Constance's POV
"Micheal Shh...." I cooed at my grandson. He had been crying scince 1:00 it was now 3:00. I picked him up and started to rock him slowly. His mouth started to close and he was now quiet as a mouse. "See isn't that better?" I asked the now sleeping baby. I layed him in his crib and walked into the kitchen. I looked at the calender, it showed we were heading towards Halloween. One of my least favorite holidays. Escpecially scince the spirits of that "Murder House" were going to be free. Every Halloween Tate would never visit. I was never bad to him. After all he was my favorite. Tate. Oh I miss him. I wonder how he is. Probably with that depressed little pity, Violet. I should visit now. I grab my bag and head out. What about my Micheal. He will be fine. I head out the door and walk closer to the gates. I enter into the house since I have a key. "Tate," I whisper hoping no one hears me. Why would they even bother to hear me. All they care about is how dead and sad they are. What little pity parties. Death isn't just a sad thing. Why can't they get that. Oh well they're a lost cause, literally. Exsepfore my Tate. He can be fixed. I stumble into the house caustiocly walking to the kitchen.
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Tate and Violet FAN FIC
FanfictionProlouge He grabbed my waist pulling me tighter to his abdomen. He leaned his head down to my neck and started dropping light kisses. I let a light moan escape my mouth. I then felt his mouth making a grin. He looked up so I could see his smile to...
