Violets POV
I wake up in the morning and feel Tate's arm wrapped around me, he's tracing my cuts. I wish he hadn't seen them.
I turn over and kiss him.
"Good morning" he whispers
"Morning boo bear" I laugh
"When did you come up with that?" he chuckles
I shrug.
"I love you" I smile at him
"I love you too" he grins and kisses me
I yawn and stretch
"It's 9:03" he yawns
"Oh, do you have work today?" I ask him
He nods and groans.
I laugh
"What time?" I ask him
"11:00, I better get ready" he sighs
"Hey, you know my parents are taking the kids out of town tonight" I smirk.
He freezes and gulps
"I'll be home as soon as I can" he nods and blushes
I giggle and he gets ready.
I yawn again and go check on Matt and Mike
I scream
Constance is in there and slit both of their throats
"OH MY GOD" I cry and crumple to my knees
"You bitch" I scream and cry
Tate runs in and screams
He tackles his mom and presses a vein in her neck and she passes out.
I dial 911
"Help me, my husbands mother broke in and killed my two sons!" I sob into the phone
"Okay, we are sending help, do either of them have pulses?" he asks
Tate checks and shakes his head
I cry harder
"No" I say, my voice barely a whisper
"Just wait for help" the male voice sorrowfully says and I hang up
Tate rushes to my side and wraps his arms around me
"I'm so sorry" he cries and I cry.
Just when everything was going right, the darkness took away our light
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Murder House Present
Teen FictionTate and Violet are both full of sorrow and longing. Maybe they're not broken just cracked. Either way they need eachother. See what happened after Murder House...
