A/N: Thank you guys for all the support it really means a lot to me (:
This chapter is a bit different from the first one, I dunno I didnt like it as much as the previous one, but either way I hope you like it.
Disclaimer : I do not own American Horror Story or anything related to it, nor do I own the song lyrics.
Forever
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Chapter 2.
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There was a time you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
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It was their fault. Their fault that they had to move. It was his fault. He had to sleep with that whore. He couldn't have been fucking faithful. It wasn't just his fault, it was her fault too. For forgiving him. For not being strong enough to get rid of him. It was their fault. They were making her move across the country to move to a house they had only seen in pictures, for a new ''beginning'' as they would say. Fuck that. She couldn't understand why they couldn't just stay in Boston, where their life was, her life was. She was sick of them trying to play happy family. It wasn't possible for them to be a fucking happy family. Ever since the goddamn miscarriage their ''family'' became even more fucked up than they already were. Family. She wasn't even sure if that word could describe them. A cheat for a father, a psychopath for a mother, and a daughter who was stuck in between this mess. They made her like this. It was their fault. It was always their fault.
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It had taken hours that felt like a lifetime to get to their new house. It wasn't like any house she had seen before. There was something about it. Something in there that she felt drawn to. It scared her, but then again, it couldn't scare her, because she wasn't afraid of anything, she was invincible. It did give her the creeps tho' something about it that practically screamed at her ''Get away, don't look back, never return.'' And that's why she liked this house. That's why she could picture herself in it, because it felt different from all those other typical happy-family-bullshit houses, and hearing about what happened in this house made her even more drawn to it.
''We'll take it.''
It already felt like a home to her.
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She didn't think there could ever be anything better than the feel of a cigarette between her lips, the taste at the back of her throat with every pull she took, the smoke surrounding her, making everything look different, the feeling she got knowing that the more she smoked, the closer she got to death. She loved it. It almost made her forget this whole new school bullshit. Almost. She would have too if it weren't for a certain girl who obviously had some fucking issues.
''What the hell is wrong with you?! People sit here, they eat here!''
She really didn't understand what her fucking problem was, what any of their problems were. She was sick of people telling her what to do. She was sick of everyone treating her like they fucking understood her, like they knew her.
''You don't know me, why are you doing this?''
''Eat it.''
Another day full of fucking bullshit. Lovely. She already knew what she was going to do the minute she got home. She already felt a longing for it. A craving. She couldn't take it anymore; her wrists were itching for it, begging her for it.
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There was something about the way the blade of the razor gleamed in the bathroom light, the way it hypnotized her. The way it dared her to do more damage each time, the way she obeyed it like a little puppet. She loved it. She trusted it. The way the blood rolled down her tiny wrists when she slashed her skin with it. It was beautiful. It was peaceful. She could drown in the wonders of it. It made her smile; it made her forget the world. Just like her cigarettes. They felt like her forbidden toys, and they were, toys against herself, and she loved them deeply.
''You're doing it wrong. If you're trying to kill yourself cut vertically, the cant stitch that up.''
There was a boy standing in the doorway. She didn't like the way he looked at her, but the way he said those words, they made her think wonders. Maybe she should take his advice.
''How'd you get in here?!''
''If you're trying to kill yourself, you might also try locking the door.''
For the first time in her life she felt speechless. For the first time in her life, she didn't want a conversation to end. As strange as that conversation may have been.
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She knew he was coming here today. She wanted to see him again. She stayed up all night thinking about him, about their strange conversation, if you could call it that. She had never felt attracted to a boy before, not like this. As she neared her father's office she heard voices. She heard his voice.
''..I was afraid my big dick wouldn't work.''
''What?''
She could hear his laugh. It was addictive. She wanted to hear it again.
''Yeah, that's why I didn't take the meds. I was afraid my dick wouldn't work.. Because I met someone.''
He was looking straight at her. He was beautiful. He knew she was standing there this whole time. She knew he meant her, she knew it because of the way he looked at her. The way he couldn't take his eyes off her, but neither could she.
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''..this one I did after my dad first left.. I was ten I think..''
They were in her room, talking, sharing stories that no one else could understand. He told her about his scars, the stories behind each one of them. She loved listening to him talk, to his voice. She felt shivers run down her back each time he looked at her. They were nice shivers, not like the ones she had ever gotten before.
''Last week. First day of my new school. Sucks.''
''Westfield right? The worst. I got thrown out of there.'''
She couldn't help but smile. He understood her. He wasn't like her parents, or the people at her new school. He was like her, and she loved it. She loved talking to him, loved knowing how much they shared in common, how alike they were. She had never met someone who she could share these things with, someone who she could talk to.
''Why'd you move here?''
''My dad had an affair. My mum literarily caught him in the act.''
''That's horrible. If you love someone you should never hurt them. Never.''
She felt a smile creep onto her lips once more. He would never hurt her. Never. For the first time since they arrived here she felt a sense of peace. She felt safe around him. She could trust him. They could trust each other. He grabbed a hold of her hand. Gently. She felt the way her hand tingled at his touch. He was touching her scars, looking at her, she wanted to give into him, but for now, for now it was all too much. She knew that even if she could talk to him, even if she could feel comfort, peace and safety around him, she had to be careful, because whether or not they were alike, he was still her father's patient.
''Why are you seeing my dad?''
''Don't ask questions you already know the answer to. You're smarter than that.''
She couldn't help but laugh. He was right, but for once she wanted to ignore it, ignore that she was always right about her answers, and that maybe for once she didn't want to have the right answer. But that could wait. All of it could, because for now she just wanted to enjoy their time together. For now they could both ignore that this new friendship of theirs wasn't normal. She was the suicidal daughter, of his psychiatric. It didn't get any more normal than that.
''Wanna listen to Morrissey? He's cool and he's pissy, and he hates everyone, and everything.'''
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''Stay away from him.''
Those words kept running through her mind that night as she lay on her bed. Why did he want her to stay away from Tate? Was there more to him than she thought? She couldn't sleep, this was driving her insane, she wanted to see Tate, she wanted to ask him why her dad was so fixated on ruining her life, why he wanted her to stay away from the one person she wanted to spend every minute with. This was killing her. This was ridiculous. Why should she listen to him? Why should she do it now? No of course she wasn't going to listen to him. She never did, and she wasn't about to start now. As she closed her eyes Violet smiled. She thought about Tate, about their conversations. She couldn't wait to see him tomorrow.
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Her day wasn't going smoothly. First she caught her asshole of a fucking father doing shit with the old maid, to think she even thought about listening to him, following his orders like a good little daughter. That bastard. Then in school that psychopath Leah attacked her again. She didn't understand what that girls fucking problem was. Either way it was getting a bit old, and way too annoying. She got her again today. Left her with a cut on her forehead, of course it wasn't too bad, she had gotten worse before, but it still annoyed her to no end. At least she got her back. That cigarette burn was pretty bad. She couldn't wait to see Tate, complain to him about her day, and maybe just chill with him, maybe listen to some Nirvana, and talk about the wonders of Kurt Cobain. Yeah, that sounded good. Just thinking about it made her smile. She felt stupid, like one of those annoying girls gushing and obsessing over a guy, Tate was doing wonders to her mind. She could get used to this, to him, to the things he made her feel.
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'' I hate her! I want to kill her! ''
''Then do it. One less high school bitch in the world making the lives of the less fortunate more tolerable is, in my opinion, a public service.''
He was here in her room with her. She was telling him about Leah. About how much she loathed her, about how much she wanted her off her back. Tate understood perfectly, and yeah the thought of killing her was tempting, but also laughable, he had a twisted humour, she loved it. She had to admit that he did have a point; it would be a public service, but its not like they would actually murder someone, they were both twisted, but not twisted enough to kill someone. She couldn't help but stare at him, they both couldn't help it. She had a sudden urge to kiss him, forget about this whole conversation, about her horrible day. She wanted to know what his lips would feel like, how soft they would be, how he would taste. Violet couldn't help but wonder if he wanted it too, but her thoughts where pushed back as Tate spoke again.
''Look, you want her to leave you alone? Stop making your life a living hell? Short of killing her there's only one solution; scare her. Make her afraid of you, that's the only thing bullies react to.''
''How?''
''It's simple.''
Tate's idea was great. It made perfect sense. Lure her to the house, scare her. It sounded easier said than done, but she knew Tate would be able to do it, she trusted him, she knew she could leave it up to him; she just hoped Leah would fall for it.
They lay on her bed that night discussing their plan for tomorrow, and just talking, talking about the most stupid and random things. She fell asleep on his chest listening to the lullaby of Kurt Cobains voice. The next morning when she woke up he was gone, and she couldn't understand why she felt so empty.
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Their plan was running smoothly so far. Leah was falling for every single word she was saying, yet she still didn't seem too convinced that Violet had coke, she seemed very suspicious of her. Violet didn't blame her, if she was in Leah's position now she wouldn't believe her either.
''I found the best hiding place. This is great shit too. A lot of coke coming into the US from Central America is smuggled in on the lobster boats in Gloucester. I used to show my boobs to one of the lobstermen in return for a key or two before they cut it.''
As they kept on walking she could finally see Tate, he looked like the devil sitting on a rocking chair smiling a crooked smile, he looked beautiful, but dangerous. She couldn't help but smile at him.
''So this is the coke whore.''
''Who the hell are you?''
Tate started to look serious. If looks could kill Leah would be lying on the ground by now. Violet had never seen him so serious. She couldn't wait to see what he had in store for Leah; this was going to be fun. She smiled.
''Hit the lights.''
What happened next scared her. The lights started to flicker on and off, on and off, as if someone was standing there playing with the switch. Violet couldn't understand what was going on. She wasn't expecting this. She didn't like this side of Tate he was rocking back and forth in the rocking chair, laughing, but it wasn't the laugh she heard before so many times, the laugh that made her toes curl, this was a different laugh. She didn't like this laugh. What scared her even more was the little monster that kept reappearing every time the lights flickered. She didn't know what that was; it wasn't like anything she had ever seen. It was staring right at her. Before she could comprehend what was going on that thing was on top of Leah. Violet was confused, she was scared, she was scared of that thing whatever it was. All she could hear was his laugh, and Leah's screams, pleas to get that thing off of her. As she started to back away, she tripped and before she could get up that thing was right beside her starting at her with those little yellow teeth, those black beady little eyes. It was reaching for her. For the first time in her life she felt scared.
When Violet finally got to the light switch and turned on the light, that thing was gone, but it left something. Three big cuts on Leah's face, they were deep, very deep. Leah ran screaming and crying. She tried to calm herself down; she wanted to know what happened, what it was that attacked Leah. Tate was sitting on the rocking chair smiling. Violet didn't feel safe with him anymore. She tried to run after Leah, but it was too late Leah was already out the door.
''I don't think she will be bothering you anymore.''
''What was that?!''
'''What are you talking about? She kneed me in the balls and got away. She must have ran into the wall or something.''
Violet couldn't believe what she was hearing. She knew he was lying; he had to have seen it, that thing with its claws, and yellow teeth. She couldn't believe that he was making her sound crazy. She wasn't crazy, she knew what she saw. Leah saw it too. It attacked her; there was no way in hell she could have gotten those claw marks by running into a wall.
''No I saw something!''
''You're talking crazy. Violet, this is cool. We showed that bitch.''
He was lying. She knew he was lying. She knew that he saw it too. Why was he trying to make her sound like some crazy bitch?! She couldn't take this, she didn't want him here, she didn't want to be near him, and she wanted him as far away from her as possible.
''Get out. I never want to see you again.''
He tried to get near her, tried to get a hold of her, but she didn't trust him anymore, she didn't want to trust him anymore. He was crazy; he was the crazy one, not her. She put her hands on his chest and tried to push him away as far from her as possible. She didn't want to be here, not with him, not with that thing.
''I thought you weren't afraid of anything!''
As she stumbled up the stairs and slammed the basement door as hard as she could her knees gave out and she fell onto the wooden floor. Finally letting the tears roll down her cheeks. She could hear him crying behind the closed door. Hear his muffled screams. She hugged her knees to her chest and cried harder.
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To be continued…