Author: Charlie Belle PM
Lillianna and her family move into the "Murder House". She meets Tate and immediately they are drawn to each other, both damaged and hurt in their own way. But will Lilianna and her family fall victim to the dark past of the home? Or will they escape before their demons resurface. Tate/OCRated: Fiction M - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Tate L. - Chapters: 19 - Words: 36,494 - Reviews: 68 - Favs: 46 - Follows: 67 - Updated: 04-20-13 - Published: 12-17-12 - id: 8806891
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The New Family – Chapter Eighteen
We are no longer alone. The new family has already moved it. For three months the house stood empty, a realtor showing it off, but no one biting for the offer. No one thought a new family would come into this house so quickly. Soon we all stood, unseen to anyone, as new members were added to the home. It was sad really, because we knew that it was only a matter of time before they joined us. Souls stuck among the living.
I sat in the white rocking chair, Matthew in my arms, trying to get him to sleep. His big brown eyes looked up towards me with wonder, and I couldn't help but smile down towards him. A part of me was sad. He'll never grow up, and would be stuck here wit the rest of us. I wanted nothing more then to watch him grow up and become a wonderful man. But we'd both never have the opportunity.
Tate's voice could be heard as he ran down the stairs and towards our little living area. A big smile was on his face when he came walking through the arch way.
"What's up?" I asked, looking up from Matthew.
"Have you seen the new family?" He asked, as he took a seat beside me.
I shook my head "I don't want to see them, Tate."
"Well…it's going to be kind of impossible to not see them. They are going to live here, Lilianna."
"I more worried about Matthew," I stood up and placed my son into the crib, before turning towards Tate "Why are you so happy about this anyways?"
"Because, the dad is a therapist, just like your dad. I-I could start getting help again, Lilianna." Tate grabbed my hands and kissed my knuckles "I can get better for you and Matthew"
"The same way I did it before. Sign up as a patient and everything. I'm sure if I tell my mother about she'll put money towards it. Even though I hate the woman, she is still my mother and still cares." Tate spoke
"If that's what you want to do, Tate. Then I'm going to support you." I smiled
Tate let go of my hands and kissed me passionately on the lips, before his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me tight against his body. My hands immediately made their way into his hair, pulling and grabbing at the blonde curls. I could feel my body growing hot and my need for him becoming intense.
His large hands grabbed at my waist and pulled me up, my legs around his waist, and walking me over to the couch in the far side of the room. Tate turned and took a seat on it, placing me on his lap, our lips never leaving each others. My hands moved down his chest and pulled his shirt over his head. It was weird now how his skin felt warm to me. It was cold before, and felt like stone, but we were the same temperature now.
"You feel so warm now, Tate. I the feel of your skin against mine." I whispered against his lips.
"Yeah? Do you know what I love?" I bit my lower lip and shook my head "I love the feeling of your tight pussy around my cock."
I moaned loudly as he grabbed my ass and thrust his hips up against me. His hand slipped beneath my dress, and pulled my underwear away. I heard the sound of his zipper before I felt him thrust up into my core.
"Oh, fuck, Tate."
Tate and I lay together on the couch, bare, and bundled beneath. Matthew was fast asleep in his crib; above we could hear the Harmon's moving about, settling into the house. It was silent between the two of us, the only sound I could hear were the soft noises of our son.
"What happens now that they are here? I'm pretty sure we can't keep living down here like we have." I whispered against his chest.
Tate shrugged "I don't know. We're fine where we are. They can't see us unless we make ourselves known. Just because they are here, it doesn't mean anything"
"I just don't want things to change between us, Tate. I just want everything to be as perfect as they've been lately."
"And it will be."
Tate rolled me underneath him and settled between my legs, before kissing me on the lips. Before anything could get heated, the sound of the staircase creaking caught both of our attentions. Tate got up quickly, pulling on his pants, and walked towards the noise. I grabbed his shirt off the floor, and threw it on, the bottom of it hitting just the top of my thighs.
When I followed behind Tate, I saw him stopped just outside the doorway. Looking around the main part of the basement was a girl. She had dirty blonde hair and pale skin. She was also about my age.
"Who's that?" I whispered to Tate.
"The daughter." He spoke
I walked to stand beside him and knew that she couldn't see us. But when I looked up towards Tate's face, my heart broke. He was looking towards her with amazement, wonder, and lust. The same way he looked towards me. The family had only been here a few hours, and already, I was losing Tate to another woman.
"Tate," I whispered
He looked down towards me hesitantly, the look slightly fading from his face. Soon a look of confusion crossed his face.
"You don't want to go to the doctor to get help? Do you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You wanna be with her….who ever she is." I accused, backing away from him.
"No. No, Lili, why would you say that?"
"Cause you're looking at me the same way you look at me, Tate."