Warning: This chapter gives you a little insight about Lily's past, but doesn't really give you any of the actual details yet. Also there is a bit of alcohol use.

CHAPTER FIVE

It feels like I never leave my room because of them. I already don't eat as much as I used to, and now I hardly eat and I know it's not healthy for me. I was sitting on my bed when Tate came to mind. There is something different about him, something almost inhumane. Even though Tate seemed dark, I felt a pull towards him. It was like he was the only person who truly listens to me.

Usually I never remember the worst night of my life, but for some reason I couldn't get it out of my mind tonight. Besides the day my sister Kimmy died, it was the thing that made me so messed up. I grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels that I kept in my room, and took a huge drink from the bottle. Anything to get that horrible night out of my head.

The alcohol wasn't really working, if anything it was only making me remember it more. Finally everything was starting to numb when I heard Jennifer laughing at something my father had said. I was a bit curious since they were in the hallway. I cracked my door open.

"God baby, I really hate your daughter. She's just like that stupid whore of a wife you had. Who knows how many guys she has slept with like her mother?" At that moment I knew she was lying.

"You're right Jenny, but she's still my daughter." Wow he is actually defending me for once.

"You don't know that." Jennifer said quickly.

My father sighed, "Jenny in a few months everything will be good and we will have the house to ourselves." What is he talking about? Was he going to kick me out? I quietly shut my door and passed out on my bed.

Tate's POV

I finally got Hayden to shut her mouth, so then I decided to check on Lily because I had a feeling something was wrong. I snuck up to her room just before she walked in and hid in her closet, but she wouldn't see me either way because she can only see me when I want her to see me.

She walked in and sat on her bed, and I could tell she was in deep thought. Now I knew she thought of something she didn't want to just by the look on her face. After a few minutes she grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels from her dresser and quickly downed some. The alcohol was only making her more upset. I really wanted to give her a hug and tell her everything would be alright. She got distracted by that bitch's cackle, so she cracked the door to listen to the conversation and she didn't like what she heard. Quietly she shut the door and laid down on her bed, almost instantly she fell asleep.

I watched her for a while, then I walked out of the closet and picked her up placing her on her pillows and putting the blanket on her. Then I laid next to her and pulled her into my arms and she didn't wake up. She looked like an angel while she was sleeping, scratch that she looked like an angel all the time.

Lily's POV

I was expecting to wake up with at least a headache, but surprisingly I felt pretty good. For some reason I slept very well, I sort of felt like someone was keeping me safe. At one point I could have sworn there was someone lying next to me holding me in their arms, but I was probably just imagining that because of the alcohol I drank last night.

After getting dressed I decided to try to eat some breakfast, which Moira was already cooking in the kitchen.

"Good morning Lily, are you hungry?" She asked when I walked into the room.

"Yeah." I answered and she placed a full plate of food in front of me.

"If you need anything you can find me in the study cleaning." She said and I just nodded as she left me alone to eat.

I was surprised at just how hungry I was, I pretty much gobbled down all my food. I decided to help Moira by washing the dished I used. While I was washing I heard someone walk into the room, and I just assumed it was Moira. Drying the plate I turned to talk to whoever it was. It wasn't Moira, no standing there was a woman who looked like she could be from the twenties with her hair up and bits falling down in curls.

"Um, excuse me, who are you? How did you get into my house?" I asked a bit terrified even though she didn't look intimidating.

"Oh darling, I'm Nora." She said looking around in awe and she looked a bit upset. Something was odd about this woman.

"I'm Lily, uh did Moira let you in?" She looked confused and shook her head.

"Heavens no, I live here."

"Nora I don't think you do. You see my family bought this house three months ago. So you can't possibly live here."

She was quiet, "I'm sorry dear. I don't know what I was thinking." She said about to walk out.

"Wait." I stopped her and she stopped and faced me.

"Yes?"

"You said you lived here. What did you mean by that?" I asked her needing to know why she said that.

"Well you see my husband built the house." She stopped, "Honey I must go, he's coming." Then she quickly left.

A second later my father walked through the door, which I though was kind of weird. He glared at me but didn't say anything to me, which I was thankful for. I didn't feel like facing him right now so I decided to go back to my room, but I got distracted by the basement door. I pried the door open and slowly walked down the creaky stairs.

I knew I should be scared by this place but I wasn't. The basement was even worse than I thought, there were jars with what looked like human parts in the, but I somehow stayed calm. I heard footsteps behind me and I nearly screamed when I saw it was Tate.

"Oh my god Tate you scared me." I said to him.

"Wow so this house doesn't scare you, yet I do when I sneak up on you." He asked chuckling, and I nodded giggling.

"How did you get in without being seen?" I asked him really curious.

"Basement door." He pointed to the dirty door.

"Oh, do you always break in here?" This had me very curious as to how he would know I would be down here.

"No, I just had a feeling you would be down here." He defended himself.

"Is that right?" He nodded with a smirk.

"Are you okay?" He now asked me.

"Yeah, don't you worry about me." I assured Tate.

"Sorry, you're just all I think about." He whispered, I guess I wasn't supposed to hear that, so I pretended not to.

"Oh I also come to warn you that my mother is planning to come over, just about now." The doorbell rang at that exact moment, creepy.

"I suggest you stay down here with me. She is a very rude person."

I nodded, "No complaints, I would rather be down here with you anyway." I saw him smile at that.

We sat on the floor talking, and the whole time I was trying to figure Tate out. I really enjoyed being with Tate, he made all my worries disappear.

Tate grabbed my wrist with my freedom tattoo on it, "What does it mean? I know people usually get them to represent something." He asked and he was right.

"Oh I got 'Freedom' for everything I have had to deal with, to symbolize the escape that never happened." I explained sadly.

"Okay good reasoning. Do you have anymore?"

"Yes I have six tattoos. Maybe I'll show them to you one day." I said making him smile.

"Uh Tate, since you live next door. Has a woman named Nora ever lived here?" I asked when I remembered my encounter with Nora.

"Well I only know of one Nora that lived here. She lived here a long time ago when the house was first built, in fact her husband built it. He was a doctor, who ran an underground abortion clinic on the side. They had a baby who was kidnapped and killed by one of the girls' upset boyfriend. No one really knows how Nora died, but she died shortly after the death of her baby. Many say she killed herself, but I don't think that's what happened." Tate explained to me, and I was in awe because Nora claimed her husband built the house. The color drained from my face, what did I encounter upstairs?

"What's wrong Lily?"

"Oh nothing, uh I have to go but I hope to see you soon." I told him.

"Alright be safe." He said walking towards the door, I nodded going up the stairs.

Unfortunately when I passed the kitchen, a woman saw me.

"Oh, this must be your daughter, Lily." She said to my father.

He looked at me with hate, "Yeah that's her."

The woman looked older but she was absolutely beautiful, her blonde hair pulled up in an elegant old southern style and she was wearing a dress that fit her nicely. This must be Tate's mother. She motioned for me to come into the room, so I slowly walked into the room and stopped right in front of her.

"I'm Constance, your neighbor. I visited the week that you first moved in and met your mother. She was a very lovely woman, I'm so sorry for your loss." She spoke with a southern accent. Although she said she was sorry for my mother's death, I knew that she could care less about it.

"Thank you." Now I was just trying to be polite to her.

"I know how hard it is losing someone you love. I've been through it before." At this statement I just nodded and looked to the floor.

"Lily be a good girl and show Mrs. Langdon to the door." Jennifer said, I hadn't even noticed that evil bitch sitting beside my father.

"Sure." I didn't want to cause any scenes today.

Constance followed me out of the room, "I hope you're enjoying it here. My family actually lived here for some time. It's such a beautiful house, isn't it darling?" She asked looking me over.

This woman obviously never encountered the creepy things that I have here, "Yeah it is." She had to have known I was lying at this point.

"Have a good evening." She said walking out. There was something off about her, but I didn't want to think about that at the moment.

Without looking back at the kitchen I went back to my room, I needed to research the house and its owners. So far I know a woman and her husband built the house, and I also know Constance used to live here which probably means Tate lived here as well. I would have to ask him to be sure.