thank you for those who are still sticking with this, Sarah as always thank you for your continued support, you asked why Tate would follow her upstairs, in my eyes Chelsea is really the only one beside Violet that he trusts implicitly. She truly loves him and would never do anything to hurt him, so he questions nothing that she asks of him.
It's also important in this chpt to remember that Violet came to live in this cottage in Maine to write her second novel, I mentioned in the beginning that her theme was supernatural thrillers, it was her whole reason for going to such an isolated place.
thank you again :)
Lying on the bed in the blue nautical themed room Tate rolled onto his back to stare up at the ceiling that was covered in neon glowing stars as unfamiliar feelings of happiness rush through him.
These waves of serenity were so foreign to him they were hard to trust, almost uncomfortable as if this new found peace at anytime could slip through his fingers like sand leaving him once again empty and alone.
Still he could not deny the emotions that were running high between them, it was better than any drug or drink, love was a high so thrilling that the fall he was certain would mean sure death.
Black admiring eyes flickered to Violet as she searched her closet for the perfect outfit for their special dinner, now unsure of the retro flower child dress she bought earlier that day spooked by the missing photo of the mysterious girl named Chelsea.
He watched her still feeling her warm breath on his skin and for the first time wondered if this is what heaven felt like.
To love and be loved, to feel safe and needed all at the same time, to never want for anything except to be surrounded by her, by his Violet.
Distracted by the intimate moment between them moments before downstairs he didn't even question why Chelsea requested his presence.
It wasn't unusual for her to feel lonely, for her to wander by his side taking comfort in him from time to time, but as his eyes lowered to the dark corner of the room something alarming struck him.
Brushing his blonde hair away from his eyes he saw Chelsea huddled in the shadows, wide innocent eyes that always shone like precious emeralds were dark foreboding, dull, greyish in their color.
The daisy that was always in bloom fell wilted and brown within her loose strawberry braids, her clothes were ill fitting as she pulled at them as if uncomfortable in her skin.
Her expression was full of dread, beyond despair, something was seriously wrong.
Concerned Tate sat up on the bed watching her with troubled curiosity as Violet hummed a happy tune to herself searching through her closet.
Eyeing the new hippie outfit she was going to wear thrown on the chair by the bed Tate put two and two together suspecting that Chelsea had visited her in her dreams the night before.
Glaring at her hunched over arms hanging grimly down by her side Tate became increasingly worried knowing the feelings Chelsea had for him.
He suddenly realized how insensitive he had been.
Pointing towards the door he lifted his chin signaling that he wanted to talk to her, the very last thing he wanted from any of this was to hurt the one girl who held no anger or resentment towards him.
"Violet, I'm going to get a beer, can I get you anything?"
Shaking her blonde locks she gazed over her shoulder catching his inviting dark eyes immediately taken in by his wide charming toothy smile and the dimple that made her heart sink.
"No, I'm good." A devilish grin lifted the side of her pink lips as she made her way over to him placing a soft kiss to the edge of his mouth. "I would however love a repeat performance of our time in the kitchen."
Drifting her hand down to rest on his already growing cock his breath hitched as she laced her other hand into the back of his thick hair pulling it tight angling his ear to her mouth roughly.
"I'm having a serious craving, something I'm afraid that can only be satisfied by having you Tate. I've been dying for a taste."
Clenching his jaw tight imaging her on her knees before him his voice became almost sinister and dark in tone.
"I don't care what you wear just throw something on and meet me downstairs."
Tate loved that she was coming into her own, no longer shy or insecure he knew that it was his love that had washed away her hellish past. Daniel was but a bitter memory now, no longer in control over how she thought of herself or how she deserved to be loved. Actually at the bottom of the ocean Daniel now had little control over anything.
Backing away slowly, seductively Violet skimmed her fingertips down over his pale icy cheek along his sharp jaw until she lifted them away one by one in the air mouthing the words 'I love you'.
All play was gone from her face as an expression of sincerity reached out towards him grabbing his still heart.
It was almost unbelievable to him that he had finally found all that he had be searching for his entire lonely sad life.
What had eluded him for what seemed to be forever was his now, and he would never let her go.
'I love you' he whispered back as she stepped to her right to reveal a very disturbed little girl hidden in the shadows burning a hole of anger through his eyes.
Standing up quickly Tate left the room feeling the cold breeze of Chelsea on his heels.
As they descended the stairs she grabbed his wrist roughly pulling him to the basement door.
A chill ran up his spine causing the hairs to stand up on the back of his neck, she was acting strange, cold distant. He could feel rage radiating off of her, a feeling he had never experienced with her even in her darkest hours.
He reached out to touch her but she always seemed to be just out of reach running down the steps around the cement dingy cobwebbed corners as multiple vengeful eyes followed from the shadows.
"Chelsea, are you alright? Did something happen?"
Her silence was disturbing as she refused to answer him.
Ducking under a cubby hole she pointed her finger out from under her rainbow flowered poncho directing him where to look before disappearing into thin air.
Squinting through blackness he knelt down lifting Violets lap top in his hands as he peered all around him hearing snickering girlish laughter echoing off the concrete dusty walls.
His patience was waning, this was not something Chelsea would do, this game was getting old, all he wanted was to be upstairs having a nice dinner over candle light with his love.
"Open it."
Backing up quickly falling against the wall he peered up to see Karen, tall thin with long wavy blonde hair and big sky blue eyes she stood with a large cable knit dark green sweater wrapped tightly around her body, her hands hidden within deep pockets against long bell bottom jeans.
She was one of his firsts.
Sliding down the wall he gazed up at her as memories flooded his mind back to when he was but a boy.
He remembered her in flashes, crying standing on the edge of the water as black waves overlapped her knees.
She had lost her son to cancer; Tate recalled tugging at her sweater, "My mommy is sick, I need help."
Despondent over her loss Karen's intentions that day were to walk into the ocean so she could be reunited with her boy.
But Tate gazed up at her with those big innocent sad eyes, "Please I'm so scared, please help me."
In Karen's mind making that choice to help him cost her an eternity with her son, she swore that she would never show herself to him again, never give him the satisfaction of her infinite sadness... until now.
"Sweetheart you have to look inside, there's something you have to know, it's time."
A small grin lifted her sad thin lips as she looked down upon him sitting Indian style gazing up at her through a mess of blonde curls, it was almost as if a day had not passed.
Nodding coaxing him on she spoke again as guilt washed over him in dismal waves of regret and pain.
With shaky hands he opened Violet's lap top engulfing his pale skin in luminous light as the words in the open file from her new book stretched across the screen.
The Haunting of Moody Beach
Chapter sixteen
Waves of golden hair falling over eyes as black as night itself he came to her, forbidden, unholy, born of nightmares with a smile that wavered between an angel and the devil himself ... he came to her.
It was love, not the kind of fleeting emotions or frail devotions.
This was a tragic entangled obsession that wrapped around her heart like vines twisting, constricting into knots that would bind her to him forever.
It didn't matter that he was a ghost, that his skin was as cold as ice, or that he possessed a heart that was silent and still.
To her he was the true definition of beauty and in him, with him she had finally found peace and true love and for that she would want for nothing more.
Still... the voices came to her at night telling of horrors so frightening sleep would become be a distant memory.
It was their pictures, their distant eyes that haunted her, the girls, one by one staring into her soul rattling her attention, demanding to be heard.
She knew she had to find the truth that lingered behind the door of the small cottage on that lonely shore.
unable to read further Tate's eyes fluttered shut as he felt his entire world come crashing down around him.
Shoving the lap top away sending it crashing to the ground Tate's eyes filled with tears stunned into a daze until he heard a shrilling deafening scream from upstairs.
Backing away into the darkness Karen picked up the computer as Tate took off running towards Violet's blaring voice.
Barreling up the stairs through the kitchen he spotted Lydia laughing dressed in Chelsea's clothes spinning a red wig around her finger.
"Run Tate Run… you stupid, stupid little boy."
Calling out to her Tate noticed the front door slamming open and shut with the treacherous winds from the storm that threatened with thunder and lightening from above.
Rushing outside he stopped dead in his tracks falling back against the house watching as Violet knelt down drenched waist deep in the angry sea holding Daniel's dead body in her arms.
Snapping her gum behind his ear Lydia basked in the glow of her long over due revenge.
"You never know what the tides will kick up in these Nor'easter storms."