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-VIOLETS POV-

Ugh, third period, study period. School will be over soon, thank fuck for that. I have plans to go to the beach later with Tate, Im nervous. Like really fucking nervous. I had no idea why.. just today, today seemed different. He was silent for the whole car journey, he didn't even speak in class.. he just kept his head down, he seemed cold.. dark. Something was going on and I planned to get to the bottom of it later.

I reached my locker and pulled out some chemistry books, I'd been skipping a lot of chem lately, I have a fucking mock exam next week and I know nothing, absolutely nothing. I thought I'd spend the study period actually studying, who does that? me, like the loser I am.

'Hey you!' I heard someone call down the corridor. I spun around to see what was going on, there was a guy pointing at me. I thought there was drama going on between other people, I didn't think it involved me. Hey I didn't even know the fucking guy.

'Me?' I whispered, pointing to myself.

'Yeah you' He hissed, now right infront of me. I noticed now he was a jock, probably one of Tate's friends. Great.

'Got a problem?' I asked amusingly.

'Tate's in the principles office, he might be getting expelled you depressing moron' He snapped, his fist slamming down on my locker just above my head. Great, now we have the whole corridor's attention.

'Hes what? Why? and Wow, nice one you numbskull, very original' I scoffed, hugging my chemistry books to my chest as tightly as possible.

'Don't sass me you bitch. If he gets expelled that means we lose the star of our track team, which means we won't be winning many trophies, which means we'll fucking hunt you.' He hissed into my ear, spittle attacking my lobe.

'Eurgh' I groaned, pushing his torso so he would back of a little bit, which he did. But wait, why would I be hunted? how the fuck have I caused this?!

'How is this my fault you asshole' I spat, wiping my neck with the sleeve of my cardigan.

'Fuck knows, but this is a problem Violet fucking Harmon. Sort it, or you're dead' He growled, hitting the locker again before spinning around and walking away.

What a fucking asshole. But fuck him, I need to find Tate.

I quickly put my books back in my newly battered locker and sped through the crowds of people towards the principles office. Once I got there, Tate was just leaving.

'What the fuck Tate?!' I yelled, pushing him back against the wall with my tensed fists.

He didn't even reply. Not a fucking word.

'Speak to me you asshole!' I screamed, hitting his chest again, this time more than once.

I went to hit him again but this time he reacted. He grabbed my wrists and held them up.

'Enough.' He growled, his voice was intimidating, it was enough to shut me the fuck up.

'Tell me whats going on!' I whimpered, my hair falling over my eyes.

'It doesn't concern you.' He shot back, his eyes staring into mine, they were as black as coal.

'It does..' I sobbed, a lump was forming in my throat, this time I couldn't control it. 'It fucking does' I repeated slowly.

'And whys that?' He asked, his grip still formed around both of my wrists.

'Ask your fucking jock friends!' I snapped, my voice regaining its volume.

'Did they hurt you?!' He snapped, his grip suddenly getting tighter.

'No.. But they will. They will if you don't sort your fucking act out! What the fuck is going on Tate?! Just tell me!' I cried, pulling my wrists out of his grip, shit. They hurt, more than I thought they would.

'Ow' I whispered to myself quietly, rubbing at my wrists.

'Fuck Vi, I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you' He whispered, his caring side has finally come out to play.. well fuck that.

'Don't touch me you asshole!' I snapped, stepping back as he took a step closer

'Violet! Don't be like that please! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you I didn't' He sulked, his arm reaching out for my hand.

I slapped it away. 'I said don't touch me. You can't keep doing this to me, its fucking with my head, Tate!' I exclaimed, I had finally cracked.

'You can't just keep showing your interest in me and then fucking me over like nothing happened! You can't do it anymore and I'm goddamn tired of playing around!' I sobbed, my heart was aching.

'Violet please, I'm sorry, I am interested you know I am!' He replied, his voice grew more fearful by the second.

'No. I'm done, I'm done with everything and everyone!' I cried, running down the hall, away from Tate, away from this hellhole.

I had to get home, I had to.

I must have looked so pathetic running through those halls and out of the doors. Especially considering people definitely saw me leave Tate, the star of the track team in tears. Fab, now I'm just another one of those girls who have an unhealthy obsession with the popular guy.

I turned around once, before I left, he was just stood there.. staring at his own feet. Fuck! Why couldn't he get them to move? why couldn't he get them to run after me? I must be delusional, my life isnt a john hughes movie, I'd be damned if it was.. nah. I was too fucked up for that shit.. too far gone.

Home, if I could call it that. I needed to speak to someone before I broke, before I went completely numb. My parents weren't home, no surprise there. They had left a note on the door saying they'd gone out for lunch, which is completely bullshit. Do they think I'm stupid? I know my mom is pregnant, yet they don't have the guts to tell me. This is one messed up family.

'Evan?!' I called, running up the stairs into my room, If anybody could maybe stop me from breaking, it was Evan.. or Tate. But Tate put me here in the first place.

'Evan!?' I repeated, throwing my bag on the floor and clutching at my head.. it was coming soon.

'Vi.. Vi whats wrong?' His warm voice sang and then I felt his embrace.

'Tate' I sobbed into his chest. I loved Evan, I know I hadn't been here for long, but Evan showed himself to me on moving day.. when I was already slicing myself up with Ben's razorblades. I wasn't even scared, I knew this house had personality.. I knew there was something that had attracted me to it.. it was the darkness.. The lost souls in this place made it torturous, it made it beautiful. Evan was only a brother to me, the family I knew I deserved, as narcissistic as that sounds I couldn't give a rats ass.. I needed him, more than ever.

'What, what did he do Violet? Tell me now!' He asked, his demands making me shiver.. it was almost.. too scary.

'I'm tired okay?!' I snapped, pulling away from his embrace. 'I'm fucking tired! Everything is just driving me insane. I feel like I'm losing my mind' I sobbed, collapsing onto the floor, my back finding home against my door.

Evan bent down infront of me, his eyes read every emotion possible.. mostly hurt.

'Do you remember what you told me?' He asked softly

'You're going to have to be more specific' I scoffed, my tongue tasting the salt of my tears for the 100th time today.

'You told me that the Devil is real and that he's not a little red man with horns and a tail and that he can be beautiful..' He started, I interrupted.

'Because he's a fallen angel, and he used to be God's favorite..' I finished, the memory flashing over in my head. We had sat down and spoken about Ben and my mom, and the stupid whore he slept with that drove a wedge right in between our already dysfunctional family.

'Mhm' Evan nodded. 'You also asked me if I'd read the book of revelation, and I said no. Do you remember what you told me after that?' He questioned, his hands still cupped over my knees, his eyes never leaving my own.

'I told you.. I told you that in Heaven, there's this woman in labor howling in pain. And there's a red dragon with seven heads waiting so he can eat her babies. But the Archangel Michael, he hurls the dragon down to earth. From that moment on, the red dragon hates the woman, and declares war on her and all of her children. I told you, that was me.' I answered slowly, nodding as I spoke.. What was his point?

'And what I'm saying is.. maybe that is you Violet.. maybe the red dragon does hate you, maybe he wants you to suffer.. you know how to put an end to his satisfaction' Evan mused, pulling me up in unison to his idea.

Was he.. was he insinuating I kill myself?

'Evan what are you..' I asked, my mind was racing. I'm sure he was supposed to stop me from doing exactly that.. not influence it.

'Vi, I know its fucking crazy but you're constantly suffering! And thats what the red dragon wants. It wants you to suffer.. Tate was placed into your life by the red dragon to cause you pain, you can take all of that away' He sang, taking my hands into his.

'You're... You're right' I mumbled, trying to make sense of what was going on.. but that was the problem. Nothing made sense anymore.. I was too far gone.