Chapter 6

VIOLET-

I lay across my bed as I watched Tate look threw my cds, he was making comments here and there on ones and liked and ones he didn't. He finally settled on something and then he sat down on the floor by my bed, leaning against the side of the bed. I rotated on the bed until we were looking at each other.

"I can't believe those fuckers." Tate commented again and I shrugged I could care less what that dumb bitch said, she didn't even know me.

"Whatever, she doesn't know me." Tate nodded but he still looked pissed, I turned until I was lying on my back and looking at the ceiling. I changed the topic and Tate and I were talking about our favorite bands, movies and random other things. I quickly started feeling hot so I pulled the large sweater off that I had worn to school. Underneath was a tight purple tank top, I knew I wasn't going to take the sweater of in school so I just threw on a random shirt. Tate was quite for a moment and I rolled to face him again. His face changed for a moment and I noticed him looking at my wrists. I forgot about it for a moment so I quickly stood up and pulled a little sweater from my closet and threw it on.

"I used to do that to." He said after a moment of awkward silence. I shrugged and sat down on the floor across from him. He pulled up his sleeve and showed me his very faint scars. I leaned forwards and lightly brushed my hand across one. His were very faded and almost gone; he must have done it a very long time ago. Mine at this point were still very fresh and dark and I couldn't wait until they were faded like his.

"Yeah it was a bad moment, I don't do it anymore." I commented and left out the fact that if my parents didn't check me weekly for cuts then I am sure I would still be doing it.

"I am glad." Tate said and I laughed a little, why would he care. He smiled back and he quickly changed the topic to some lame teacher at our school. We hung out for hours just talking about everything and nothing. It was amazing to have someone that didn't judge me on when I did and he used to do it himself. I felt like I could open up to him and I didn't even think about the fact that he a male the whole time we hung out. It was starting to get dark and the room was dim when my mom finally knocked on the door.

"Dinners almost ready, is Tate staying?" Vivien asked as she popped her head into the door that was opened a crack. We both looked up a little startled, we had been in our own world.

"Maybe next time Mrs. Harmon I really have to get home." Tate said and I was just a little disappointed but I didn't say anything. He got up and grabbed his backpack and smiled at me before leaving the room. I waved slightly and got up. I wrapped my arms around my stomach as I suddenly felt alone.

Next afternoon, Violets therapy appointment.

Dad had walked me in again; he eye fucked Hayden before leaving. She seemed smug about it and had a giant grin on her face.

"So how is school going, have you made any friends yet?" Hayden started off, she was looking down at her papers and not at me and I felt a little annoyed. Barely anyone looked me in the eyes anymore when they talked to me; it was like I was nothing to them.

"Schools fine I guess, nothing amazing." I said with a shrug, I was talking to pretend I was trying since I knew if I didn't the bitch wouldn't hesitate to get me sent away.

"I made one friend I think, his name is Tate Langdon." I continued as she didn't say anything, she suddenly looked up sharply but didn't say anything.

"Go on." She said after a moment and I shrugged.

"Not really much else to say, school is school and I am doing all my work and catching up on everything I missed. Tate is cool, we've hung out once and we have the same taste in music I think we have a potential to be friends." I said and she started writing something down on her papers and I looked away feeling awkward. The rest of the session we talked about how I was feeling and I made up stuff and she seemed to eat it up. She walked me out of the room again and of course sitting there waiting for me was my father.

"Hello again , can I have a word?" Hayden asked and I almost exploded, I tried so hard this appointment, what could she possibly have to talk to him again. I turned and glared at her for a moment and she just smiled back smugly. Dad handed me the keys without a word and I stormed off to the car to wait for him. I resisted the urge to scream as I got in and sat down. I did slam the door extra hard and I turned on the car putting the music on as loud as it could go. Dad was gone for over ten minutes this time and when he got back to the car he didn't say anything. He just turned down the radio and started driving.

"Go do your homework." Dad said as we got home and both entered the house. I glared at the back of his head as I stormed up the stairs to my room. I was pissed, I was trying even if it was just a little and no one was giving me any credit. I got into my room and slammed the door behind me before chucking my backpack across the room. It landed on the floor with a loud bang as I stalked over to my radio and turning it on loudly. I started pacing back and forth trying to think about what she could have told my dad. What did I do wrong? I sighed as I slumped and walked over to my bed feeling annoyed. I cocked my head in surprise as I looked at my pillows. Sitting on the middle of them was a piece of notebook paper. I crawled over slowly and picked up the note. On the front was my name and it was folded in half. I opened it slowly and realized it was Tate's hand writing.

Violet-

Hope you're not feeling so down after your appointment today. Call me if you need someone to talk to.

Tate

At the bottom was his number and my heart started beating in my chest. I wondered for a moment how he had gotten in my room but I was sure my mom let him in. I reread the note a few times before picking up my cell phone and adding his number to the contacts. I pulled up a text message and decided to take him up on his offer.

Awful. The bitch hates me, what did I ever do to her.

I sent the text and hoped he would realize it was me since I knew he didn't have my number yet. I only had to wait a moment for a reply.

I am sure she's just jealous of your beauty.

I blushed and felt butterflies in my stomach at his words. I had only known Tate for barely a week but he was making me feeling like I was the coolest prettiest girl in the world. When I talked to him I forgot about everything, all the pain I felt inside and the feeling of that strangers hands on me. I felt like a normal girl having a teenage crush on the boy next door.

Doubt it, she's very pretty. I think she has the hots for my dad. Gross.

I replied but before I could even wait for a response from him my parents were calling me down stairs. I tucked my phone into my pocket and slowly turned off my music before heading down the stairs. Both my parents were sitting at the kitchen table looking at me. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and I wished I could pull it out and look at it, but I couldn't and I sat down across from my parents.

"I don't know what the bitch told you but I tried this time, I really did." I pleaded and my dad glared at me.

"Don't use that langue young lady, and that's not what we brought you down here to talk about." My dad cleared his throat and I glared at him.

"Hayden informed me about Tate; she used to be his therapist once. Now she couldn't tell me too much because of client patient conviviality, but she told me to look him up. So I did and I called the school and I found out he's not a good kid Violet." I just stared at them in shock; this was the last thing I thought they would be talking about.

"Tate threatened to shoot up the school, he had to be in a mental hospital for six months last year and had to have months of therapy. They only let him back to school this year. I don't want you hanging out with him Vi." My mom said and I glared at her too, who we're they to judge him. I was almost forced to go to a mental hospital and I was also currently doing therapy. Who was Hayden to butt into my life like this!

"Are you serious right now?" I said in a deathly calm voice.

"I finally make one friend and now you're saying I can't see him?" My voice is suddenly hysterical and I stand up, my chair falling to the ground with the force of my stand.

"Relax Violet, you're just getting your life back on track we don't want this boy influencing you back into bad habits." My dad said like he was concerned but it sounded fake in my ears.

"Fuck both of you." I said before leaving the room but they both stalk after me, I was almost jogging to the door when my father reached me and roughly grabbed my arm. He spun me around to face him.

"You're hurting me." I said angrily as he looked me in the eyes for the first time in a very long time.

"Go to your room." He said shoving me towards the stairs; I land in a heap on the stairs, the edges feel sharp as I make contact with them.

"Ben what are you doing!" Vivien says behind him, but she doesn't step towards me she just looks at me laying on the stairs. I've had enough of this so I stand up and stomp up the stairs and slam my door as loud as I can. Is this real life did my father really just man handle me like that? Did they really just ban me from seeing the only person that makes me feel okay? I scream at the top of my lungs before landing on my bed in a heap. I curl into a ball and cry until I can't cry anymore. I fall into a deep sleep, and I sleep until my alarm goes off in the morning. It's the longest I've slept since what happened with the Stanger but I don't feel rested. I feel stiff and sore and I slowly stand up and turn off my alarm. I feel a little wobbly as I start stripping off my clothes, and shoes since I apparently fell asleep fully dressed. After changing outfits I grab my bag, with my unfinished homework and I leave the house without even seeing my parents. My back is a bit sore and there was a bruise on my arm where my dad grabbed me last night. I have on jeans and a large sweater again, the outfit becoming my new style apparently.

I stop at the corner Tate usually picks me up at, I don't see him and I am about to just keep walking when he suddenly jumps out from behind a tree and I scream loudly.

"What the hell!" I yell punching his arm; he's laughing and dodging my attempts of abuse. I stop after a moment and he jams his hands into his pockets and looks at me.

"Hope you weren't using me for rides because my cock sucker of a mother took my keys and I can't find them in any of her usually hiding spots." He said like I am going to ditch him because he doesn't have a car, I just shrug.

"Whatever, hey fuck school bring me to that beach you were telling me about." I say just wanting to get away for a bit, after everything that happened last night I need a couple of hours off.

"Okay let's go." He says and I start following him, I don't care what my parents say Tate is going to be my friends and there is nothing they can do about it.

AN: Nothing much to say, sorry about the long wait. Tomorrow will be a year since I started this story, crazy! Let me know if anyone likes this. Trying to plot out the rest of the story. Hopefully the next update won't take six months! Sorry about any mistakes, I am very tired.