TW, slight physical abuse

CHAPTER THREE:

"this is a warning esme"

tate was sitting with ben for a session refusing to talk. "sorry." ben said picking up his phone off the side table, "so, what do shrinks think about, when a wildly brilliant patient doesn't talk to punish said psychiatrist? i bet you think about sex." tate stated with venom flying off of his tongue.

"do you think about sex a lot?" ben asked tate, "i think about one girl in particular." tate said pausing for a second, "your niece. i jerk off thinking about her. a lot." tate said hastily. "i'm not comfortable with you talking about my niece, tate." ben stated sternly. "don't you want to know what i do to her? how i lay her down on the bed, and i caress her soft skin, make her purr like a little kitten? she's a virgin. they get wet so easily." tate said visioning it while explaining his thoughts.

"do you turn to these thoughts to comfort yourself in times of stress?" ben asked trying to stay professional.

"actually, yes. i jerk off a lot to make visions go away. the blood and the carnage. i want the thoughts to go away, and you're not helping me." tate said, "well, we've only been working together a few weeks now." ben replied.

tate snickered, "well, you're sexual, right? esme told me about the affair with the girl in boston: not much older than her, she said." tate said to ben, "our time is up." ben said firmly, "bullshit. i don't accept that."

"our time is up for today, tate."

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esme had gotten up that day extremely distraught, she put on a green long sleeve shirt with buttons on the top, a pair of black low rise mom jeans, and a pair of dark green converse. there was a knock on her door. "come in." she said while putting her earrings in.

(SLIGHT ABUSE TW)

"esme dahlia harmon." ben said her full name she turned around feeling like she was going to get sick. "why the hell would you tell him?" he shouted. "who?" she asked. "who? are you kidding me!" ben said furiously inching closer to her. "who did i tell? what did i tell?" she asked in a shakey voice. he grabbed her by the top of her arm his grip hurting her.

"ow, stop it!" she yelled. "please!" she begged. "this is a warning esme. you hear me? that was not your business to tell. i only keep you around because that's what my brother would've wanted." he said shoving her into the wall she was standing by. as she hit the wall she slowly slid down it sobbing. "shut up with those crocodile tears." ben hissed as he slammed her door.

she couldn't help but scream on the top of her lungs as she held onto her arms. in pain. she definitely bruised.

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later on violet, leah and esme were all at a skate park. leah lit a cigarette, "i thought you hated smoking." violet asked, "i've taken it up. i can't sleep. i'm terrified of everything. what attacked me wasn't human." leah said.

"it was tate." violet said, "no, you didn't see it, but esme saw the other thing too." leah stated through gritted teeth. "he was trying to freak us all three out." esme stated dryly. "what did you tell your parents?" esme asked. leah exhaled the smoke, "don't worry. i told them i got attacked by some chola on melrose who wanted my chanel. couldn't tell them i went to your house to score coke, could i? i had to file a fake police report and everything."

"how deep are the cuts?" violet asked. "deep." leah replied as her lip quivered. "god, and i— i can't stop thinking about that mouth." leah said freaked out still. "it was a mask. he was purposely trying to terrorize you." esme said annoyed.

"that hat doesn't look like you." violet said, "it serves a purpose. "look. my hair is turning white from fear. yeah. i read on the internet that's possible." she said taking her glasses off, "do you believe in the devil?" she asked.

"no." violet stated, "i do. i've looked in his eyes." she said before taking another hit of her cigarette.

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esme was laying on her bed in her room. she was just going through the whole day, wake up, get dressed, get threatened by her uncle and see a girl she and tate had scared half to death. maybe she deserved what ben did, maybe she needed to get thrown into a wall.

a knock on her door took her out of her thoughts, "it's me, violet."

"come in." esme welcomed her. violet came over to her bed lying down next to esme as she opened her book up.

someone else had knocked on the door about twenty minutes later, "what?" violet asked. "can i come in?" vivien asked. violet got up and opened the door. "hi. our kooky neighbor max you girls cupcakes."

"huh, a candied violet. that's clever." violet said before walking back over to esmes bed. "wanna watch a movie? forgives since bens gone tonight, we could have a little girls' night." vivien said sitting the cupcake down.

"yeah. no, thanks." violet replied. "thought it might be fun to hang out." vivien stated. "cant. homework."

"are you mad at me about something?"

violet picked up the cupcake, "why don't you eat since you're eating for two now? what, you think i'm stupid? you stopped drinking wine at dinner, and you're gaining weight in your face." violet stated with a smirk on her face. "i'll be back." esme said getting up. she walked into the bathroom. she sighed her stomach twisting in knots. she had a really bad feeling about this night.

after a little while she had went back to her room but, around twenty minutes later. "violet! esme! answer me!" vivien shouted to the two girls. "how am i supposed to finish my homework if you keep interrupting." violet said as the two girls walked downstairs. "what's the matter?" esme asked.

"where's your phones? or phone?" vivien asked the girls, "in my bag upstairs." violet replied. "go. go get it. dial 911" vivien said. the doorbell then rang, "whose that?" violet asked. "just go into one of your rooms. lock the door. don't come out until i tell you. now!" she demanded. the two girls ran upstairs into violets room locking the door. violet emptied her bag but couldn't find her phone.

but two people grabbed the two girls. "please! stop!" violet screamed.

the three woman were now tied to chairs, three people stood infront of them in masks. "i have money, please take anything." vivien begged. "we're not here to rob you. masks off." one of the woman said all of them pulled their masks off revealing two women and one male.

"the transcript was very clear. the nurses saw r. franklin. he had nothing to hide. twelve minutes."

"the fun begins."

"i have a surprise for you guys." a woman said unwrapping something invisible. "no way." the man said with a chuckle, "i got it on ebay. authenticated. it's the one he used to bash maria."

"let me see it." the man said grabbing the bowl. "holy shit. you can feel the energy in this. this is bitchin'."

"who goes first? which one is gladys." one woman threw a dress at violet. "screw you, psycho. i'm not putting this on." violet said throwing it back. "you have to. everything has to be perfect."

"take your clothes off!" the man exclaimed. "no way!" violet shouted back, "hey! put it on me!" esme shouted. "oh, you all three will be wearing uniforms. r. franklin hated nurses. he had bad experiences with the mercury in a broken thermometer. that's why he took gladys upstairs and drowned her in the tub. and you, grace, he had taken you in bed suffocated you while making sure other things would happen. and you, maria, he saved you for last."

"r. franklin was the first, before manson. he changed the culture. we're paying tribute to him."

"we're not going to be part of your reenactment." vivien said coldly.

"put this on. you won't like it if i have to make you." the lead woman said handing the dress to violet again. violet head butted one of them and esme kicked the other in the knee the two girls ran, esme lost violet as she ran, and when esme ran into the kitchen we got pulled in a closet pantry thing, someone's hand over her mouth as she tried to scream.

they pushed her against the wall. "tate, they're trying to kill me, violet and vivien." esme said holding onto his shirt for dear life. "get them to the basement." he said, "what the hell are you talking about?" she asked her breathing worsening. "the basement. just do it. you got to breath okay, calm down. trust me." tate said laying his hand on her shoulder, she nodded her eyes filled with tears. he pushed himself against a wall while one of the women grabbed her by her hair. they dragged her back in the room with the man.

"oh hi honey." he said undressing her with his eyes. "i'm fifteen you pervert." she said in disgust. "we'll be back down for the girl. we want her to watch how her friend is going to suffer." the lead woman said shoving her into the man.

"alright let's go." the woman said grabbing esme by her hair. esme sighed of relief. as they went upstairs. when they got in the bathroom they made both girls get dressed at the same time.

"what's taking you so long?" the woman asked the girls. "so, are these vintage?" esme asked, "nurses catalog. really? you're eating." she said as the other girl walked in with the cupcake from earlier.

"it was, like, sitting there saying, 'eat me'."

"step on it. times a-wastin' sister."

"tell me what's going on downstairs." violet asked. "you get all the cellphones?"

"yeah, i— i told you. the one in the kitchen and— stomachache."

"answer me. what's he doing to my mother?" violet asked worried. "jesus. i'm gonna shit myself." the girl who was eating the cupcake said, "not in the staging area!" the other woman shouted, "just don't start without me."

violet tried to run, "are you kidding me?" the woman asked sarcastically holding a knife to her chin. "it's ten-fifty-seven. get in the tub." the woman said shoving violet in the tub before yelling for the other one, "bianca, it's almost time! you have to put someone under the water for three minutes until they lose consciousness.  the brain behind to die from oxygen deprivation."

esme started to giggle, "this is funny to you?" she asked looked at her with her eyebrows raised. violet looked at her scared. "what's funny is you think you know everything about this house and clearly you know nothing. this isn't even the right tub." esme said motioning to the tub. "second floor bathroom. i've studied the crime scene photos."

"the one he used is in the basement. we totally remodeled this bathroom."

"you think i'm gonna fall for that?"

"it's a grimy claw foot tub with a chrome faucet. go look."

"bianca!"

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as the woman flicked the light on she made the two girls walk down the stairs. "you better not be messing with me."

"it's down here, around the corner." she instructed. but the light flicked off and the two disappeared. "where are you?" she shouted, "over here, you stupid bitch." tate said the woman followed his voice to see him standing by a tub, "i've already filled it with water for you." he said calmly.

she inched closer to the tub. both violet and esme tan up the stairs looking for vivien. "violet, esme!" vivien shouted quietly pulling both of the girls in for a hug, and the three of them ran out of the house. "somebody help us!" vivien screamed as they ran down the street. "help! somebody help us! call the police! help!"

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"esme, vivien said that you told her that tate helped you help violet escape?" ben asked walking up to his niece. "yeah. thanks for not dragging him into all that." she said with a slight smile on her face. "what was he doing in the house?" ben asked. "how should i know?" she shrugged her shoulders.

"esme."

"you think i let him in? i don't know why tate was here. but i'm glad he was. you weren't. you were really brave, viv." she said before walking off.

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