Oh

Oh wow.

This is awkward hahaha.

I am sorry about not updating because I know how frustrating it is when someone doesn't update their story and you're just waiting for a new chapter appear and it just doesn't; so yeah I get if you're mad at me. I just haven't found the motivation to write. Ooops.

Anyway hope you enjoy this chapter.

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The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

Edgar Allan Poe

Tate and I continued to talk.

We would talk about everything; from bands to people; even about what a bitch Annette could be. Apparently Tate had experienced her aura first hand. He had entered the mansion after I had arrived home from school and Annette had yelled at him for not removing his shoes before entering the unbelievably large house. So Tate reacted the way any teenage boy would react.

He hauled ass to my room.

As Tate and I conversed; I noticed strange ticks about him I had never noticed before. He would talk about high school as it were so long ago; I know that must sound strange. I knew that he was around seventeen or eighteen; so Tate must have graduated a couple of years ago, maybe less.

Right?

"Elle?"

I snapped my eyes back to the direction of Tate's voice. "Oh sorry Tate; I zoned out." Must have been caught up in thought. "What did you say?"

He chuckled softly and I heard the movement of my bed underneath me as we sat on it. "I asked if you've seen anything interesting in this house yet?"

"Well I can't exactly 'see' you know."

"Tch, smartass. I meant hear anything out of the ordinary."

I stopped and closed my slightly agape mouth in thought. Have I heard anything out of the ordinary since I've been here?

"Am I supposed to?"

"Not necessarily; I was just curious. I used to hear things back when I was a kid living here."

"You act like it was a long time ago."

"Who said it wasn't?"

I paused and Tate's words replayed in my mind like a turntable. I leaned further in the blonde's direction.

"What do you mean Tate?"

"Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head over."

My face flushed a cherry red. His compliments were so forward it was embarrassing.

I was soon snapped out of my stature. "I have an appointment with your dad tomorrow."

My eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. "My dad? The psychologist?" I clarified.

Tate cleared his throat. "Yeah, I just feel like I need help in certain ways I can't explain."

"What ways Tate? Why are you being so cryp-"

"Please just trust me on this Elle." He almost pleaded. I felt him grab my hands and guide my body closer to his. "I want to be okay for you." His large hands wounded around my waist and Tate buried his head in my neck.

"I-It's okay Tate. I understand." I stuttered as I hesitantly ran my fingers through his long golden locks. I felt his head lift slowly from my collarbone.

"Do you really, Elle?" Tate's voice had lowered significantly as his fingertips brushed across my neck. My breath hitched in my throat. "You're so frail compared to me. You know what could happen if I wrapped my hands around your neck?"

"Snap."

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I made Tate leave after that.

He went too far and he knew it.

I kept to my room during the weekend; with small visits from Moira who brought up food for me. She really did treat me like I was her own child. It was different.

It was nice.

I never really felt like that after the crash two years ago. I lost my mum; so I lost my way. I lost my dad as well that day. I lost everything.

I grabbed my cane from the side of my desk from where I sat on my chair and guided myself outside the wooden door. As I made my way slowly down the hallway from my room I felt a familiar presence behind me.

"Tate."

"Elle, I-"

I turned and put up my hand to silence him. "What you did scared me Tate."

"I know, I was just playing around! Elle you have to-"

"I don't have to do anything Tate." I spat. As I turned to walk away I felt to hands wrap around my waist; something that usually gave me comfort which instead made me anxious.

"Please Elle. I'm wrong. I know. Everything about me is wrong and I know it. That's why I have to see your dad; he'll help fix me. I'll be normal for you."

My heart throbbed against my chest as I heard him recite those words. He was talking twice as fast but I heard him clearly. Tate's head turned against my back as he knelt behind me; stopping me from leaving him. I turned around and knelt down in front of him.

"Tate?"

His grip tightened around my waist slightly. I winced with him quickly reacting to return to his softer hold. "Yeah, Elle?"

"You're not going to threaten me again if I forgive you will you?"

"Fuck no." Tate pulled me into his chest and buried his head into my brown hair. "I cherish you too much."

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Holy shit.

I actually finished this chapter.

YEAH.

WOO.

I AM ACTUALLY SO PROUD OF MYSELF RIGHT NOW.

Quickly I just want to thank all of the followers, reviewers and those that have added this story to their favourites! It really means so much to me even though I am so slack with writing!

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Have a good week guys.

Lildoll98