Chapter 6: Kept and keeping secrets
Mood music: Breathe Me - Sia or Never let me go - Florence + the machine
I turned to the stairs, I recognized the voice. Violet's foot steps were coming down slowly. I felt Tate grab my arms tightly as I turned to face him.
"Go hide somewhere, I'll be back soon." He hugged me quickly and ran over to the stairs. I didn't hesitate to find somewhere to hide. I turned a corner but stayed close to the wall just to hear a bit of what they were talking about. Knowing that Violet and Tate were talking, let alone together made me feel uneasy. I didn't like it. Even though I knew Violet was a good person and never threatened me in any way I just didn't like her right now.
"What's going on?" Violet asked as I heard her reach the bottom of the staircase.
"Oh nothing, I was just, you know it doesn't matter. Let's go to the attic." He said. I turned my head a little just to see what was happening. He took her hand and led her up the stairs. Just like that. Was I just supposed to stay down here? Had he forgotten he said he be back soon? Apparently so. I slumped down, not knowing what else to do, I began to hum a bit, a little tune.
"So I'm guessing that's not how you pictured it." I looked up to see a guy, around his mid 20's sitting back in a rocking chair with a cup of red wine in his hand. A smirk was painted on his face.
"Pictured what?" I asked still sitting in my slumped position. I was a little embarrassed about him hearing me hum but I brushed it off.
"Seeing him after what five or ten years?" He took a sip of his wine. The way he said him sounded like he wasn't too fond of Tate.
"Okay before we get into that, who are you?"
"I'm Chad Warwick, I lived here now I'm just stuck here with all this bad decor. Vivienne thinks it's looks 'nice', I think she could have gotten some better paint swatches." He took another sip from his wine and then looked back at me and continued. "Your little friend is part of that reason. Enough about me, what about you? I can sense a lot of drama from you."
Two things I was positive about Chad, he was gay and very sassy.
"Are you honestly that interested? Even if you were it's a quite a story." I looked away from him and pushed my legs up and wrapped my arms around them. I placed my head on my chin and just looked to the floor.
"Every love story is quite a story. Believe me, mine definitely was. Thank God it's over."
"What makes you think it's a love story? It's more like a tragedy than anything else." I said still not looking up from the floor.
"Every love story has a tragedy here and there, it wouldn't be a story if it didn't. You never know some good things might come out of those tragedies. You're young, well from my understanding, you still have a chance to get something good out of this place. You don't seem as bad as everyone here."
"Everyone? Who's everyone?" I looked up.
"You haven't met the other ghosts? Not one?" He cocked his eyebrow in disbelief. The smirk still plastered on his face.
"I only know that Tate and Beau are here, now I know you're here too. Who else could there be?" I thought about it but no one else came to mind.
"Well you met the new addition to the house yesterday. She's a friend of yours." His smirk turned into a grin. "Well I've got to get going and make sure no one's touched the baby's room." He got up and got close to where I was and stopped in his tracks.
"Sleeping helps a lot here. I can tell you that, take a breather Carol." Without another word he left.
Take a breather? Sounds easy. I began to just look at my surroundings, a book was sitting next to me. I began to read it without even wondering what it was about. Slowly I followed Chad's advice. I fell asleep...
"Ladies and Gentlemen the ham." Constance said as she brought in the ham.
"It's lovely to have Carolyn and Jason here for thanksgiving, don't you think kids?." She said as she sat down next to me, watching Tate, he was looking awfully perky.
"I love having them here." Addie said smiling. I smiled back.
"What's going on?" I whispered to him.
"You'll see, be patient." He winked back.
"Thanks for having us Mrs. Langdon." Jason said as he sat next to Addie, covering our conversation, with asking her about the two were thick as thieves back then.
"So, who wants to say grace?" She hadn't even looked around the room when Tate piped up.
"Oh mother may I?" I looked back at him, he smirked at me.
Constance looked a bit un-easy. Larry responded with:
" Well of course son, I was hoping you would choose to become apart of this family."
Tate took ahold of mine and Larry 's hands.
"Dear God, thank you for the salty pig meat we are about to eat, and for the rest of this indigestible swill. And thank you for this charade of a family–my father ran away when I was only six, and if I had known any better, I would have joined him." Constance let go of me and slapped his hand. Even then it annoyed me whenever she hit him. Especially in front of others.
"And also because she's been trying to get back into this house since she lost it. Lord, a big thank you for blinding the asshole that's doing my mother, so that she can't see what everybody knows, she doesn't really love him."
I watched him the whole time trying to keep calm.
"Amen." Addie and Jason said at the same time.
"Jason." I said scolding him a bit.
"It's alright Carolyn." Constance said a bit annoyed as she looked at her son.
"Now Tate,I know you've had a tough time making the adjustment to the recent changes, moving back in here after the recent tragedy that my own family went through-." Tate cut Larry off
"They burned themselves alive, after you were cheating on your wife with Constance, Lawrence."
I looked to Jason, we were both a little worried about this scene that was playing out.
"That was nobody's fault." Larry said quietly, itching the back of his neck. He continued. "Passion drove her to it one day you'll understand." He pointed at me then at Tate. "There are sacrifices you have to make in the name of love, on a lighter note, I have reserved tickets for everybody for saturday at our community theater for the opening night of Brigadoon."
It's amazing how he thinks he can just cover it up, his family's loss and this new game of creating a new one.
"I'm delighted to be debuting in the chorus, Carolyn and Jason, you two are invited as well." He smiled at both of us. We both gave him a very fake smile.
"Well I for one, will be there with bells on." Constance said as she drank her wine.
"Thank you darling for being so supportive and encouraging, you have allowed me to explore another face of myself." He said. Addie pipped up.
"Yay I love the theater." Tate got a cold expression on his face and slammed the table breaking the plate. Jason and I both jumped.
"No Addie! You're a smart girl you know he killed our brother!"
"Stop it!" Constance yelled. Sadly I was stuck in between the middle of the two. "Beau died in his slumber of natural causes, now you know he had a respiratory ailment. Your brother's in a better place now, he suffered with every breath that he took."
"He only suffered because of you!" Some tears were forming in his eyes. He took my hand and held it tight.
"Ha, you know Tate unlike your siblings, you were graced with so many gifts. How is it that you can't bring yourself to use them? Just a smile or a kind word could open the gates to heaven. God knows you only do that with your siblings, Jason and especially Carolyn"
My cheeks burned a bit after that last part. Tate wiped some tears that had fallen onto his nose. He looked back at her and smirked.
"No matter how much you want it, I will never be your perfect son." He stood up and pulled me out of my chair. I didn't ask him anything, I just went along with him. As we walked up the stairs his grip got tighter.
"Ow Tate, let go." I said, I couldn't help it. I knew he was angry but leaving a bruise on my hand was not an option. He didn't let go though. As we got in the room his grip loosened but still hurt. He kept dragging me along until he sat me on his bed, he sat next to me and looked at our hands and finally noticed the bruising forming on my hand. His eyes widened and let go.
"Care, I'm sorry." His eyes didn't leave my hand. I could tell some tears were forming.
"Tate don't worry about it." I looked back at him and massaged my hand. I took his face in my hands as soon as I could use one of them again.
"Can you just stay here, I know you need to go home with Jason and all but right now, could you just stay here with me?" I wiped off his tears and replied:
Of course I can." As soon as I said it, he wrapped his arms around me. No tears just silence. We sat there for who knows how long, I didn't mind. He let go and looked back at me. He eventually lied down with me. Both of us just wrapped in each others arms.
"Carol? Carol? Wake up."
I opened my eyes slowly, there was Tate. His eyes filled with worry. Everything rushed back to me, how he left with Violet saying he'd be right back, it suddenly filled me with rage.
"Where've you been? You said you would be right back!" I yelled at him and stood up. I knew part of me wanted to be here for Tate but there was something greater I came here for. I needed to remind myself of it as much as I could.
"I went upstairs to distract Violet, I needed to." He got up as well looking confused and hurt by my sudden out burst. "We needed to talk remember?"
"Talk? Yes we do. I need you to tell me something Tate. You can't lie to me okay?" I cupped his face with both of my hands. I didn't know how to read him at this point, but I needed answers and one way or another, I was getting them.
"Carebear, you're scaring me. What's-" I cut him off and looked down, I couldn't handle him calling me by my nickname he gave me ages ago knowing he had someone else to care for like he cared for me.
"Tate, the day Jason died you told me Jack took his body somewhere else. Now that I'm back, Constance has been giving me hints that Jason is here. I need you to tell me know. Is Jason here or not?"
I looked up at him, tears were on the brink of falling. I still couldn't see those beautiful eyes in pain. It made me begin to tear up as well. He didn't answer, he kept his mouth shut.
"Tate! Tell me! Please!" I cried harder as I yelled at him. It's like he wouldn't move, he wasn't budging. Until in one swift move he got loose from my hands and grabbed them instead.
"If I tell you, you could go away forever!" He yelled at me as well. I shook my head and began to speak.
"Tate, that doesn't mat-"
'Yes it does! I can't loose you! You can't leave me here alone! Now that I know you're here you just can't leave me." He yelled back.
"You aren't alone! You have Violet! She cares for you more than I ever could! I won't be leaving, I'm staying and if anyone deserves to not be alone, it's me! If Jason is here, I need to know so I don't spend the rest of eternity crying over your relationship with Violet, alone!" My eyes widened, I basically just told him that I, was jealous about Violet.
"If you're not going to help me, I'll do it myself!" I turned around and began to shout.
"Jason! Come out! It's me Carol! I'm here!" I shouted these phrases as I walked all over the house, Tate was behind me telling me to quiet down. The more he did, the louder I shouted. As we got to the third floor, where the bedrooms were, Tate turned me around and kept a hold of me.
"Carol, I can tell you everything but you need to listen to me! You can't just walk away from me this time!" I stayed quiet as we stood in the hallway. "The day Jason died, your dad didn't take his body away. He just left, I couldn't leave him in the living room like that. I took him here while he was barely alive and let him die on the property. I knew if he died here, he wouldn't be gone forever. I couldn't lose him like that."
At that moment, all I could do was stare at him with tears in my eyes. I regained my voice and asked. "Well if he's here, where is he? He's died here then he must be around the house like you are!"
"I haven't seen him, ever. He's never around Care." He replied.
"What do you mean he's never around, he has to be-" I was cut off by the sound of a guitar strumming. I stopped my breathing -if that's what I could call it- and listened. I turned and slowly, with Tate behind me also curious about the sound, walked to where the sound was coming from. With each step I took, I felt warm and free. I reached the end of the hall and found a small room with the door open but barely. Enough to stare through it. I couldn't believe my eyes and ears.
Thank you for reading lovelies! I hope you're excited to the next chapter, I am! I'm just telling you now, that the songs I use for Carolyn or Jason in the story, like when they sing are from recent times, just don't think of them like that. Think of them like their souls speaking. Anchor for example by Mindy Gledhill, when Carolyn sings it, the song portrays her telling Jason that anything could happen but she'd always be there to keep him calm and okay. I'm just asking that so on the next chapter I don't get as much hate. Any questions? Feel free to send me a pm or write a review! I will happily answer it. Thank you once again, and I'll talk to you at the end of the next chapter. Love you all.