Ben quickly turned around. Even though Violet couldnt see his face she knew he was pissed.

"Get dressed now...and Tate?" Ben asked.

"Ummm...Yeah doctor Harmon?" Tate couldnt hide the fear in his voice.

"You have five minutes to leave my house or you'll be took away in a bodybag!" Ben spat as he slamed the door shut behind him.

"I thought you said they werent home?" Tate asked as he started to quickly put his clothes on.

"They were! They werent ment to be home till sunday." Violet followed his lead and begun to dress herself. She could see the fear on Tates face.

"Im dead!" Tate said as he begun to pace around her bedroom.

"Its going to be Okay Tate, whats the worst he can do?" Violet whispered trying to calm him down.

"Well I dont know Violet! Maybe stop seening me," Tate said moving out on Violets hands.

"Come on! who needs him? He's shit at his job anyways." Violet said moving her rejected hands to her hips.

" Your wrong, Even though I piss him off must of the time he was actaully begining to help me." Tate was fully clothed now and was making his way to her window.

"Tate dont go," Violet begged grabbing his arm.

"I have to" Tate meet her gase as he pulled away from her for a second time.

He opened her window and turned to see tears falling down Violets face. Tate bit his tears. He knew that this was going to be hard.

"Why are you doing this?" Violet asked getting mad at Tate for being so cold to her now.

"Just leave me alone," Tate snapped not looking her in the eye.

"Please, Tate... I love you!" Violet sobbed out.

"Well I dont love you," Tate snapped taking his leave and slaming her window shut.

Violet body jerked when the window slamed. Violet let out a scream and fell to the floor. "Wake up! Wake up!" she yelled as she rocked back and forth. She thought it was all just a dream and when she opened her eyes. She slowly opened her eyes to see that her 'nightmare' was real.

Violet felt the anger inside her boiling. She hated Tate ' You dont need him, he's just an asshole' she told herself. She stood up and headed to her draws. Then she so them. They were stuffed in one of her socks. She pulled her razors out and felt there sharp edges. In her head she need these more than Tate. She threw her bedroom door open and headed for the bathroom. Once inside she locked the door and headed for the sink. The sting she felt from the skin breaking on her arm was heaven to her. The blood slowly ran down her arm and dripped next to the plug hole. Once she was done adding more 'memories' thats what she called them, to her arm. She fell to the floor and begun to shake. 'I'm just as broken as the skin on my arm' she thought as she sobbed.

Okay I know what your thinking... but trust me, I HAD to do that :(

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