Violets POV
We got home at 8:00pm and I was very tired
"Tate let's go to bed" I whined
"No! It's only 8, you go to bed!" he yelled furiously
"Fine" I say, he's being so cold.
I get in bed and it's so cold an lonely without him.
My wrists start itching
No, no.
Well maybe just once...he won't care
I go to the bathroom and pick up my blades I hid in one of my heels
I make one cut
It makes me feel...in control.
I make a few more but Tate busts in the door.
"Violet dammit! I fucking told you not to do that!" he yells and hits me again.
I hold my face.
"Tate" I whisper
"Dont" he pushes my shoulder.
"I'm sorry Tate. I love you" I whisper through my tears
"I'm sorry Vi, I got mad. It won't happen again." He sighs and wraps his arms around me
I believe him. It was my fault. Not his. I made him.
Later on the night he hit me 6 more times.
I was being so stupid! he should hit me!
I don't know why I slept with my arm around him, I never do that! Gosh I'm so silly.
....
In the morning I wake up to Tate pushing me out of bed and kicking my side.
"What?" I ask him
"You were smothering me all night. Sleep on the couch if you're gonna do that" he spit.
"Oh I'm sorry" I mutter
He was acting like we hated eachother and we didn't love eachother.
He hit me so many times but I can't bear to leave him. I feel loved even when he does hit me
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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...
