Murder House, Huh? (Tate Langdon x Reader) 5

Tate came around the next day and the two of you spoke about what had happened the day before. Tate seemed shocked but you weren't able to tell if it was all an act or not. You wanted to believe that he was shocked but a nagging feeling inside of you made you feel as if you couldn't trust him. You weren't sure what you should do to make this feeling go away. In the end, you decided to look him up online and see if he had any kind of records of him that you needed to worry about.

As you opened your laptop, Jeffery sat down beside with his tray of food. The food here wasn't great but it was enough to hold you over until you got home and could eat some nice food. Jeff looked over at your laptop with a confused face. You did have to admit, it was most likely a strange sight. No one usually brought a laptop to school, for many reasons. It wasn't that you weren't allowed to. Other kids just didn't want to have one at school with them.

"Why do you have a laptop with you?" He asked. Ever since he had saved you from that group of girls, the two of you had grown rather close. He would walk you home most days. To most, it looked as if the two of you were dating when in reality the two of you were just good friends. You were grateful for Jeff. You most likely wouldn't have been able to deal with everything and everyone at school if it wasn't for him.

"I need to look something up and my internet at home isn't working." That was a lie but you didn't want to tell him the truth. 'Oh, I need to look up my friend online and make sure he doesn't have a record on raping people. Don't mind me..'. That wouldn't sound that good and it would just create more questions. It would also make Jeff worry about you and wonder if you were looking him up since you didn't have many other friends.

He nodded and let you do your thing in silence. He was a good friend like that, not asking too many questions and letting you do your thing. You opened your laptop and went into your search bar. Tate Langdon. You weren't sure what you were expecting to find. He might have a Facebook or something and if he did anything that bad, he would definitely have an article about him. 

You didn't find a Facebook page....You did find something else...

You clicked on an article and started to read, your eyes scanning the page. This...wasn't what you were expecting. The article you read talked about how Tate Langdon had shot and killed 15 students at Westfield High. Your eyes widened as you let it all sink in. Tate had killed teenagers that were your age at the same high school that you went to...He seemed so nice! You shut your laptop before putting it back in its bag before leaving Jeffery to wonder what was wrong as you hurried out. You went to the nurse's office and pretended to be sick. She somehow believed you and you got sent home early. You thought everything that you read the article over as you walked back to your house. 

But, the article left out the part about the shooting happening in 1994. As well as saying that Tate was later shot and killed in the same house you were currently living in.

"We need to talk." You said, ignoring his question, instead asking one of your own. He raised one of his eyebrows before nodding and walking over to your bed. He sat down at the foot of your bed. You sat up, moving so you were sitting with your back against your headboard so there was a lot of space between the two of you. You didn't want to be that close to him...You were positive that he noticed how jumpy you were.

"Tate, how come you don't go to the same school as me? It is pretty much the only high school around here...I know your not home-schooled or you would have told me..." The words rushed out of your mouth. You glanced down at your feet before carefully meeting his dark gaze. When your eyes met, you shivered. His gaze had a dark look. It wasn't quite hate; it was closer to when you remember a horrible memory and feel disgusted. You couldn't tell if it was towards you or if it was toward what he had done...You hoped it was the latter.

"(Y/N), I had problems back then! I'm getting help now and I'm getting better." Tate stood up as well and moved over toward you. You tried to back away but he grabbed your arms, making you unable to move. He was holding your arms in a firm way so you couldn't leave but he was also holding them gentle enough so he didn't hurt you. That was the last thing he wanted to do.

You didn't know if you could believe him when he said that he was different. You really wanted to believe that he was changing but you couldn't just ignore his past! It was already hard enough that he had killed people but said he was changing but now he had said that he loved you! You couldn't deny your own feelings toward him but you would have to bury them away and deal with what was at hand. Even though you knew how hard that would be.

"Of course! I promise I will!" Tate said and pulled you into a tight hug before sitting down on your bed, still having you in your arms. The two of you stayed like this for the rest of the day, leaving you to wonder if you had done the right thing.