***Hey! So my name is Jayde and I am going to start writing my first fan fiction! Hope you enjoy!***
It's been so long. 10 years feels like three life time's here. Just seeing Violet killed me, made me feel like my bones are shattering or some stupid shit like that. I should be with her, holding her, loving her. I know that her family isn't enough, I can see it in her eyes; she is full of pain and I want to help her but there is no way she wants to talk to me, not after what I've done.
"Tate? Tate honey?" I could hear Constance's high pitched voice ringing in my ears. I'll scare her, sneak up behind her I thought, but I was tired of these games.
"What?" I said as cold as I possibly could.
"Its been 4 years" she said with a tear streaming down her cheek.
"I don't care" I said coldly "I told you that monster was never truly mine. He was dead to me 6 years before you killed him"
"Tate?" she said sobbing "he was your son"
"No he wasn't" I screamed "It was a mistake!"