Days turned into weeks and talking to Violet became the highlight of Tate's day. If, for some odd reason, she wasn't online to talk to him, he felt lost. Even though she lived clear across the country, she helped him control himself. He wanted to be better for her; he hated the idea of how he was before this light entered his world. He never wanted the darkness to consume him again, like it did at one time.

She was at school right now, so he didn't bother to turn on the laptop, yet, but he had to find Chad and learn what Skype was before she got online. "Uh, Chad..." he called around the house. He hated having to rely on someone to help him, but he had no idea about computers or anything on the internet. "Chad, I-I need your... h-help," he choked out, instantly regretting it.

Chad walked into the foyer from the kitchen with a cup of coffee. "Norman Bates Jr. needs my help? Whatever could I help you with?" he said sarcastically taking a sip of his coffee.

Tate rolled his eyes. "You taught me how to use the laptop and Tumblr, but now Violet... Well, she asked me about this thing called Skynet or Skipper, or something like that. You talk to each other with a moving picture... I kind of told her I knew what she was talking about and that I had one."

Chad laughed. "Well, you lied." Tate's jaw clenched. "Oh, chill lover boy. I'll help you out. But I taught you how to use Google, I should be done with this task..." He signaled Tate to follow him up the stairs to Tate's bedroom, where the laptop was. "And it's Skype, darling." Tate cringed when he called him darling. Chad pulled up the internet and saw all these websites misspelled in the url memory. "Oh, my... Goggle? Utube? Panorama? What crazy sites were you trying to long on to? Myface? Spacebook? Ugh, Tate..." Chad shook his head.

"Shut up," Tate growled, slightly annoyed and slightly embarrassed.

Chad rolled his eyes. "Do you want my help or not? Did someone stick a firepoker up your ass recently?" Chad's eyes darted from the fuming Tate to the laptop. He pulled up Skype and downloaded everything. "What do you want your Skype name to be?" Tate stared blankly at him. Chad sighed. "I'll just make it the same as your Tumblr name... tatecobainsflight... Alright, now you see this little camera?" Chad pointed above the laptop screen. Tate nodded. "That's what you look into and she'll see you. You will see her on your screen."

"How will I see her if I'm looking into that thing?" Tate scratched his head.

Chad closed his eyes. "You don't have to look at it all the time, that's just where you're camera is." Tate nodded. "Now then, tell me about this mystery girl..."

Tate stared at Chad and shrugged. "What do you want to know? Her name is Violet and she lives in Boston. She likes the music I like. She tells me about how these girls at her school give her shit and how her dad cheated on her mom, got his mistress knocked up, and left Violet and her mom. She doesn't like her stepmom. Which I don't blame her since she's a slut..." He sighed. "What else is there?"

Chad was intrigued. "Does she know any of your past?"

"She knows I have a brother and sister, a cocksucker of a mother. My dad left when I was six. I'm 'stuck' in the '90s. And that I live in LA. I don't intend to tell her about you or any of the other things I've done..."

"What about when she comes to see you?" Chad cocked his head to the side. "How will you explain everything then?"

"Comes to see me? Why would she?"

Chad chuckled. "Because she's falling for you. As you are falling for her, but I don't see you visiting her."

"Hardy har har har."

Tate hadn't considered Violet growing feelings for him; he was already feeling a lot of things for her, but that was fine. She was on the other side of the country, far away from his past, away from the danger he presented. What if she did come to see him? How would he explain everything?

"Tate!" His thoughts were interrupted by his mother's shrill voice cackling his name. He cringed. "Tate, darling, where are you?" Stop calling me fucking darling!

He walked down the stairs and stood behind her, in the shadows. She was looking for him. He stepped out from the shadows, slowly. "What?" he growled.

"There you are. I wanted to see my beautiful boy. Does that really deserve such a rude tone?" She shook her head. Her hand reached for the side of his head, but he moved out of its path.

"What do you want?" he repeated the question.

"I just wanted to see my son, Tate, why do you have to be so goddamn difficult?" She pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a long drag. "What have you been up to lately?"

He turned his hands into fists. "Chad has been helping me learn how to use the internet."

Constance scoffed. "You're communicating with that queer?" She rolled her eyes as she took another drag.

"Well, mother, it's not like I'm sleeping with him. He's not contagious."

"It's still disgusting what he does. Man should not lie with man. It's in the bible."

Tate chuckled, evilly. "Man can not sleep with another man, but a mother can have her own son murdered by the asshole she's screwing?" He shook his head. "Do you even hear the words that come out of your mouth? You're such a fucking joke."

Constance's jaw dropped. "Tate Hugo Langdon! You will not speak to me with such a tone."

He smiled and walked away, leaving her shocked in the foyer. He was terrified that he would lose control and kill her, and then he wouldn't be able to stand the afterlife, either.