Chapter 5

Sitting at the table munching on my toast I watched as my mother potted about trying to organise the kitchen. She seemed to be in her own little world talking to herself about where things should go. After finishing my breakfast, and putting my plate away, I headed back to my room. I was bored. Violet wasn't awake yet and my mom was busy. I wanted to see Tate.

I quickly got washed and dressed in some black ripped jeans, boots and a long sleeved black top. Shoving my hair into a messy bobble I skipped downstairs. Wait, he said he lived next door but which house? I didn't want to knock on some randomers house. Aww, fuck. I went outside anyways, sitting down on the steps.

What was I to do now? I surprisingly really missed Tate and that scared me. It had been one day. One blasted day of not seeing him and I already missed him. I sighed deeply, kicking the steps. "What did those steps ever do to you?" A voice said causing me to jump. My head snapped up to see Tate stood a few steps away grinning at me.

"Tate!" I hated myself for sounding so happy but Tate's smiles just widened. He plopped down next to me, opening his arms wide. I happily accepted his hug and we sat hugging for a minute or two. I pulled back asking how his day was yesterday

"Boring. I missed hanging out with you." he admitted causing me to blush.

"I missed you too." I confessed. "I spent the day unpacking everything. I need to unpack all my stuff today." I grimaced at the thought causing the boy next to me to laugh. I quickly shut down his offer to help me.

"Can we hang out later?" he asked unsure.

"Of course but I don't think it's a good idea for my parents to see you. Not just yet. I think it's best they settle first." I replied.

"Don't worry. We can still hang out." he told me confidently. I gave him a questioning look causing him to smirk at me. "Just wait." He then stood, reaching down to pull me up. "Have fun with unpacking." I rolled my eyes walking back to the door. I turned round to say bye but he was already gone. Weird.

I rushed to my room so I could start unpacking. I didn't want to live from boxes and bags anymore. Starting with my clothes I slammed the suitcase on the bed then unzipped it. It was only due to the move did I realise how much clothes I owned. Shrugging I set about sorting them into piles before putting them away neatly.

Whilst doing this my mind started to wander off to a direction I wasn't sure I was happy with - Tate. I didn't know what I felt about that boy. I mean yes, I couldn't deny that he was attractive because he was: incredibly so. However there was something strange about that boy and I couldn't put my finger on it. I didn't want to dwell too much on it because I liked him and he seemed to be a good friend to me. I also was not going to dwell upon how he made my heart beat faster when ever he was around or how he could constantly make me blush. It seemed like that topic would give me a migraine.

Finishing putting my clothes away I turned to two boxes that were filled with books. Ben had already placed a beautiful bookshelf in here to place all my books upon. Shoving the heavy boxes in front of it my mind went wandering again as I set to work. This time it was about the new school me and my sister would have to be attending.

I really wasn't looking forward to it. I was never good with making new friends and was terrible in crowds. I have had more than one panic attack due to large crowds. I was thankful I would have Violet, even if we werent in the same classes.

I was just hoping we wouldn't stand out too much. I would hate for my sister to get bullied or anything. And what was I supposed to do if she got into a fight? I couldn't fight I was too weak. And would I actually step in? I would love to say I would but I wouldn't. Im too much of a wuss. I love my sister dearly but... I'm ashamed to say I don't think I could jump in to save her. That's not saying I wouldn't if I could because if I knew I was strong enough to win I definitely would.

Putting the last book in its right space I ran a hand through my hair. I was a bad sister. Chucking the boxes to the side I grabbed some new ones. These had random stuff in like CD's, DVD'S, more makeup, posters etc. In some other boxes were shoes, coats, my Xbox and games to go with it. My TV was still on the floor along with a DVD player. I also had in boxes my note books, stationary, a couple teddies, perfume, jewellery, a skateboard which I hadn't been on in years, and some other random stuff.

Working now on putting everything in its right place so I could turn this room into mine my mind started wandering... again. This time it was focused on Violet.

I really wanted my sister to make some friends here, maybe even a boyfriend because I wanted her to be happy. She had been so depressed, and closed off, the past couple months that it was really starting to make me worry. She never used to be like this and my perfect father is brushing it off saying she is just going through a phase. Well do you want to know what I think dad? Go fuck yourself!

It took a while but I was finally finished with my room making me sigh in relief. Flopping back onto the bed (I had new covers on them) I shut my eyes in bliss. I was tired and hungry. As though God was listening my mother shouted up the stairs loud enough so we could hear that dinner was ready.

I scuttled off the bed and practically flew downstairs. Sitting next to my sister at the table I stayed silent as I ate. I glanced up for a split second and caught my mom looking at me. I gave her a questioning look. "Nothing, sorry for staring sweetie I know you hate that when you eat but... it's nice to see your appetite is back for a bit."

I gave her a small smile. I knew she was constantly worried when it came to my eating habits which was another reason I sometimes forced myself to eat. She had too much on her plate as it was to worry about this too. And if I had to lie about it I did because I don't like it when my mother worries about me.

There was only a little bit of chatter as we ate and after I followed Vi back to her room so we could hang for a little bit. I was just happy she let me. She put some music on her laptop as we got onto her bed. We started talking about anything that popped into our minds - mostly how school was gunna suck so bad.

I stayed with her for a couple hours, enjoying her company. As I left the room I felt proud of myself getting her to smile twice. Violet didn't smile all that much. Once getting back to my room I decided to change into some sweats and get comfy, completely forgetting I was somehow meant to be seeing Tate at some point. Grabbing a book and jumping on the bed I settled in to read for the rest of the night. Literally two pages in and I heard a tapping on my window. My head snapped up as my book went down.

It was dark outside but I could see a shadow through the window. Inching slowly towards the window I tried to make out the shape. "Will you hurry up!" an impatient, familiar, voice called out to me. What the! I rushed over to the window before yanking it open to reveal Tate. He simply gave me a cheeky grin. He motioned for me to move back so he could get inside. He shut the window behind him.

"What are you doing!" I exclaimed. His face shifted causing me to frown. He seemed uncertain.

"Did you forget?" he asked sadly.

"Forget what?"

"That we agreed to hang out later." He was looking at the floor instead of at me. A wave of guilt flooded me as I realised I did forget. "It's fine," Tate muttered once he caught the look on my face and the guilt doubled seeing the hurt plastered all over his face. "I can just go." I quickly stopped him as he started to walk away.

"I'm sorry Tate," I breathed. "There was just a lot going on today. I was super busy. I didn't mean to forget but please don't go." He just stared at me. It got to the point of being uncomfortable as his gaze was penetrating. It was as though he was searching for something. Whatever it was he got the answer he was looking for as he nodded his head and went straight for my bed.

He patted the spot beside him causing me to roll my eyes. Thanks for offering me a seat on my own bed! I went over anyways and sat down before asking him how his day was. He simply shrugged telling me it was boring and nothing more.

I really wanted to ask more about his home life but didn't know if I should. I slipped under the covers as I started to get cold. Suddenly being around Tate my dream came back full force. Tate frowned at me when he noticed how tense I was. He asked me if I was okay.

"Yeah, just remembering a dream I had that's all." I murmured.

"What was it about?" I didn't know if I should tell him or not I mean, I did dream about him being killed. I eventually decided to.

"You."

"Why would a dream about me make you look uneasy?" he asked. After some hesitation I went forward and explained the dream to him. He didn't interrupt me as I spoke but he looked slightly frustrated and worried, yet I didn't know why. He pulled me into a hug whilst rubbing my back soothingly. "It's okay, it was just a dream. I'm here see?"

I nodded my head, just enjoying the feeling of his arms around me tight. He stayed for a long time until I fell asleep and in that moment I didn't care if he was found. I felt safe and content and that's all I cared about.