Unlikely // Tate Langdon (AHS)

• Chapter 3 • (#)

A/N:

There will be some descriptions of physical abuse (#) in this chapter so please read with caution or skip the chapter if this kind of content is triggering for you.

Hope you guys enjoy!

M x
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"Tate, it's time to get your ass out of that bed." Constance fumed as she stood over him. Tate was laid on his stomach with his head resting on both his arms as he slept peacefully, blissfully unaware of his mother's demands.

"Constance I thought you wanted to go to this thing." Hugo questioned in a demanding tone from the hallway as he stuck his head into Tate's room.

"Hugo, I do, I'm trying to wake our son up." Constance snapped back before instantly regretting what she had done. She knew she had sealed Tate's doom now. Hugo was not going to leave that alone. If there is one thing Hugo hated more than disobedience, it was Tate's disobedience, no matter how small the act was.

Hugo pushed into the room, shoving the door so violently it swung into Tate's cabinet, and began dragging Tate up by his shoulders. Tate began to drift back into consciousness, groggily trying to work out what was happening. Hugo suddenly stopped and grabbed Tate's arm, bringing it up to his nose before dropping it.
"You've been smoking pot." Hugo seethed, "Don't bother lying to me, Tate, I can smell it on you."

Tate stood facing his father looking at him with a blank expression. He wasn't about to lie, it was clear he had been smoking, and there was no need to confirm, his father already knew. So he stood there because he knew there was no changing what was coming.

"Okay, so where's your stash?" Hugo questioned calmly. Too calmly for Tate to feel relaxed.

"Don't have one. Got it from some kids at school." Tate lied trying to remember where his pot stash actually was. He had three hiding spots in his room. The vent in the wall behind his bed, the loose skirting board behind his cabinet and the loose floorboard under his rug. The skirting board behind his cabinet was his most secure location and he stood there praying that's where he hid it.

"Hugo, Tate wouldn't keep that filthy stuff in our home, you know that." Constance spoke trying to ease the situation, but Tate could hear the tremble in her voice and see the shake in her hands as she reached for his father. And Tate would keep that stuff in her home. He has a gun under the floorboard and some coke in the vent.

Shrugging his wife off of him, Hugo continued, "Tate. Where is it?" He took a step towards Tate and still he didn't receive an answer. "Okay." Hugo said simply before he began tearing around Tate's bedroom looking for his stash. Hugo opened every draw on Tate's cabinet before opening his wardrobe and throwing various items of clothing all over the floor. He began searching the pockets of his jeans and inside the sleeves of his jumpers.

"Hey, stop throwing around all my shit!" Tate shouted before Hugo pushed him out the way and searched his mattress.

"Hugo, really, he says he doesn't have any" Constance pleaded trying to pull him up from Tate's mattress.

Suddenly, Hugo stopped. "No, you wouldn't be so stupid as to hide it in plain sight." He pulled back the rug and began trying each floorboard under it. He found the loose floorboard before throwing it at Tate. It hit Tate hard on his thigh but he didn't flinch. He knew he was caught. And he knew what would come would be bad.

"Hugo!" Constance yelled before trying to pull Tate away.

"Bingo." Hugo spoke in a low menacing tone. He turned and locked eyes with Tate holding his bag of pot up between his forefinger and middle finger.

"Shit." Tate sighed. He had hoped it had been behind the skirting board.

"Well, Tate. If you wanna smoke some pot. Let's smoke some pot." Hugo encouraged. Tate's eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he watched his father roll up a smoke. "You got a lighter, Tate? Who am I kidding of course you have a lighter!" Hugo laughed as he held his hand out for it.

"Hugo, your being ridiculous. You're not really going to let him smoke in here are you? Because I won't let him. Not in my clean house!" Constance yelled.

Ignoring his wife Hugo continued. "Tate, the lighter." With a look of confusion Tate glanced between his parents before producing the lighter and handing it to his father. "It's a well used lighter too. Got yourself a nice hobby there, Tate." Hugo spoke feigning an impressed tone. Tate continued to watch his father warily in silence. Hugo lit the smoke before approaching Tate with it in his hand.

"You wanted to smoke so bad, Tate. Well here you are, son. I'll give you a nice long drag of this." Hugo spoke between grit teeth as he reaches over to grab Tate. Realisation suddenly dawned in Tate's eyes as he realised exactly what his father intended to do with that blunt. He began to take off out of the room, but he wasn't fast enough. His father caught him by the sleeve of his jumper and dragged him back into the room. Tate lost his balance and landed hard on his back on the floor. Hugo straddled Tate, keeping him pinned to the floor, and pulled his shirt up over his head. He then burned Tate on his shoulder with the cigarette, not stopping even as Tate began to yell out in pain.

"Hugo! Hugo, stop it! Get off of him!" Constance yelled as she pounded Hugo's back trying to get him to stop.

"Constance, get off! I'm teaching him a lesson. He needs to learn!" Hugo seethed, throwing Constance off of him as he gets up and off of Tate. Tate continued to lay there breathing hard and wincing at the pain in his shoulder. "Maybe now you will think twice before going out and getting high, huh?" Hugo grumbled as he exited the room.

Constance dropped to her knees next to Tate pushing up his shirt to take a look at the damage. Tate pushed her off before getting up and shoving her out of his bedroom while she protested that his shoulder needs looking at. He slammed his bedroom door in her face before mumbling that he needs to change for the party. He slumped against the door gripping his shoulder silently letting the tears fall. He wouldn't let his father hear. He would never let him know just how much he hurts him. Then he wins.

After changing into fresh clothes he opened his bedroom door and listened. He could hear his family laughing downstairs. He slammed his bedroom door before stamping downstairs to meet them in the hall.

"Are we all ready to go?" Constance questioned sweetly, allowing her eyes to linger on Tate a little longer than usual. Tate looked at the floor not meeting anyone's eyes.

"Of course we are!" Hugo exclaimed happily as he hugged Addy to him making her laugh.

"Alrighty let's head out then." Constance grinned, happy that Hugo's fowl mood had passed over. Tate glowered at his sister and father before passing them and heading out the front door and to the car. This was going to be a long evening.

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A/N:

I know I said Heather would definitely be in this chapter but I got inspired and so this was the result. She will however definitely be present in the next chapter! I promise this time!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! You get to see a bit of Hugo and Tate's relationship. I'm sorry for taking so long to update, I was uninspired and then I got covid so it's been a while. But the chapter is here now! And I hope it's worth the wait. I will try and update more frequently now uni stuff is done with until September.

Thank you for reading!
M x