CHAPTER SEVEN

"How do you think you did, honey?" mom asked me when I got into the car.

"Good." I had just spent the last two and a half hours in the examination room. The tension was high and the pressure was ready to tear me apart. It was more difficult than I thought, but I was nearly certain that I had at least passed.

"Do you want to go get some ice cream before we go to Dr. Henderson's?"

I shook my head. I wanted to get it over with and I also had quite a few questions for him.

Disheartened, mom drove me to his office where he immediately let me in. He asked me several routine questions about my day and how I was feeling. He also asked if I was doing anything for Hallowe'en. I answered everything accordingly. As we continued to converse, he sounded more and more excited. I wanted to ask him about it, but he quickly thrust a couple bottles of pills into my hands, told me to take how much of each, and ushered me away.

I left frustrated and confused. He hadn't elaborated on my vision and focused mainly on small talk. How was that any help for me?

With a huff of annoyance, I tried to push away my foul mood. Exams are over. Relax. Relax…

When mom and I arrived home, Addie was outside in the garden. She was silently standing there. When mom asked why she was at our house, again, Addie said that she wanted to play with me.

Mom was a bit reluctant, but I waved her off as we made our way to my room. Tate was already there and he was surprised to see his sister behind me.

"Can you put make up on me, Madi?" Addie asked as she plopped down on my office chair, completely nonchalant about his brother being in the room.

I scratched my head. "I can't really see. I might poke your eyes out."

She waved her hand dismissively at me. "I'll just close my eyes."

I shot Tate a wary look, but he only shrugged back at me.

Taking out my small make up bag, I groped around for the eyeliners and lipstick.

"Can I use this, too?" She held out a few products and I held them in my hands to figure out what they were – foundation, blush , and mascara. I've never really used them since mom had given them to me for my birthday a few years ago.

"Sure," I replied. "But I'm not very good with them. I might need to have Tate help me."

She didn't mind, so I started my work. Several times, I did manage to poke her in the eye, but she was very good natured about it. When it came to the blush, I had to ask Tate to help me blend it out. He also helped with the mascara. It was amusing listening to him pout over it.

Once it was done, I rewarded him with a quick peck on the lips when Addie voiced her pleasure.

"I think you have a future in the makeup industry, Mr. Landon." I grinned at him.

He held me close before whispering into my ears. "Just Tate. My father was an asshole."

"Sorry," I murmured and tried to console him with my kisses. It worked well until I remembered that Addie was still in the room. The girl stayed silent the entire time, presumably watching us. It was just a tad eerie.

Tate must've noticed how uncomfortable I was because he urged his sister to go back home.

As she was leaving, I took her hands into mine. "Remember that you are beautiful, Addie. You don't need all that makeup or a mask. All you need to do is believe in yourself."

"I know. I know." I could practically hear her rolling her eyes. "Don't worry, I'm a big girl, now."

I smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow, then?" I had an idea and I hoped that it was going to turn out as planned. "Meet me in the garden at three. I have something for you."

She shrugged and agreed to comply.

When she left, I headed up to my room with a large smile on my face.

"What's got you so happy?" he asked while playing on my laptop.

"Addie's confidence has been rather low, so I thought that I'd buy her a sexy costume, tomorrow. Hopefully your mom isn't going to kill me."

He laughed. "She might rip it off Addie, though. Mom is always jealous. She'd never allow anyone to look prettier than her." He trailed kisses down my neck. "That's why I don't want you alone with her. You don't know what she's capable of."

I relaxed in his arms and pulled his face up for a proper kiss. "I promise."

He ran a finger down the side of my ribs, drawing a small bout of giggles from me. "Stop that."

He only took it as incentive to continue until his hand trailed lower before settling at the hem of my trousers.

"Please," I whispered, bucking my hips.

He needed no more to rip the fabric off me. I moaned as he buried his face into my panties.

"W-wait!" I panted, trying to squirm away. "I have to wash first."

He growled and removed the last piece of clothing to my nether region. "I don't care."

I shrieked and quickly covered my mouth when I felt his tongue flick the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Tate… People are going to hear!"

"You should keep quiet, then." For a second, I saw him shoot me a look from between my legs. I moaned before retrieving a pillow to cover my face. How was I going to stay silent when he was doing something like that.

After a minute, the pillow was lifted off me and I started into two dark orbs that were staring at me with desire. They were eyes that haunted me in my dreams. "T-Tate…"

I didn't have time to say anymore when he pulled my blouse off me and ripped the bra away. His lips were immediately on my right nipple. "Tate!"

He growled again and pressed my panties against my lips. I stared at him with wide eyes, but slowly opened my mouth as the cloth was stuffed inside. I closed my eyes when he slipped a finger between my glistening slit.

"I love you, Madi," he murmured into my ears as he began to hastily take off his pants. I helped him with the shirt and when he was completely naked, he positioned himself at my entrance.

The feel of his cock sliding and hitting my clit nearly sent me over the edge.

I bucked my hips for him to hurry up. He grinned back at me. "Are you sure you want this? I can't stop once I start."

I glared at him and bucked my hips, again.

His grin widened before he took out the gage and pressed his lips against mine. "I love you so much, Madi. So much."

"I love you, too," I gasped when the tip of his member popped in. He felt so good.

"Fuck," he groaned. "You're so tight."

Inch by inch, he sheathed himself into me. I hooked my legs around his waist as he began to move. "Tate…" I moaned. The jolts of pleasure that hit me was overwhelming. "Tate. Tate. Tate!" I was so close. "Please… I – I'm coming!"

He panted and moved his hand to my clit. He rubbed circles around the sensitive bud. In a second, I was undone. He pressed his lips against mine to swallow the scream that would've ruined our night.

As his cock jerked inside me, I shivered at the feeling of the spurts of seed filling me. Instead of pulling out, he lifted out bodies to the side, so that we remained connected.

"Mmm…" I sighed happily. "I love you, Tate. Can we do that, again?"

He laughed. "Yeah… If you'll give me a little break, we can try something new."

I snuggled against him, excited about the rest of the night.

...

"'Morning," Chad greeted me as I walked down the stairs.

Since last night, I had been able to see more. Chad's face was completely clear to me. "Good morning."

He turned to me with a smile on his face and a dark look in his eyes. "I got you presents. The white one is yours and the black one is for your boyfriend."

I took the boxes with uncertainty. "Thank you." What were these for? "Should I open them now?"

He waved a hand at me. "Just the white one."

I put the two boxes down on the table and slid the lid off. Inside was a beautiful white dress and small, feathered wings. "Oh, they're beautiful." I said as I took the dress out of the box.

"Go, try it on."

I scurried to my room with the items in my hand and quickly put everything on.

"Do you need help with the zipper?" Tate lazily asked from the windowsill.

I moved my hair to the side and wiggled my hips at him.

He chuckled. As he touched me, I shivered, thinking about last night. "You look beautiful, Madi," he whispered. His hands were all over me. "But I think you look even better without it."

I twirled around to capture his lips with mine.

"Madi, I'm going to rip it off you if you don't stop," he groaned as I trailed butterfly kisses down the side of his neck.

I sighed in disappointment. "There's a box for you, too. Chad just gave these to me. I should probably go downstairs before he gets any ideas." I walked over to him and pecked his lips one more time. "Come by the front door in fifteen minutes. I'm… going to tell mom about you or she won't let me go out, thinking that I'd be alone. Just don't let Ben see you. I want this day to be perfect."

His eyes darkened. "I'm not going to let anyone take you away from me, Madi."

"And I won't ever leave you, Tate," I promised.

When I went downstairs to show Chad the outfit, he asked if my boyfriend liked the gift. I quickly replied that he hadn't put it on, yet, but right after, I frowned. How did he know that Tate was upstairs?

Before I could ask him, mom came in and complimented on the angel costume. It truly was beautiful. It was very kind of Chad to give it to me.

I turned towards her with a large grin on my face, but it quickly faded when I noticed that I was thrust back into a vision of black and white fog. "Uh… Th-thanks, mom. Chad gave it to me."

"Are you going to go out, tonight? Violet can probably go with you. I don't' think she's doing anything and I really want her to stop moping in her room all the time."

I bit my lips. "Actually, mom… I kind of have plans already with someone." This was it.

"Oh? Who is it? It's not Addie, is it?" mom asked. "She's a nice girl, but I don't think I can trust her to watch out for you."

Right on cue, the doorbell rang and my heart raced. I rushed to the door before mom could get to it. "Mom… promise me you won't kill me."

"Who is it, honey?" She sounded concern.

I opened the door and I could clearly see Tate in an old fashion suit with flowers in his hands.

"Hi, Mrs. Harmon." He didn't sound nervous. Instead, it felt as if he had done this regularly. How was it that he was so composed and I was about to have a panic attack?

Mom didn't sound too impressed as she greeted him back. "You're not going to hurt my Madi, are you?"

"Never, ma'am."

Mom sighed. "Alright, then."

I blinked at her in confusion. Alright? That was it? She wasn't going to slam the door shut and yell at me?

"Just don't tell your dad. I can't guarantee what he's going to do."

I jumped and hugged her. "You're the best, mom!"

She hugged me back. "I just want you to be happy," she told me. "As long as he doesn't hurt my baby, I don't see a reason why you can't hang out with him, but remember… we're going to be moving soon. I don't want you to have any lasting relationships here."

I paled. "Y-yeah. Don't worry. See ya!"

I raced out before she could say anything else. I didn't want to be reminded that there was a possibility that I would never see Tate, again.

...

He watched Madi leave the room before opening the black box that Chad had supposedly given him. Unimpressed, he took out the rubber material.

Nice try.

He smirked and hid the rubber suit back in the basement before going up into the attic to find something appropriate to wear – something to complement Madi.

"Hey, Beau," he greeted his brother who had rolled a red ball towards him. "I can't play, today. I have a date with a hot girl."

Sensing his joy, Beau was bouncing up and down with a large grin on his face.

"I'll tell you about it when I come back," he promised as he found something satisfactory that would match with Madi. It had once belonged to Charles Montgomery, but it'll have to do. He doubted that the fake doctor would care much for it, now.

When he finished getting dressed, he looked at himself in the old full-body mirror that had been covered by a white cloth.

"You look very handsome," a soft voice told him. Pale hands fixed the bowtie that had laid crooked under his chin. "Have fun, my boy."

He big Nora farewell an quickly made his way outside.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, he was nervous. There had never been an occasion where he had to meet his girlfriend's mother. It didn't help when the entire family thought that he was a psychopath.

He glanced at the flowers from the corner of his eyes. Maybe they would make a good impression on the pregnant woman. Her daughter was definitely happy to receive them.

After he rang the doorbell, he waited anxiously. Would Mrs. Harmon recognise her own flowers?

When Madi opened the door, she looked as frazzled as he felt. He thought that he was going to get a long, unpleasant scolding, but the mother was surprisingly calm. If it had been his mother, he'd be locked in the house after a physical beating.

Madi leapt out after the conversation that completely omitted him. He didn't even have time to give the flowers to her before the door closed.

She pecked him on the lips, grabbed the flowers, and threw them back to where he had taken them. "Thank for the flowers, but I really don't want to hold them right now, and I don't want to give mom a chance to lecture me."

He shrugged. He personally didn't care for them either. He just wanted to spend the one day outside that he could with Madi.

With that thought, he took her hand into his. They felt soft and delicate. Everyone was going to know that she was his. His.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

They're going on a date‼ I'm really dragging the Rubber Man reveal a little long, aren't I? I really do like Tate… I wonder if I'll actually be able to give them a happy ending together…

Thank you Demona Evernight, Carrera, and guest (Laurel) for reviewing!

Laurel: It's going to come soon‼! Madi will find out eventually. I just want to make their happiness last while it can!

Demona Evernight: I feel the same way. I do love Madi and Tate together, even after everything he's done. Tate is definitely my favourite character thus far in the series, but I haven't actually watched many seasons. It's a shame that Tate came from such a messed up family. It does feel like he means well most of the time, but it just turns out wrong. His intentions seem to be good, but his way of executing things, not so much…

Carrera: Jonathan… Jonathan… I'm sorry, I'm feeling a little empty headed right now, but I can't seem to grasp who you're referring to. I haven't watched many of the other stories.

Thank you as well to everyone who has favourited and followed this story.

I do have a question for you. Since I've only watched The Murder House and The Asylum, which story should I watch next? Also, which is your favourite out of all the stories?