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Violet had been pacing in front of her bedroom door for over and hour now. She had wanted to take Tate to the ER as soon as she had found him on the porch, but her uncle told her this wasn't the first time had shown up bloody and Tate would not want to be taken to the hospital so she settled for letting Pat take care of his wounds since he had EMT training. If it was anything serious she knew he would make the younger male go to the hospital no matter if he wanted to or not. She trusted Pat to do the right thing, but that did not stop her from worrying about her boyfriend. Seeing him like that, weak and broken, it had broken something inside of Violet and all she wanted to do was go next door and beat Constance Langdon to death with her bare hands.
"He's going to be fine, Pat knows what he is doing." Chad was sitting down against the wall watching as she paced back and forth. He felt bad for the girl and wished he could do more than offer her kind words and a cigarette which she took gratefully. "I'm not doctor, but I've seen your boy with worse injuries. I think he probably passed out from pain rather than blood loss."
"Does this happen a lot?" She questioned moving to sit down next to Chad as she took a drag from the smoke he'd given her. "I mean I knew Constance hit him, he's told me as much, but I had no idea it was this bad. I am so mad at him right now and I know it's stupid yet I cannot help it. He should have come to me earlier, if I had known I would have, well I have no idea what I would have fucking done, but I would've done something."
Chad nodded in understanding. "Usually it isn't this bad. When he was younger it happened more often, but as he grew older it happened less and less. Child services have been involved a few times, but that wretched woman has a way of getting out of anything and if they got involved now, it just makes things worse for Tate, Addie, and Beau. Pat and I do what we can, we have Tate and Addie over whenever possible, and he knows if he needs anything he can come to us, but that boy is stubborn and tries to handle things on his own."
"I fucking hate that bitch." The teen girl stated with a shaky breath. "I thought my life was bad, but it's nothing compared to the shit he has to go through. My parents are shit sure, but they never laid a hand on me other than a slap or two when I said something they considered to be back talk. It's no wonder Tate hates this place, I mean fuck, I would have snapped a long time ago. I can't fucking wait until we both graduate and then we can get the fuck out of here. I'll even make sure we take Addie and Beau with us if we have to. I know it will be hard and everything, but it'll be worth it. At this point in time I think living on the street would be better where Tate, Addie, and Beau are concerned, but I know you and Pat would never let that happen and neither would I."
"You really love him don't you?" The gay man smiled slightly. "It's good you found something so special and rare. When I was your age I dreamed of a love like that and then in college I met Pat and my life, which had been a pile of shit before, actually meant something. Things aren't always easy, love never is, but when you find the one person who completes you, never let them go because you'll never be able to find true happiness with anyone else."
Violet never got the chance to say anything due to the fact Pat came out of her room wiping his hands off on a towel that had blood on it, Tate's blood, and the mere sight of it made the teen girl cringe. "He's awake if you want to go see him Violet."
She nodded before pushing herself up off of the floor. "How is he?"
The blonde man let out a deep sigh. "His shoulder was popped out of place, but I got that back in without much of a problem since it isn't the first time it has been dislocated. He needed a few stitches and his ribs are bruises so he is going to be sore, but other than that he is alright. The swelling in his cheek went down some and it's not fractured though I do think it may be cracked and it will be painful for a few weeks while it heals, but he doesn't need to go to the hospital for x-rays since there isn't anything they can do for it that we can't do here. I told him I would make up the spare room for him so he can crash here for a couple of days. Chad, baby, I was wondering if you could handle Constance, you deal with her a lot better than I do and I know I can trust you to convince her it was her idea for Tate to stay here."
"I can do that." He replied getting up slowly. "I'll head over there now. I am going to take over that bottle of American Red to butter her up. I'll check on Addie as well and Beau if I can, make sure they don't need anything."
"I'm going to hop in the shower and then head downtown to pick up some supplies I'll need to take care of Tate's wounds." Patrick stated after Chad had left. "I left some Vicodin on the bed stand if the pain gets to be to much. If you need anything call me on my cell and before you ask, Tate can stay in your room tonight, but please don't do anything physically straining, it's not good for him right now and it's not good for my sanity if I walk in on something like that accidentally."
"Thank you, for everything." Violet smiled and gave him a hug before going to see her boyfriend.
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"Hey," Violet walked in to her room as her gaze fell on her boyfriend who despite having been beaten bloody earlier in the evening, looked much better than he had when she found him soaked in his own blood on the porch. He had a few bandages here and there, but other than that he appeared to be alright considering how much worse it have been. "You scared the shit out of me you know that don't you? I almost had a heart attack."
"Come here." His voice was scratchy, throat raw from his screams earlier. Patting the empty spot next to him he waited until she slid in to bed with him before pressing his ear against her chest where her heart lay beneath her ribcage. "Well your heart sounds strong and steady right now so that is something to be happy about right?"
"It wasn't my health I was worried about Tate." She told him truthfully bringing her right hand up to caress his uninjured cheek. She could feel tears starting to gather in her eyes, but she did her best to keep them at bay for the time being.
"This is nothing Vi." Tate told her when he saw the tears in her eyes. The last thing he wanted was for her to worry about him. He hated seeing her so upset. "Seriously, I have had worse."
The sad part was Violet knew he spoke the truth and it broke her heart because there was nothing she could do about it. "Yeah, that's what scares the shit out of me."
Running his thumb along the seam of her lips, her blond boyfriend smiled the best he could with a split lip. He meant for it to reassure her, but he could tell putting on his brave face only upset her more for some reason he could not understand. "Violet, you had so much going on I didn't want to worry you. I'm fine, I really am so please don't go beating yourself up over this."
She shook her head and let out a half annoyed half angry sigh. "I wish you wouldn't do that."
"Do what?" He asked feeling confused by her words. He couldn't understand why his words upset her so much.
"Pretend nothing is wrong and this isn't a big deal because it is." Violet tried to keep her tone calm though it was a lot harder than she thought since her emotions seemed to be overflowing. Having never really cared for another person the way she cared for Tate, the former Boston native wasn't used to dealing with all these emotions at one time. "You have always been there for me Tate and now you need to let me be here for you. It's okay to lean on me, I won't break."
His blond curls bounced as he shook his head. "It's my job to take care of you."
"No, it is our job to take care of each other." She countered as her gaze softened before she pressed her lips to his as softly as she could so not to cause him any extra pain. "That is how a relationship works Tate so just let me take care of you okay?"
"If that is what you want then I won't complain." He told her before moving so she could curl against his side. He wished there was a way to explain she had been taking care of him from the moment they had met, but no words would ever be enough, but he would explain the best he could. "I love you Violet and tonight when she was taking her anger and frustration out on me, it was thoughts of you that got me through it so you did take care of me in a way you just didn't realize it."
Neither spoke after that and instead they chose to lay together in silence just enjoying each other. Of course they would have to talk later, figure out what they were going to do about Tate's situation at home, but all of that could wait. There would be time for all the other bullshit later because right now the young lovers only need each other the comfort they brought one another.
TBC...
AN: Hey guys, again this chapter is a bit shorter than intended because my family seems to have horrible luck, my uncle passed away yesterday. He had lung cancer and while we knew it was coming it came a lot faster than any of us expected so I may not post for a few days. I do hope you liked this chapter.
Please R&R like always!