TW, SH

CHAPTER TWO:

"stay away from him"

it's been officially two weeks in the so called murder house. esme was wearing a pair of low rise black bell bottom jeans, a black and grey striped turtle-neck sweater that reach just the top of her jeans showing the bottom of her stomach, a tan leather cropped jacket and a pair of oxford platforms.

she walked passed bens office to hear tates voice, "i was afraid my dick wouldn't work." he said with a chuckle. "because i met someone." he said then looking over at esme.

later on the two were sitting in her room on the floor. "this one i did after my dad left. i was ten, i think." he said pointing at one of his scars. "last week, first day at my new school. sucks." she said pointing at her burn mark. "westfield, right? the worst. i got thrown out of there." he said.

"i hate it here. i hate everyone. all their bougie designer bullshit. east coast was much cooler. i mean, at least they had weather. i mean, i grew up here but coming back just makes me remember why i hated it here." she vented, "i love it when the leaves change." tate replied calmly. "yeah, me too." esme replied excitedly to have someone who understood her that wasn't violet.

tate stood up before asking, "why'd you move back here?"

"because my uncle had an affair. vivien literally caught him in the act." she stated wishing it never happened. "that's horrible." tate said looking her directly in the eyes, "if you love someone, you should never hurt them. never." little did she know..

"right? i know. and the worst part is that six months earlier, vivien had went through something really brutal. have you ever seen a baby coffin? i mean i've seen my mom and brother get barried but that was a normal coffin you know? well actually have you seen a child coffin before?" she asked as he wrote taint on her chalkboard.

tate then sat down infront of her grabbing her hand lightly, his fingers barley touching her scars. "i'm sorry." he said softly. her mouth gaped open lost for words she then stood up, "why are you seeing my uncle?" she asked.

"don't ask questions you already know the answer to. you're smarter than that." he responded dryly, she picked up her ipod with a smile. "wanna listen to morrisey? he's cool, and he's pissy, and he hates everyone and everything." she said with a smile sitting on her bed. "got any kurt cobain on that thing?" tate asked her with a smile on his face as well.

"what are you doing in here?" ben asked storming in her room. "just listening to music, ben." she said her heart racing. "you need to leave, tate. you shouldn't be in here. i think you know that. please." he said motioning for tate to leave.

"what's that thing you think i'm afraid of? fear of rejection?" tate said before walking out. ben looked back at esme before inching closer to her, "stay away from him."

"ben, nothing—" she tried but then got cut off, "you heard me!" ben yelled at her.

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esme was wearing a white shirt that had black designs on it, with a pair of low rise dark blue wide legged jeans, and a pair of dr martin boots.

the girls were now at school, esme was meant to meet violet up in the cafeteria and when she went to meet up with her she seen violet pinning the girl leah to a wall. "i'm not scared of you!" she shouted, "you should be!" leah shouted back before they slammed her on the table.

esme ran over trying to pull a girl off of violet but instead she got a fist to her eye, the bottom of her eyebrow was starting to bleed. "fight! fight! fight!" the crowd shouted. esme watched as violet picked a cigarette up off the ground and burnt leah's hand. "oh! she freaking burned me!" she shouted.

and with that both of the girl ran off again.

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the girls walked through the door, "hey girls." vivien greeted them. the girls went to walk off but she stopped them by saying, "whoa. come here."

"what happened to your face?" she said to violet. "and your eye?" viv said looking at esme now. "fell down. and when essie went to help me up i accidentally elbowed her in the eye."

"are you sure? maybe your lying, esme did you get in a fight? i bet violet went to help you and she got hurt. i knew this was a bad idea."

"no mom. stop." violet said with a glare.

vivien sighed. "come here. sit, sit, sit." she motioned for the girls to sit down. "no i got myself. you can help violet." esme said walking away and going up to her room.

(SH TW)

when she got in her room she slammed her door and slid down her door, angry tears in her eyes. why'd she always blame esme? while her anger flowed through her body she took her blade to her wrist cut she did one and went to go for another but tate was climbing through her window already and grabbed it out of her hand. "hey! give that back!" she shouted standing up tears glossed her eyes.

"no. no more." he stated, "what happened?" he asked about her eye. "nothing, okay." she said grabbing a rag out of her dresser, she walked up to a mirror and hissed as she went to wipe the blood off of her eyebrow. "so are you gonna tell me what happened?" tate asked again sitting on her bed.

"the bitch i told you about the other day. well she started some shit with violet." she said turning around leaning against her dresser now facing tate. "well violet finally snapped and then her minions jumped in and i went to get them off of her and one of them socked me in the eye clearly." she said with a snicker. "but i just hate her. i just want to kill her." she said tate stood up walking closer to her just four feet away.

"then do it. one less high school bitch making the lives of the less fortunate more tolerable is, in my opinion, a public service. you want her to leave you and violet alone? stop making your life a living hell? short killing her, there's only one solution, scare her. make her afraid of you. that's the only thing bullies react to." tate stated finally catching her attention.

"how?"

"it's simple. you simply walk up to her and say—"

"here's the deal. i need you to stop harassing violet and i. i got what you want, drugs. come to my house tomorrow for your free sample. i'm a dealer a good one. i got the best shit in town."

"she's a cokehead. i don't have coke."

"you don't need any. it's just an excuse to get her here. after that, she'll leave empty-handed and terrified, and i promise you, you and violet will never be bothered by her again."

"how am i gonna terrify her?"

"that's where i come in."

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"they toss our rooms every week." esme said as leah walked down the stairs violet following behind esme. "if you're screwing with me. both of you." leah said just for violet to reply with a, "it's just a basement." with a chuckle. "we found the best hiding place. this is great shit too." esme said with a smirk. "a lot of coke coming into the U.S. from central america, is smuggled in on lobster boats from gloucester." violet said walking behind esme.

"used to show my boobs to the lobsterman in return for a key or two before they cut it." esme said, "so where is it?" leah spoke up finally, but she looked horrified. "right around the corner." esme said, the two cousins had a death glare on their faces. "to the right." esme instructed. "this place is a dump." leah said in disgust.

"oh, shut up." violet said with venom in her tone. "i want my damn drugs." leah said snappily, "then keep going." esme demanded. she flicked the light on. "so this is the coke whore." tate said narrowed eyes.

"who the hell are you?" leah asked rudely.

"get the lights." tate told esme and she did as told, she flicked the lights off.

the lights then started to flicker, and tates laugh sounded sinister, "what is going on?" leah screamed, "what is going on?" she repeated.

there was a haunting snarling coming from where tate was, "come on, whore! come on!" tate shouted, "coke whore!" he then jumped on her. "get off of me. get off!" leah shouted. "get off!"

esme watched as violet ran off she was confused until she seen it. "get it off me! get it off!" leah screamed, esme started screaming in horror.

"stop!" esme screamed when something pushed her down she watched as leah got attacked by some monster, "stop it, tate, please!" esme begged while she was sobbing out of fear, she had claws coming closer to her face.

"mommy?" the haunting creature said before slashing leah's cheek, finally it was over. esme finally turned the light back on, she was absolutely terrified, leah ran out of the basement screaming, "leah, wait!" esme shouted. she then looked back at tate. "i don't think she'll be bothering you and violet anymore." tate stated.

"what was that?" esme asked her heart racing, "what? she knees me in the balls and got away. she must have run into a wall or something."

"no i saw something!" she shouted, "esme, you're talking crazy. this is cool. we showed that bitch." he said inching closer to her.

"get out. i never want to see you again." she said through clenched teeth, tate walked closer to her but she pushed him back, both of them stumbled backwards slightly, but she ran upstairs, "i thought you weren't afraid of anything!" tate shouted.

she ran up to her room, "ess?" vivien said, "i want to be left alone." she said slamming her door. she locked her door and sat on her floor her hands balled up in her hair. she could barely breathe. "oh my god.." she whispered to herself as the face kept flashing before her eyes.

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