even though I'm fucked up, you are the true monster."

"I have given up everything for you and your siblings!" She landed another blow to his face sending him to the floor. She then proceeded to dig the heal of her shoe against his chest as a way to keep him from getting back up. "Do you think I asked for this life? I had plans, plans which did not include three children who all end up failures. You were supposed to be this families saving grace, you had such promise, but you wasted it! You would rather be with that little whore next door. You could have done anything you wanted with a face like yours! You are just like your father!"

Tate did his best to shield his face from her blows when she leans down to rain them upon him. Rationally he knew he could take her down if he tried, but a part of him, the little boy that still feared her, was powerless to do anything more than throw his hands up. "Mama no! Stop mama! Stop it please!"

Constance ignored his cries and continued to hit him. She was taking out years of frustration, not all caused by him, on her son because it was the only thing she could do. "Disgraceful filthy little monster! You ruin everything!"

The younger male squeezed his eyes shut and pictured Violet. She was his saving grace and seeing her face even in just his mind, helped him cope. He could hardly feel the blows anymore as they continued to rain down painting his skin purple, blue, and even black in some places. It didn't bother him much, it only made his outside match the inside. Still, he clung on to the image of his girlfriend knowing that as soon as Constance tired herself out he would call her and she would save him, just like she did every single day without knowing it. "Violet."

Hearing the girls name spill from her sons lips made Constance pause for the briefest of moments. "Hoping your little slut will come to your rescue? Ha, what do you think she would think if she saw you now? You are pathetic and what girl, even a little freak like her, would want a creature like you? One of these days she is going to see what you really are and she will and you will only have me until the day you die and if you want those days to be pleasant you had better smarten up boy. If you think for a second this is the worst I can do then you're dumber than I thought. I am sick just looking at you."

She left shortly after that not caring her son was laying in his own blood struggling to breathe. It took Tate a good twenty minutes to stagger to his feet and down the stairs out the front door. It took another five for him to make it to Violets front door where he basically collapsed after knocking. His vision was blurry and blood soaked the right half of his face due to a gash on his right eyebrow caused by one of his mothers rings. He also thought his left cheekbone might be fractured because of how fast it was swelling and the way it poked unnaturally against the skin.

"Tate?" He heard the terror in his girlfriends voice when she opened the door to find him in a heap on the porch. "Tate, stay with me. You need to stay awake! Tate? Chad, Pat, come quick, it's Tate! Please Tate, please stay with me."

He tried to tell her not to worry, that he was fine, yet the words wouldn't come. Blackness had taken over his sight completely and he was pretty sure he was going to pass out at any second, but he was happy the last voice he got to hear before becoming lost to unconsciousness was hers and the last thing he felt were her hands on his face caressing lovingly and with care. As long as he had Violet everything would turn out alright, he knew that with a clarity he'd never had before.

TBC...

AN: Hey guys, sorry this chapter is short, I have just felt so horrible lately. The next chapter though I am excited to write and it may take a bit longer to get out since it is going to be longer. Anyways, despite the length I do hope you liked this chapter a little bit.

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