Violet sat in front of the vanity in her room, fingering a clean new silver blade. She could almost see her reflection in the side, and she was lost in it.

"Violet," I snapped, she looked at me, startled. She didn't know I was there, "You promised you wouldn't do that again," I reproved, walking over and taking the blade from her.

"I-I'm not," she stuttered, "I just-"

"You thought about it," It wasn't a question. I shoved the blade deep into the pocket of my jeans.

"But I wasn't going to do it," She snapped back.

I sighed and crouched down in front of her chair which she'd now spun around to face me, and took her hand in between mine, "I'm just afraid Vi. After the pills… I can't be too careful."

She rolled her eyes. Typical, "I wasn't trying to kill myself-"

"But you could have Vi! Do you get that? If I hadn't been there you could have died! And every time you cut," I shook my head, "I know how it feels Violet. When you get in too deep. You get lost in the blood. You drown in it. There's a chance you won't stop."

I looked up to meet her eyes. She didn't say anything, just had that half surprised, half lost look in her eyes that she'd had the last time I caught her cutting.

I looked down. I knew broaching this subject wasn't the best idea, but I had to agree with Dr. Harmon. I didn't want to lose her. "You know, you're dad's worried about you too."

Violet scoffed, standing up hastily, pulling her hand from mine, "Don't tell me you're listening to his bullshit. I thought you were the one who was getting help, not my dad."

I stood up too and came up behind her as she ruffled her hair in frustration, "I get it Vi, parents suck! But I would kill to have a dad like yours. A dad that actually cares! Your dad is the closest thing to a father I've ever had! He's the reason I'm better, and you take him for granted!"

"Why are you standing up for him!" She shouted at me, throwing her arm out in the general direction of Dr. Harmon's office, "He's a cheating, lying asshole. I thought you understood that. What happened to 'If you love someone you should never hurt them'? He's the reason I cut, Tate!"

I quieted down, shoving my hands in my pockets. I could feel the sharp edge of the blade grazing my fingertips. "I'm not defending him Vi. I'm just saying, you're lucky. Some of us never had that."

Violet was quiet again and I could tell from the feeling in the air that she felt bad. Then I felt her hand on my cheek, "I'm sorry. There's just so much shit going on… I must seem like such a whiny bitch."

"No, no," I rushed to assure her, looking up and capturing her hand on my cheek, "You could never be a bitch," she laughed, shaking her head, "I'm serious. Sure you're harsh, and you don't take crap, and you hate the world, but don't we all some days? The world is a messed up place, Vi. It's a god damn fucking horror show. Sometimes we just need someone to keep us grounded. You keep me grounded Vi."

I lowered my lips slowly to hers until they brushed ever so softly, just a warm whisper. But quickly Violet had my lower lip between her teeth. I laughed silently at the feeling of them dragging across my soft flesh. I leaned over her just a bit, holding her still by her hips between my calloused hands. As she pushed forward trying to take control of my lips, a slid my hands up to her waist and pressed my thumbs into the soft spot there that made her squirm. She yelped as I tickled her and I used the distraction to push her back against her bedside table.

My lips crashed against hers again, taking control. She shoved her hands into the front pockets of my jeans, using them to pull me against her. She shoved her hands in deeper, then winced, pulling one out quickly. I pulled back looking at her. The tip of her finger was soaked with blood. She'd cut herself on the blade in my pocket.

I took her hand and stuck the finger in my mouth, sucking off the blood. She didn't pull away repulsed the way she had before. As my lips left her finger with a pop our eyes met. She stroked my cheek with her cut finger. It was still bleeding and I could feel the hot liquid painted on my cheek. I kissed her again, and her hands ran through my hair, inevitably streaking the blond with red. By now she was putty in my hands. It never took much time. She reacted exactly as she had in all of my fantasies. Just exactly as I had described it to Dr. Harmon.

"They get wet so easily…"

I slid one hand up her side to sweep her hair from her shoulder. My chapped lips found their way from the corner of her soft mouth to the soft skin that delved between her collar bone and the soft curve of her neck. Violet sighed softly, her warm breath rustling my disorderly curls. For a second, I took my lips from her skin and traced the delicate line of her collar bone with the tip of my nose.

"Don't be a tease," she whispered, "You're smarter than that."

I chuckled and she jumped at the erratic rhythm of by breath on her skin. I stood up again, a good half foot taller than her and gave a taunting look into her eyes. Hands on her hips I turned her so her back was to the bed and lowered her slowly.

Just like in the dreams…

I kissed slowly down her neck to the buttons of her denim dress. I unbuttoned each one slowly, placing a kiss in the open space it left.

I heard her breath catch and her hands were against my chest, "Tate," I met her eyes, she looked scared, "Don't be cruel."

I knew she was thinking of Halloween night on the beach. I knew how rejected she looked. I didn't want to see that in her eyes again. I leaned down next to her ear and whispered softly, sliding my hand up under her dress, "I'm not stopping tonight."

I was done hesitating. I pulled hard on her dress and heard the snaps of the little buttons breaking. For a second I thought maybe I could make her scared, maybe for once I could strike fear into the eyes of Violet Harmon.

I chuckled darkly, "You want to know what I'm going to do to you? The stories I tell your father in our sessions. How I lay you down on the bed, caress your soft skin…" I slid the back of my hand slowly over her breast. The skin was even softer than I'd imagined, so smooth, so supple, I wanted to sink my teeth into that flesh and watch it bleed like I had her wrist. She groaned as I dug my nails into that tender flesh without noticing, "How I make you purr like a little kitten."

"Tate…" Her eyes were closed now, and her voice sounded pained, but it was a pain I knew, when she ached for me. The pain in her voice that night on the beach.

"How I want to lower my lips down to your perky nipples and scrape my teeth along the flesh. How I want to bite into the underside and make you bleed," I was hovering just over her pink little nipple. I could feel the humidity of my breath saturating her skin.

"Tate," She growled now and I looked up to meet her eyes, "Just show me."

I would happily oblige. I gave her a sinister grin before wrapping my lips around that nipple. The flesh felt even softer against my lips then it had against my hand. It was becoming firm under my ministrations and I opened my mouth wider, scraping my teeth across the skin to bite the peak between my teeth. I could feel her body straining beneath me.

I thought that I should pay as much attention to her other breast, but I was growing impatient as I felt my dick begin to scratch against the rough fibers of my pants. I moved my lips down onto her stomach, going lower, lower. I could feel the rise and fall of her uneven breath against my lips. The life that I could take so easily, but that wasn't on my mind now. I wanted to make her scream for an entirely different reason.

I swirled my tongue in her belly button. She tasted good. Like the organic spiced pear body wash her mother bought that I was fairly certain was edible. I moved to her right hip, nestling my nose there for a second, just smelling her skin and the faint smell of her arousal. I could imagine. Soon it would be so strong, her room would be saturated in it, I would be saturated in it.

I opened my mouth and bit hard. She yelped and fisted my shirt in her hands. It pulled up exposing the lower part of my stomach. I bit harder, slowly sinking my teeth deeper, deeper. Not deep enough to break skin, but enough to bruise.

I pulled away, looking with satisfaction at my mark on her, more personal than a hicky. It was my mark.

She pulled me up by my shirt, pulling it over my head and throwing it aside. She tried to pull me back to her lips but I wouldn't let her. I stayed above her, our bodies so close the thin layer of air between them was palpable, but we did not touch. I ran my finger slowly, softly down her stomach to the edge of her panty hos. I traced the line on her waist until her breathing became deeper, heavier. I pulled on the waistband and slowly rolled the tights down her legs, throwing them off the bed when I was done.

Now I kissed her, reaching down to palm her mound through her cotton panties. I could feel it swollen and wet through the fabric, "Fuck Violet," As I whispered in her ear, I pressed my middle finger near her hole through the fabric.

She was trying to hide it, but she was strung out. I was torturing her. I traced that same finger along the waistband of her panties, "Vi, I don't know… Your parents are home."

I could feel her tense under me. Her hand reached up on gripped my jaw so tight it hurt, but it was a good pain, "Fuck you," then she threw my face away, attempting to roll out from under me, but I trapped her there, my knee digging into her thigh as I dipped my hand beneath her panties and slid a finger deep between her folds. I could feel her wetness bleed between my fingers, so fucking hot.

She gasped. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I told you I wasn't stopping," With that, I thrust my middle finger deep inside her. Her back arched her stomach pressing against my chest. "You're mine, Violet. No one will fuck you like I will." I pulled my finger out sliding it up to tease her clit before shoving it back inside her, knuckle deep. I slammed it into her again and again.

"Tate," I could see the tears fighting in the corner of her eyes, the pain in her voice.

"Does it hurt, Vi? Like when you feel the blade slicing your skin? Am I tearing you?" I shoved in deep to her one last time, holding it in deep, and curling my finger, nail scraping inside of her. She gasped, and I could feel her beginning to contract around my finger. Damn she was so tight, just around that. But I pulled out before she could ride any high.

That's when I saw a tear roll down her cheek, "Tate, please."

"Please what?" I demanded.

"No more torture, Tate please…"

"Tell me what you want, Vi."

She wrapped her hand around the back of my neck and pulled me roughly down to look in her eyes, "Fuck. Me."

With that I unbuckled my pants, shoving them off, then roughly tearing her panties which I had also become impatient with. I wrapped my hand around my cock for a moment as I stared down at her bright red pussy. There was already a little blood on the edges of her folds.

I gripped underneath her knees, pulling them wide. God her hole was so small. I pulled up her knees so they were against my chest, teasing that sweet little spot with the tip of my dick, "There's no going back, Vi." I didn't give her a chance to say anything. I slammed into her so hard there was a loud slap. Then she screamed, her back arching, sheets balled in her fists, pain written on her face.

"Are you scared now?" I asked her, sliding back slowly. She was still trying to control her breath again. I slammed in again, and she winced, "Tell me," I repeated the action, pulling out slow and slamming in hard. Fuck she was so tight, "Tell me, Vi!" I pulled her legs wider and slammed in, burying myself as deep as I could in her tight heat.

"Fuck Tate!" She screamed, head thrown back against the pillow.

"That's not an answer," I told her, going faster. Pulling out, slamming in, again, again, "Are you scared Vi? Tell me!" each word was punctuated by a thrust.

Her breath caught again and again. I rolled my hips into her hard, the slap of thighs against thighs echoed through the room.

"Fuck- No, NO!" I chuckled. I was trying to stay strong, in control, but damn she was so tight. So hot it almost burned. I sped up.

"That's what I thought. You want my dick in you. You like it rough. You've wanted this since that night on the beach. You want me to tear you apart," I threw my head back. It was so intense.

"God, keep…. Keep talking… Tate! Fu-" She couldn't even finish her sentence as I picked up my pace.

"I've seen you shove your fingers in this tight pussy. When you come home from school, and I'm in a session with your dad. I've heard you cum. You're so wet. Is this what you think about? Did you know I would be so big?" God my own words were driving me crazy. I was so fucking close. Her tight pussy would squeeze it out of me.

"Yes yes! God YES." She screamed, squeezing my torso between her thighs. She was contracting, impossibly tight, she was close.

"Cum for me, Vi. She me how you cum when you think of me," With that an earsplitting scream filled the room and she threw her body up against mine, squeezing everything so tight, her thighs, her ass, her sweet pussy, trapping me in her as I exploded.

He lay in my bed under the soft gold light of my bedside lamp, my comforter tucked around his bare waist as he rested his head in his hand. I sat with my back against the headboard as I played with my fingertips. I'd pulled on a pair of soft brown yoga pants and a light sage silk tank top. I hadn't spoken a word since I'd climbed back onto the bed.

"What are you thinking, Vi?" I felt Tate's fingertips graze my arm ever so gently. So soft, so warm, so real. How could something so real be a ghost?

"You really are here," I said absent mindedly, reaching to brush his chin with my hand.

He looked confused, "Of course. I'll always be here." His hand wrapped lightly around my arm that was resting on the bed, stroking softly up and down my forearm. So real.

"Tate…" I looked down at my hand where it had dropped onto the comforter and watched Tate take his other hand from his temple and play with my fingers, "Why do you love me?"

He looked up at me, surprise in his clear eyes, "Why would you ask such a thing?"

"Just tell me, please," I pleaded, looking self-consciously at where my top rode up to expose the skin on my hip, the mark there.

Tate hesitated, but after a second started talking, tucking away one of my fingers into my palm with each thing he listed, "I love you because your strong. Stronger than I am. And you're beautiful. And you're not afraid of anything. You're not afraid of me, no matter what I do, you're never scared. And because you listen to Kurt Cobain," He smiled, stroking his fingertip along my last extended finger, "and because you hate normal, perfect. You see the world the fucked up way it is."

My hand was closed now, tucked inside his, and he brought my other hand to wrap it around my fist and tuck both in the warm circle of his.

"Why'd you ask?" He inquired nonchalantly as he pressed a kiss to the ball of our joined hands.

"I don't know…"

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