Sorry for the slow update! I promised I would update this regularly and that is starting to go downhill with longer amounts of time in between each update.

To be honest there are a few reasons why it has taken so long to update...

One- I am beginning to run out of ideas for each chapter (I knew I should have planned the whole story beforehand!) So, if any of you have any ideas which you think would fit in well with the story then feel free to comment on what you think could happen or what you would like to see more of.

Also, please let me know whether you think Tate and Violet's relationship is moving too fast or too slow. Do you think it is about time Violet begins to let Tate back in? I know she is forgiving him slowly, but I have been dragging it out a bit and I'm not sure whether it's time to stop that?

Two-These next couple of months are my final exam periods and I am beginning to realize just how much revision I need to get done in order to get a few of my grades up to scratch. So sadly writing will have to be pushed aside for a while and I'm going to have to let the coursework and revision flow in!

I have a English speaking exam tomorrow which I completely detest and wish there was some way of escaping it, but unfortunately it has to be done, so I'm hoping updating this will take my mind off of it for a while...(Doubt it)

Anyway, sorry once again and I will keep updating just a bit slower.

Have a good week :)

P.s This chapter hasn't been fully edited so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. I shall edit it soon.

Chapter 6~

She was an idiot. That's all she knew.

After that day with Tate, Violet had cursed herself the minute she left the basement. What had she done? What the hell had she been thinking! She wanted to slam her own head into the wall due to her idiocy. She had actually let him kiss her... No, she had kissed him!

Violet still grumbled, angry at her a week later. She refused to go and see Tate again encase she done something stupid the second time around.

Next time she saw him she wanted to be ready and able to resist his tears and the looks of desperation that he wore on his face which tugged painfully on the strings of her heart. This time, she wasn't going to be played a fool.

This morning, Violet's feet clomped around on the floorboards of the attic. She was pacing like she had been doing for the past week now. Every day, when she was deep in thought, she would walk up and down the length of the room. Somehow, it helped clear her mind. It enabled a practical way to relieve stress and get her emotions out; even if all she was doing was stomping around on the floor. The feeling of crashing her feet to the floor in an angry march made her feel remarkably better. It was an amazing feeling and most probably a more effective way of relieving her anger than any pathetic therapy session her father could offer.

The attic had become Violet's home. Her bedroom was a painful place to be. It reminded her too much of memories that she didn't want to recall. Memories of when she had been normal. When she'd been alive.

No one bothered her up here anyway. Now and then, she would hear a faint noise in the corner of the room, but with a quick shout of "go away" whoever had been present vanished, and she would once again be left in peace.

The sun shone through the window of the attic today. The birds were happily chirping in the warm rays and Violet felt in a happier mood than she had all month.

She had grabbed her iPod and speakers from her room and placed them in the corner of the room, and played it aloud so it could boom against the walls. Her playlist played at random all the songs she had on the small electrical device which by now must have contained at least a couple thousand songs.

On this day though, as Violet paced the length of the room, a particular song caught her attention. A song far too familiar to her. The song filled her with a sort of tingling, as if the very sound of the music vibrating out of the speakers had literally frozen her and forced her to remember a particular memory that had been washed in with the beats of the music, and was now, implanted in her mind to be brought up with the song every time she heard it.

Violet remember with a small, quick inhale that this had been the one song she heard her parents listening to one evening in the previous summer when she had stayed up late and sat against the open window to breathe in the warmth of the summer's air.

It wasn't a horrible memory, so she didn't know why it caused her to freeze mid-way through her pacing as the memory take over her body.

Her parents had been in the garden that evening, and Violet hadn't meant to eavesdrop while they spoke. It had just happened and before she could turn around and close the window to seal them with some privacy, she caught the ends of their conversation. They spoke about forgiveness. How they wanted to forgive each other, make amends, and forget their past and try to regain the love they had once had for one another when they had been alive and happy. Their voices were full of emotion. Sorrow lingering within their tones and hints of regret dripping off the ends of their sentences. It struck Violet somewhere deep inside that her parents were so affected. They had never made a conscious effort to show her how broken they were. Obviously she knew the status of how they had drifted apart, but she never realized that since their own deaths in the Murder House they wanted to be a family again.

After a quick shake of her head to dismiss the pang of emotion she felt, Violet had rolled her eyes and snorted in disbelief at her parent's words. Surely, after everything that had happened between them, they weren't going to get back together?

Violet's hands had lingered on the edge of the window unsure on her feelings toward the topic. She knew that she should let her parents discuss without her listening in on them, even if they didn't know she still should have had the decency to not eavesdrop, but somehow she couldn't retreat back into her room and close the window which would cut off the quiet words of her parents discourse. Something kept her clinging onto the side to lean just a bit further so she could hear clearer.

And as the conversation drew on, true to their words, they began to apologize for everything they had done and asked each other for reconciliation which after a small discussion, was granted with open arms.

And that's when they had started dancing.

It had been so sudden it took Violet a minute to realize what was happening. A song had come on, on the radio that was being played quietly in the background. It wasn't a fast nor a slow song, but an equal mixture of both. A nice steady beat that was able to maintain the softness in the lyrics and still keep a certain flare to the song within the tempo. It was happy, cheerful and fitted perfectly in with the moment.

Violet liked the song. It wasn't one she usually leant towards, but this one caught her ear and made her listen more carefully so she could hear the beat.

That night, she had watched as her parents danced together. Her father had lead her mother around the grass in an uneven pace and her mother had let him spin her around as she laughed when he dipped her and then brought her back up to him.

They had looked like an old married couple, one that had been in love for years and were spending an ordinary night dancing with one another. With her mother's laughter drifting up to her open window, Violet couldn't help but smile when her father made funny noises as he spun her around and moved them in a drunken like manner even though he was sober. The sight had even been enough to make Violet laugh out loud herself when they had nearly tripped over one another's feet nearly causing a collision with the ground they both only narrowly missed.

Now, as Violet stood here alone in the attic listening to that same song, she couldn't help but think of those memories and replay that night in her head as the tune floated on.

Violet realized that her frantic pacing had stopped and she had even started to unconsciously sway to the beat of the music as she listened to the lyrics and recalled the evening. A ghost of a smile had made its way to her lips and her feet began to move in time with the music. Stepping forward and back, to the left and then the right.

Her arms lifted on their own accord until they were in the same position she would have created if she was being lead by a partner around the room, the same position her mother had taken while dancing with her father.

Could Tate dance? Was he a good dancer?

The immediate thoughts made Violet stumble slightly and she shook her head to stop herself from thinking about him.

Her feet carried on with the music. She closed her eyes and lifted her arms again. She hummed to herself and smiled as she pretended that her imaginary partner dipped her backwards and then pulled her back up again to hold her close to his body.

Would Tate ever do that? Lead her in a dance and hold her close? Would he dance with her if she asked him too? She knew he would probably do most things she asked of him...

Her feet stumbled again when her thoughts condensed back towards Tate. She had to stop thinking about him before-

Her eyes flew open in alarm when she felt another presence in the room and knew it was too late. She had thought about him too much and now he was here.

Violet spun around, dropping her arms from the pretend man who had been leading her through the dance, and came face to face with Tate.

A small smile was playing on his lips and she knew immediately that he must have seen her imaginary dance session. Her cheeks rose a degree and she stepped away in hopes to make it appear less obvious to why her cheeks were now taking on the colour of a lightly toned rose.

The song was still playing and Tate looked over to the speakers approvingly. "I like it." He said and then looked back up to her and smiled. "It's happy."

Violet realized, due to the sly smirks he held within the smile, that Tate had most definitely seen her dance. Her embarrassment only seemed to flame more brightly, but she didn't dare turn from him to hide her burning cheeks, or cast her eyes away, encase it make her appear inferior and she knew Tate liked being in control. She wasn't going to give him that satisfaction.

He grinned. Tate had most certainly seen her dance. At first he wondered what she was doing as he stood in the corner of the room and assessed her movements from the shadows. Her graceful turning and her delicate footing soon enough gave away what she was doing, especially since she held her arms up as if being held by a man.

Tate knew that his presence was not known to her and the pair of dark eyes that were pinned to her form as she moved, were watching intently as she continued her make believe fantasy, her eyes all the while staying firmly shut.

Violet's arms were an open invitation to him and he had to hold himself back from leaping out of the corner and straight into her arms so he could take the place of the imaginary dance partner. Her dancing was cute and he had smiled as he watched her and listened to her angelic voice humming along with the melody. This was good. This meant she was in a happy mood and it was time for him to make the most of her good disposition and try to spend time with her while she would let him.

Now she had finally felt his presence, he reached out a hand to grab her own which hung limply at her side.

"Would you like to dance?"

Violet looked down at his hand that had grasped her own and then back up to him. His eyes twinkled with hopefulness along with a spark of mischief that glinted deep in his depths causing her eyes to narrow slightly with a wave of anxiety.

Without any answer or objection, Tate pulled Violet slowly towards him knowing that if he done anything too forcefully her walls would come up and she would pull away from him. Even though she was in a happier mood it didn't mean that the defensive and self protective Violet, that he knew all too well, wasn't in there. Tate knew how quickly her moods could change and he didn't want to spark something in her that caused her to block him out again.

Violet stared at Tate when his hand snaked around her waist to pull her gently towards him. He caught the look of uncertainty in her eyes, and frowned down at her. Hesitant and confused.

"What's the matter? You can't tell me you don't want to dance. I saw you just a minute ago and thought you might like an actual partner to dance with rather than an imaginary one," Tate grinned cheekily and then paused as a sheepish look crossed over his features, the boyish mischief disappearing from his eyes. "The only thing is...I have to admit I'm not an expert, so I'm sorry if I disappoint you. I promise to try and not step on your feet." He gave her a dazzlingly smile that left her breathless and then without further notice, began pulling her along with him to the music.

Violet let Tate guide her as if they had done it plenty of times before. His grip was firm, yet not uncomfortable around her upper body, and the hand holding hers in his was strong and secure, not dominating or overpowering. Tate managed to mix enough firmness and power in his hold yet managed to keep a gentle and relaxed attitude while doing so.

And with all of this, Violet didn't know whether she should pull away or actually accept the chance to dance and involve herself more rather than letting Tate drag her along as if she were some puppet. Her feet stumbled awkwardly around the room after his and when Tate realized she was having trouble keeping up, he shortened his steps, keeping them at the same pace but not quite so wide. Her arms were loose and the only strength was in Tate's arms, with her hand beginning to sweat underneath the warmth his body emitted.

Violet didn't know why she wasn't stopping him. It had to be to do with the way his skin felt comfortably warm and secure against her flesh, and the way his body held her close made her cheeks rise to a rosy red. Her eyes cast downwards in a flicker, an act of shyness which she wasn't used to wearing. She was acting like a silly school girl infatuated by a boy! Her mentally scolding demanded her to hold her head high and stare him down.

The song, Violet realized, had just reached the rise of the second chorus, therefore they had plenty more to dance to, and while she struggled to find an excuse to pull away and stop him dancing altogether, the defense of the ending of the song wasn't one she could use.

The twists and turns continued and Violet followed along half-heartedly.

Somewhere during her inner musings Tate had unconsciously slipped his hand down from her upper body to take hold of her waist. The hot imprint of his hand seeped through her clothing, sinking into her skin as if leaving her physically scarred. She nearly flinched away, but retained her actions and gritted her teeth, closing her mouth from protest. As the complaint died on her tongue she realized that he wasn't really doing anything too explicit. It was only a hand on her waist...It wasn't like he had tried anything much cruder like making a grab for her bum.

Tate didn't try anything else. He simply led her around the room in time with the music. He didn't try to dip her or spin, but just let her move with his body close. The feel of her next to him was simply all he wanted.

The smell of Violet's sweet shampoo was filling his senses and he wanted to stick his nose in her strands and inhale her pleasant scent until he was sick of it. Her aroma mixed in with the scent of the shampoo only enhanced the divine aura it gave off. The smell was completely Violet and he loved it.

The music lifted to a dramatic moment of the song and Tate suddenly spun her out before dramatically pulling her back in. Violet's hair flicked around her head and a strand whipped forward to land on the edge of her mouth.

Tate held her rigid against his body and slowly lifted an arm to brush the strand from off of her face and brushing his fingers gently across her cheek leaving her momentarily stunned.

It was a sweet moment. If anyone had walked in on them at that second then they would have assumed that they were a couple. Their dance had been improvised, but was similar to the way a normal couple would have danced. It had been simple yet still flowed with the synchronized movements of each body. Similar to the way her parents had looked dancing to the song...

Violet jerked suddenly, pulling away from the tight hold around her waist. Tate stumbled at the sudden movement and glanced at Violet who was stood frozen like a deer caught in headlights. Eyes open wide, shock written across her features.

"What's the matter?" He enquired gently.

Violet shook her head and stepped backwards. She couldn't tell him that this is what her parents had done. How her parents had asked each other for forgiveness before dancing to this song.

The reason Violet had so suddenly jerked away from Tate's hold was because she didn't want it to look like she had forgiven him. If it appeared that way then sooner or later Tate would interpret a different meaning from the dance they had just shared. He would start to believe she had accepted his wrong doings and moved on, but that wasn't the case. She remembered. And she hadn't forgiven. There was still so much anger pent up inside of her and she couldn't find it in herself to resume the dance with him as if nothing was wrong.

Dancing had been a mistake. Dancing was something a couple done when they were in love. A way they expressed their affection for one another and showed off their relationship by dancing in a duo as if they were one item. Together. And that was something Violet most definitely did not want Tate to interpret from the dance.

"I can't." She whispered as the lasts of the song rang out and echoed on the final note until there was nothing but silence.

Violet retreated as Tate stepped forward, his gaze perplexed and his hands reached out to offer support due to the fear Violet wore across her face.

"Vi, what's wrong?"

"Please leave Tate."

Tate's eyes widened suddenly, the fear she had seen not long ago ripped open through his features once more. His fear of rejection burning in his glassy eyes.

"No-!" His protests were cut off short as his figure began to disappear, his image fading until there was nothing left in his place. The only remains of him to give proof that he actually been there, was the smell of his cologne that lingered admits the air in his absence.

Violet was left standing alone as the next song on the iPod began to play. A love song.

How bloody ironic.

"Please forgive me. I know not what I do. Please forgive me. I can't stop loving you..."