Warning: This chapter contains graphic content. By now you may be used to this, but I think it still deserves a warning.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Tate's POV

I heard every little world Hayden told Lily, and I hated the way that she was messing with her. The minute she was away from Lily I attacked her.

I pinned her against the wall, "Why the fuck did you just say that stuff to Lily?" I made sure that she could see just how angry I was right now.

She smirked and pushed me away from her, "Oh that you're just playing with her? Well I said it because it is true." I slapped her when she said those words and she just laughed.

"In case you haven't noticed, you're fucking dead. What's going on between the two of you isn't real. It's never going to work, so I thought I would help you out." There was a smug smile on her face which only made me slap her again. If she wasn't already dead, I would definitely kill her again.

"Shut the fuck up, she needs me!"

"Why Tate? You can't help her. You're only hurting her more than she's already hurting." Why the hell was I still listening to her?

"You're wrong. I can protect her from her father."

"How Tate? You're fucking dead! How do you plan to protect her?" She screamed before disappearing.

Hayden really didn't think I was protecting Lily at all, but the truth was that I was protecting her from finding out his dark secrets. I know I can't protect her physically from him, but if I can keep her mind off of him, I can protect her from finding out what he is planning to do to her. For some time I have known what her father is planning to do to her, and I knew that Lily would be like me very soon because I can't stop him from doing it.

Lily's POV

I didn't want to know of what Hayden said was true, but I know that I needed to know. While I was sitting on my bed I felt someone sit down next to me, and I knew exactly who it was without looking.

"You have to know that everything Hayden said to you earlier about me is not true. It may have been true at one point but not with you, I truly love you, and I have never felt this way about anyone." Tate said and I looked over at him and studied his every move, and I could tell he wasn't lying.

"Why did Hayden say it?" I asked still be cautious.

"She said it because I used to be like that. With Violet. At first I thought I liked her but I quickly realized that I didn't have any feelings for her. Like I said with you it's completely different. It's like you were made for me." He explained while grabbing my hand. I felt the exact same way about him so I pulled him into a kiss, "I take it you feel the same way?" He mumbled against my lips, and I just nodded pulling him into another kiss.

We spent the night together. I was really happy that fate brought us together. Without Tate I don't think I could live in this house.

The next morning I woke up to see I was alone, Tate was gone. I didn't think too much about it, I was more worried about this terrible feeling I had. I couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen to me, and somehow my father would be involved with it. I didn't want to stick around to find out, so I decided to get out of the house for the day.

I ended up spending my afternoon at the local library reading, and basically doing anything to get the bad feeling to go away. Nothing worked though, I still felt like someone was trying to warn me about what was going to happen. Finally I realized I had to go home, or else my father would come out and look for me and drag me back to the house and I did not want that. I could only hope that Tate would protect me from the danger in that house. Slowly I walked up the walk to the house. I glanced up to see Tate staring at me from the second floor window.

The minute I opened the door my dad called out, "Lily can you please come into the kitchen?" His voice sounded unusually calm, but I knew better than that.

When I walked into the kitchen all hell broke loose. The first thing I took in was my father standing there with a huge kitchen knife in his hand and he was wearing and even bigger grin on his face. He didn't even look like my father anymore, it was as if some evil demon from hell was possessing him.

I stayed standing in the door for a few seconds just trying to figure out whether he was actually going to attack me or not. The look on his face told me he was, but I still couldn't get myself to move. This man was my father after all, so I never thought he would be so fucked up that he would want to kill his only remaining family member.

Then a voice knocked me out of my head and whispered, "Run."

So I did just that and bolted from the room.

There was no doubt he was following me, I really had nowhere to run from him but I still ran. It was futile attempt to outrun my eminent death, I wasn't ready to die just yet. My life had barely begun, I had so many plans and he was just going to throw it all away.

Just as I reached the stairs he pulled me back. I tried to fight my way out of his grip but he wasn't having that at all. He quickly had me in a chokehold, forcing the air out of my lungs. As I was fighting his hold he stabbed me in the stomach but he didn't stop, he kept stabbing me in the stomach and chest. Each time he was getting closer to the most vital organ in my body, my heart. The sickest part is I heard him laughing the whole time he was doing it. Finally he stopped before he actually could stab my heart and let me fall cold to the ground to suffer, and he walked away with the knife dripping my blood all over the floor. The man wanted me to suffer. He knew that stabbing me in the heart would just end all the pain and suffering, he couldn't have that at all.

The only thing I could do was lay there and stare at the ceiling while my vision blurred from the pain. I could feel the blood flowing out of my body. I knew I was dying and there was nothing that could save me. I weakly called out for Tate, if I was dying, he was the person I wanted with me when it happened. Someone grabbed my hand and I saw Tate above me.

"I'm so sorry Lily, I should have protected you more." He whispered with tears in his eyes." He gripped my hand tighter now.

"It hurts." I barely managed to get out.

"I know, but you need to let go. You won't suffer as much if you just let go." He whispered placing a light kiss on my lips. "I will always be here for you. I love you Lily." He said coaxing me to let go.

"I love you too Tate." I whispered with my last stint of energy. I let my eyes close and I felt myself drift away and everything went black.

I opened my eyes again and now I was standing over my body. I looked down at my dead body. The knife wounds were still oozing blood, and my face was losing its color.

Someone grabbed my hand, I knew that it was Tate. I looked down at our intertwined hands, it felt more real than I thought it ever could.

Tate must have known this is what I was feeling, "It's a lot more real now, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I didn't know it could be this way." I said with tears in my eyes.

It doesn't even feel much different from life. The only noticeable difference was that Tate was a lot more real, but everything else was the same. Tate wrapped his arms around me pulling me in for a deep hug. He pulled away only to bring his lips to mine. The second our lips touched it set off a million sparks.

When we pulled away we both said, "Wow."

Tate then smiled, "Violet is right, you're my soul mate." He said.

"You talked to Violet about me?" I asked not really understanding why he would talk to his ex about his current love.

"Yeah, I needed some advice. She told me everything would be okay, since we are soul mates and she is right." He said pulling me into another kiss.

We watched my father drag my body outside and bury it in the backyard, it brought tears to my eyes. He couldn't at least properly bury me.

"Are you alright?" Tate asked grabbing my hand.

"I-I can't believe he actually did it. My own father killed me." I mumbled in complete shock.

He pulled me away from the window and held me in his arms, "That man is not your father, he is a cold blooded killer. That man is more of a monster than I ever was."

"Y-your right. He never loved me or my mother. He didn't even care about Kimmy's death." I realized as he hugged me tight and tried to comfort me.

"Come on, let's go get your mind off of that." He kissed me and pulled me towards my room. I nodded wanting to forget about my murder and the only person who could do that was Tate.