You Are The Darkness // Violet Harmon & Kai Anderson

Chapter One

AN// This is a Violet Harmon x Kai Anderson AU taking place before most of the events in Cult and where Violet doesn't commit suicide. It will have SOME characters from Murder House and Cult and some original characters. Because it's an AU I will not be completely going by any timeline from the series and I promise you I'm aware of the inaccuracies in this book, it's an AU for a reason.

All credit to Erick Calderilla Videos on youtube for the amazing edit. 

I don't usually write long AN's so this will hopefully be a rare occurrence and I'm sorry for my rambling.

With that said....enjoy chapter one!

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Tate made me sick. I pushed down hard on the gas of the family car and sped out of the driveway, ignoring Tate as he dropped to his knees and yelled for me from the lawn. I had never felt more happy to be alive as I did in that moment.

He was stupid to think I could ever get over all of the things he's done. Shooting up a school, killing so many other people, raping my own mother! Now listen I'm all for people getting what they deserve, Chad and Patrick were assholes but they didn't deserve to die. Neither did the people he killed at Westfield, he barely even knew them. But it was what he did to my mother that was the final straw.

I couldn't even look at him anymore.

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I drove for hours. I only had $542 in cash that I had taken from my parent's lock box since I used the only money I had to make sure there was a full tank of gas before I planned my escape.

I packed light; a couple packs of cigarettes my dad had left out, my wallet and money, and a backpack with my ipod, earbuds, some underwear, a sweatshirt, and some other essentials stuffed into it. I left my phone back at the house along with a note with some bullshit excuse about me having to get away for awhile and "find myself again" for my parents. I didn't leave anything for Tate.

Instead of wasting my limited funds on a hotel I simply pulled over and took a nap whenever I grew tired. I didn't have any idea of where I was going. My goal was simply to get as far away as possible from that goddamned house and find somewhere small and obscure to stay where I could get my life together a bit.

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"Welcome to Brookfield Heights Michigan", read a sign on the road ahead of me.

I had been driving for over thirty hours and I needed to stop. For real. This place seemed as good as anywhere.

I drove for a little while longer until I found myself in the center of town where I pulled into the parking lot of a small coffee shop.

I stared at myself in the rear view mirror and combed through my hair with my fingers a bit. There were dark circles under my bloodshot eyes and my clothes were wrinkly from wearing them for so long without changing.

I rummaged through the glove compartment and pulled out my mom's apple cinnamon scented perfume. I wiped away a tear at the thought of the broken family I had left behind and sprayed myself a few times with the perfume before grabbing my wallet and getting out of the car.

The coffee house was cute. It was small with some bar stools pulled up to the long counter and just two small tables set near a small fireplace that wasn't in use.

I smiled a little when I realized that a cover of Life On Mars?  by David Bowie was being played on a record player in the corner. It was beautifully sung and my curiosity got the best of me so I walked over to it.