"I'm not leaving here till I have my thousand dollars!"

Valerie glanced through the peep hole, finding a particularly angry man shouting at them and then some children. She leaned back, mouthing for Violet to call there father.

Violet informed Ben of the situation before grabbing her sisters upper arm and pulling her further back. She ended the call.

"Keep the door locked, don't call the police." Violet whispered, directly in Valerie's ears.

Valerie nodded.

"Is that your daughters?" The angry man asked in a whisper.

Violet's hand slipped from Valerie's arm and into her hand. Valerie tugged her sister closer, in caution. She wrapped her arms around her. If they go down, they go together.

"We're safe." Valerie whispered, as Violet placed her head against Valerie's collar bone. "We have to be."

A while — a short while — of the sisters standing there, staring, the knocking came to a stop.

Feeling as though they were being stared at, the duo turned their heads finding nothing, but they let it go as they went back upstairs.

Violet picked up her book before muttering about having to get ready.

Valerie laid back on her bed, her feet still touching the floor — mere centimetres from a hand. She ran her hands down her face before being her legs on to her bed, lifting her head to catch sight of herself in the mirror, in order to check she didn't look like a mess, and she didn't.

Upon hearing tapping on her window, Valerie had a small moment of panic. But she quickly recovered, glancing out of her window to see Tate throwing rocks at her window.

Tate gestured for her to come down.

Valerie held up her hand, telling him to wait a second before leaving, shouting to Violet that she was going out.

She first made her way down to the basement.

"Tate?" She called out softly.

The boy appeared the second his name was said, holding something behind his back.

She stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him in order to seek comfort. "It's been such a long day. Cops, some weird angry guy. This is place is fucking insane, and like I think my dad owe someone a grand. How does one even get in that much debt, to guy that half looks like Deadpool like when his face is fucked."

Tate pulled back to look at his distressed girlfriend's face. "Hey, hey, hey. Shit like that does tend to go down on Halloween, it's probably just some asshole, it's fine now." He promised, looking down at her. "I'm here." He promised.

Valerie smiled at him.

Tate stepped back, pulling a black rose from behind his back. "I painted it black." Valerie took the flower, her smile widening. "I know how you don't like normal things."

Valerie couldn't contain the smile as she looked up at Tate. "You're the first boy to ever give me a flower." The duo chuckled. "I love it, thank you."

Valerie placed a kiss to his cheek.

"You missed."

"Haha." She replied, placing a small kiss to his lips.

"You ready to go on our date?"

"Absolutely, let me put this in my room and grab my jacket."

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Parker had taken Violet to her favourite place, namely a small beach of which no one really went to during the colder weathers.

Parker was stood on the fence, feeling free against the wind, giggling as her hair wiped back in the wind. She imagined this is what it was like on the titanic — that minus the tragic deaths.

Violet watched her girlfriend, smiling at her childish antics before picking up her ringing phone.

"Violet, where are you?"

"I'm just hanging with friends."

Parker climbed down from her fence before going to the higher level to stand on it, arms out as she looked up at the dark sky.

"I told you and Valerie not to leave."

"I'm sorry, I should've called you earlier."

"Are you safe?"

"I swear."

"Valerie isn't lying when she said she's at the arcades, right? I don't want her to be drunk in a ditch."

"Valerie is at the arcades, I promise."

"Where are you, and are you having fun?"

"A local beach. Yeah, I'm having fun."

Parker hoped of the rail, making her way down her stairs to join her girlfriend.

"What happened with they guy who was banging on the door?"

"It was just some kids, paranoia, that's all mom. I think they were playing a prank. They went away."

Parker sat next to Violet, a smirk on her lips as her cold fingers moved Violet's hair out of the way of her neck. She placed her lips to her neck, her smirk growing as Violet swallowed back some sort of noise.

"I want you home in an hour."

"Okay, all right, bu-bye." Violet quickly ended the call.

"Who was that?" Parker asked innocently as she pulled away, her face up and close to Violet's.

Violet leaned further forward. "My mom."

"Naw." Parker teased, placing her lips against Violet's in a rougher movement.

Violet's hands found her hair, pulling on it, causing a noise of sorts to leave Parker's lips.

Parker pushed Violet down, straddling her girls waist as her lips traveled from Violet's lips to her chin, to her neck to as far down as she could before fabric got in the way.

"Is this okay?" Parker questioned against Violet's skin.

"Absolutely."

Parker's lips tracked back up the skin, leaving bruises up her neck before finding her girlfriend's lips once more.

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Valerie walked with Tate's hand interlocked with hers. The two hadn't gone to the arcades like Vivien expected, but rather walked around aimlessly, getting candy apples whilst they walked.

The two had no destination, their only plan being avoiding the beach in order to see nothing of what either their sisters could be up to.

"How have you ate yours already?" Valerie questioned, as they took a seat on some old bench.

He showed his apple, revealing the toffee having been bitten of leaving an apple with bits marks. "It's nice."

"I'll swap then, you have mine, I'll have yours."

Tate looked down at his apple, which was only a mere green apple with no candy before looking at hers which was still mostly covered in the toffee.

"Why?"

"I don't like sugary food, they make me feel sick, and this is too much candy."

Tate shrugged, allowing her her to swap apples with him. "But my saliva is better?"

"Your tongue was practically down my throat yesterday, I think I'm fine, Tate." Valerie pointed out, placing a kiss to his lips to make a point.

"Fair point, Miss Valerie."

"Thank you, Mr Tate."

Valerie moved closer to him on the bench, placing her head on his shoulder.

Tate placed a finger under her chin, lifting her head to place a kiss to her lips once more, slightly tougher. She kissed back with the same amount of energy.

Tate was keen to notice, as time went on, Valerie didn't freeze up as often when he kissed her. He liked that. He liked how comfortable she was with him.

Valerie pulled away. "We should probably eat these, and maybe find a better place after." She said, casting she eyes forward as she rested her head on his shoulder once more.

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Fire crackled besides the lovers. The two seemed to only have hands — and tongues — for each other. There was little care for oxygen from Violet and Parker as they merely carried on, kissing and touching like their lives depended on it.

As Parker had promised, she was happily topping her lover.

Violet's hands traveled to Parker's silk black shirt, unbuttoning if and revealing Parker's lace covered chest to the cold. Violet broke away to admire her lover, smiling as Parker slid her silk shirt off and threw it besides them.

"Like what you see." She teased as Violet merely stared.

"I want you."

The kissed and continued on until a wave of realisation hit Parker. A place of escape shouldn't be tainted in sin. But was it really sinful to love someone? That wasn't her main worry, she'd ponder that amongst her late night thoughts. Parker realised they were in the public eye — despite no one currently around.

"I want you, too, but I can't, not here, we're in public, I'm sorry." Parker freaked out.

She hadn't expected herself to freak out, in all honesty she had wanted to have sex with Violet again, but a mere few seconds can change everything.

Violent hummed picking Parker's shirt of the floor and helped Parker into it for where she lid.

"I'm okay making out, I just don't think I can go further."

Violet nodded, placing her lips against Parker's a lot softer to ease he girlfriend back into making out. Leading to Violet sitting down with Parker still straddling her.

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Valerie had gotten back home, sneaking Tate in behind her. She managed to get past her parents with out them noticing the boy and brought him up to her room, where she turned on her music to keep them covered.

Her music of which consisted of ABBA, of whom she was dancing around her room to earlier that day.

It didn't take long for the two to have their lips connected and hands covering each other's bodies — it also hadn't taken long for Valerie's back to hit the mattress.

"I want to." She whispered against his lips, her hands moving from his hair to his waist.

"No." Tate whispered out. Valerie instantly snapped her hand back, and pulled away. "Sorry."

"O-ok." She said, feeling a tad awkward, especially since she was still under him. She turned her head away to make the situation a lot less uncomfortable. It wasn't really helpful when Does Your Mother Know played.

"Valerie, I swear, I want to be with you so badly." He promised.

Valerie looked at him again, hitting her hand against her laptop, shutting it so the music stopped.

"And that's never happened to me with a girl."

Valerie furrowed her brows. "Are you gay?"

"No."

"Sorry." She muttered.

"I just—" Tate pushed himself off Valerie, sitting at the foot of her bed. Valerie straightened her clothes as she came to sit next to him. "Maybe it's the those meds your dad gave me."

"Quiet a lot of medication causes low sex drive, and mental illnesses and stress and underlying medical prob—"

"Ok, Val, I get it." He quickly cut off, not really wanting to know the many possible causes for low sex drive.

"Sorry." She smiled awkwardly at him.

Valerie rested her head on his shoulders and he wrapped his arms around her.

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Parker and Violet laid on the soft sand, staring at the sky with their hands interlocked.

"I hated high school, before I got kicked out, I use to come here to escape. From home, school, general life. If you were ever in search for Parker Langdon, here was the place to find her. Tate use to take me back when mom wouldn't let me out on my own. I think it's why we're so close. It's always been Tate and I against the world." Parker began softly.

Violet moved closer, resting her head on Parker's chest as Parker wrapped her arms around Violet.

"So many famous people are drop outs. High schools pointless. It messed with me, like proper bad, coming to think of it. It was really homophobic when I went, it might of changed but there were these groups of boys who believed they could convert people, god it was terrifying when I realised I was gay. The only person I told was my sister."

"You have a sister?"

"There were five of us."

"Yeah?"

"Only Tate and I went to school though, the other three had disabilities that prevented them, or at least according to mom. They were lucky. High school was pointless, I didn't learn anything, I didn't do most of my learning during my depressive episodes, I rarely went in, my OCD often led to me being late or my depression held me captive in my one bed. School is a small blip of time . . . unless your stuck there."

Violet looked up at Parker as her girlfriend looked down at her. She soon settled back down.

A twig snapped causing the duo to look over, seeing a bunch of teens surround them. Violet and Parker detached as they sat up.

"Nice costumes. What are you, the Dead Breakfast Club?"

"There's more then this small area of beach, guys." Parker pointed out, eyeing the different teenagers.

"Well, well, well, the princess finally came out of hiding." The jock looking one taunted.

"Do I know you?" She questioned, crossing her legs and tilting her head as she stared at the jock.

"Oh no, I think you and I know each other pretty well, Parker Langdon."

"No, I don't think we do." Parker stated, leaning back on her arms. "Can you just leave us alone?"

"You know, your brother should of worn a mask." A gothic girl said, ducking down to the teenagers level.

Parker blinked at him, not knowing what he was on about, her head tilted even more as her brows furrowed. "He doesn't like halloween."

"You have some balls showing up in a place like this." The cheerleader said, joining the goth on their level, however next to Violet.

"Especially with your pretty little face on show."

"Hi, I'm fifteen years old, I'm a child." Parker pointed out, shuffling closer to Violet as she tried to create distance between her and the jock.

"I really am surprised you came out."

Parker maintained eye contact with the goth that seemed pretty intense and in her face. "I'm out and about on Halloween, I'm not usually, get to it. I don't have the whole of eternity."

"This years different, isn't it? Cause you've got a date."

Parker leaned closer to the goth, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Aww, is this jealousy? Has he not chose you yet, darling?" She asked, mocking sympathy for the girl she had never met.

Parker stood up as the goth did.

"Damn, I never pegged you as the dyke kind, it's hot, really."

Parker quickly turned in his direction, anger flaring. "Come any closer to my girl and I'll castrate you." She warned, stepping closer to him to force him back from Violet.

"Oh, don't worry, baby, we want you not you little girlfriend." He promised in a sickly voice.

"How about we drown her."

"No, we shoot her right between her eyes."

Parker looked down at her girlfriend, offering her hand out to help her up. Violet took her hand and Parker pulled herself away from the Dead Breakfast Club.

"Please, go home." She whispered.

"What? No."

"Violet, go home."

"I'm not leaving you."

"They're not gonna kill me, just go home, for your safety." Parker said, rubbing Violet's arm.

"Fine." She finally agreed.

Violet left and the dead watched.

"Why does she get a girlfriend? I don't have one. Do you, Kyle?"

"No, no, I haven't had sex in a very long time. I guess you'll do, you know, that sorta shit hurts your brother."

Parker took an extra step back. "I don't know you, I don't know what he did to you, but I wasn't involved in whatever it was." She said, keeping her voice slow and steady to try and get her point across.

"You're an ally."

"I don't know what you're on about!" Parker groaned, throwing her head back in irritation.

"You know what he did."

Parker let out a slow breath before looking directly at the jock. "How fast can you run, breakfast club?"

She didn't give them time to answer as she just ran allowing freedom and adrenaline to fill her veins. She missed this feeling. Tense situations and easy get offs.

≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫

Parker made her way back in via the basement door, locking it — then unlocking it, and locking it and repeating until it felt right.

She soon snuck her way up to Valerie's room, finding Tate, Valerie and Violet

"I lost them." She panted out, leaning on her girlfriend's sister's wall for support.

"Who were they?" Tate questions.

Parker weakly shrugged, having little it no energy to care about it as she tried to catch her breath. "The Breakfast Club gone wrong, I think."

"They totally knew you, Parker."

"They're just some pricks, Tate must of knew them or something, popular bitches, the worlds full of them." Parker muttered out, sliding down the wall. "They were easily older then me."

Top tip, don't wear black denim shorts when running from a group of teens that are after you for no reason.

"But Vi said they had this murderous look on their face." Valerie said, coming down to Parker's level.

Parker flinched away at first, expecting Valerie to hurt her. She muttered out a sorry, before placing her head in her hands.

"What happened?" Violet asked, sitting next to the girl.

"I just ran. You'd think the ex-cheerleader, girl who did track and football and soccer and what not, would manage running." Parker chuckled.

"You did sports?"

"On the few and far days I went in."

Valerie got away from Parker, coming to sit with her own boyfriend on the foot of her bed. Tate wrapped his arms around her.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Violet asked.

Parker looked at Violet, grinning wildly. "I'm fine and it's fine and—" she lifted her shattered watch up to check the time, "—they're here."

Hayley's barking confirmed the ideas of Parker as Violet made her way to the window to look.

The remaining fifteen year old stood up, leaning on the wall for support as Valerie pushed herself off the bed, ruffling her boyfriends hair before grabbing the baseball bat from beside her bed. She spun it in her hands. "I'll go, man of the house and all."

Violet looked back at her older sister, shaking her head in amusement. "Oh, shut it, Val. I'm coming with." Violet grabbed a pair of scissors and the two left.

Parker looked at her brother as he looked out the window. She came to stand next to him. "Do you know them?" She questioned.

"No."

≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫

Valerie and Violet made their way outside to find the renowned Dead Breakfast Club. They stopped in front of them.

"Oh, great, she sends her little girlfriend out. Is this your partner in crime."

"I'm her fucking sister." Valerie snapped. "The original, if you will."

Violet nudged her sister to shut up. Valerie held her hands up in a mock off surrender before swinging the bat around in her hands.

"Oh, she heads a pair of scissors. You gonna make us some paper dolls?" The gothic girl teased Violet.

Violet stepped forward with scissors, holding the sharp end towards the goth. "This is private property, I have every right to call the cops."

"Go ahead, call them. You'll probably need them."

"Screw that. She deserves whatever happens to her."

Valerie stood next to Violet, a brow raised. "Don't threaten my sister." She warned, shoving one of her hands in her cardigan pocket.

"They're like those lonely, fat chicks that marry guys in Death Row. You're both deeply, deeply disturbed."

"Right. And you're not? I mean you did corner too fifteen year olds, it's a bit dodgy, then continued to chase one of them. But yes, we're the fuck up ones." Valerie pulled her hand out of her pocket and threw her arm over Violet, staring down the goth.

"You guys to take you disgusting made-up faces, and go home."

"Now." Valerie added, waving her bat between the teenagers.

"Home? Where's that?" The cheerleader asked, getting off the car and coming to stand by the sisters. Valerie placed the end of her bag on her chest and pushed her back. "I'm an only child. After what happened, my parents split up, sold the house, moved away. No forwarding address. So I don't have a home."

"Get a job, get a new house. You're issues aren't dependent on Parker or my sister or me or whoever else. So, you'll find the exit, right there."

"We can't really fix that for you." Violet added as the cheerleader moved passed them and sat on the stairs.

"Can you give this? Can you give me back my scholarship to Georgia Tech? I'm supposed to be staying quarterback freshman year."

"Listen, buddy, you loosing your scholarship sounds like a you issue. Maybe if you didn't chase minors around, you'd still have it. I here pedophilia is bad for ones reputation, and I'll fucking report you if you come closer, love."

"See! They didn't care, she's in love as she's fascinated." The cheerleader said, looking between the sisters. "I bet she'd do anything for Tate, like maybe even giving him her virginity." Her eyes stayed firm on Valerie — Valerie did not back down from the stare, instead she allowed her state to intensify. "Was tonight meant to be the night? We saw you with him, being all touchy."

"Get to the point, you're boring me to death."

"Stupid slut."

Valerie tensed, her grip on her bag tightening.

"She's worse then he is. All off them are. They think it's okay what he did to us." The jock said, circling the sisters.

Valerie stopped him with her bat.

"What did he do to you?!" Valerie and Violet both demanded, Valerie dropped her bat to the floor.

She took her arm from Violet's shoulders and shoved her hands on her pockets, using her foot to roll the bat closer.

"They don't know."

"About what?"

The guy with a mouthful of blood tried to talk, but no one seemed to understand.

Valerie was not a big fan of blood — a major surprise considering her adoration for horror stories and films along with true crime, she had stared at enough crime scenes and dead bodies for a life time.

She gaged as blood fell from his mouth.

"It's okay." The cheerleader comforted, rubbing the bloody man's arm.

"How have you not head about Westfield High?"

"We just moved here."

"Pick up a yearbook, bitch."

"Or read a newspaper."

Valerie rolled her head back, letting out a loud, bored huff. She rolled her neck side to side, listening to the small cracks that followed the action. She cringed at them, having not expected her neck to crack. "This ain't the eighteen hundreds and why would I just pick up a year book with out a reason, or an old newspaper, seems pointless."

"We're kind of famous."

"Totally believe you. Do you want to sign an autograph, I'm starting a collection where I get signatures from freaks."

"So you're popular." Violet clued up. "And you're pissed off. We don't know who you are."

"Let's put her down, out of her misery."

The bat was back in hand, and used to shove her goth away.

"Leave them alone!" Tate shouted, having come joined the party with his little sister at his side.

"Finally, the Prodigal Son and his little sidekick returns."

Valerie and Violet stepped up to be with the Langdon siblings.

"Come on down, man. We've got some questions."

"Go inside, I can handle this."

"Please." Valerie scoffed, glancing down at Parker.

Parker had her eyes staying put on the jock as she reached out and took Violet's hand.

"Go inside!"

Valerie flinched at his loud tone. "Whatever." She snapped, grabbing Violet's writs and dragging her in.

Violet let go of Parker and followed her sister.

"And you." He told his sister.

"Good luck, I don't know what you did, but see you on the other side." Parker patted Tate on the shoulder before going in the house, messing with the lock a few times — at least until she was happy with it.

"Karma's a bitch, Tate."

"You want to talk to me?" Tate questioned. "Let's see how fast you can run." And with that he ran whilst the three girls watched from the upstairs window.

Valerie slipped out her phone, dialling a number before tell their situation to the police. She ended the call and looked to see a certain Constance at her yard. She furrowed her brows, shaking her head in confusion.

"I'll check it out." Violet said, giving Parker and Valerie no time to question.

They let her go none the less.

Valerie sat on her bed, patting for Parker to sit next to her. Parker did so. "Are you okay?"

"Mhm."

"Parker, listen, I know there's something wrong, and I'm willing to listen if you need someone and don't feel comfortable talking to Tate of Violet."

Parker smiled with appreciation. "Thank you, I appreciate it."

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Violet stared at Constance in confusion as she sat in the woman's kitchen — after having heard that her and her sister had been involved with the death of Addy, some way or another.

"She wanted to be a pretty girl." Constance said, pouring something into the two cups. "Of course, she didn't look so pretty lying in that table, under those harsh, energy-efficient lights. One of the many comforts of having children is knowing ones youth has not fled, but merely been passed down to a new generation. They say when a parent dies, a child feels his own mortality. But when a child dies, it's immortality that a parent loses."

"Constance, I'm so sorry."

Constance took in a wobbly breath. "Well, you did encourage her, that's true. But you and Valerie were just trying to be kind, weren't you?" Constance looked at Violet. "I was the one who sent her out into the world tonight. And it did what it will do." She pushed a tea towards Violet, telling her to drink up.

Violet took notice of the cigarettes. "Can I have one of those?" She questioned, nodding down to it.

"Oh, a cigarette?" She asked, holding them out. "Certainly. Just don't let your mama know that I'm encouraging your vices." She lit the girl's cigarette. "You know, Adelaide was a wilful child. I suppose if she inherited anything from me, it was that. In truth, I think my little monster was more like me than any of my other children."

"I didn't know you had other children." Violet stated as she proceeded to process what Constance was saying.

"Parker is my daughter, and Tate is my son." Constance said, deciding on saying the two that were known to Violet.

"What?"

"They cannot know about this, Violet. The cannot know that their sister has passed. Not now. They don't react well to certain things, in different ways but not well at all." Constance said, reimagining the fall off her two children. She had lost both Tate and Parker on the same day, one due to his actions and the other due to grief. "So you, you have to promise me."

She grabbed Violet's arm, startling the girl. "I don't understand."

"Well, Tate's a sensitive boy and Parker isn't much different in that aspect. You've seen that. They're young people with too deep feelings. Tate has the sound of a poet, Parker has the spirit of a child, naive innocence, but neither of them have the grit of steel that's acts as a bulwark against this — these horrors of this world. That steel that has protected me. That Adelaide possessed. And that, that you have, too."

Constance picked up a photo, looking down at it. "I think that's why they've taken so with you and your sister." She said, holding the picture frame to her chest. "They crave your strength."

Violet looked at Constance, unable to say anything as a photo was placed in front of her.

"Maybe they miss their sister." Constance said as Violet took the frame. "But we must protect them, especially Tate, Violet."

Violet looked down at the smiling face of three out of five Langdon siblings.