Tate Peterson

*I narrow my eyes at Banjo. He's the one I've been trying to ruin. I need him gone so he can't take her from me. I glare at him as he walks by, making sure he notices. He just smiles and waves. Damn golden boy. I hate him.*

well, you little psycho. you don't know my secret, dont you?

*I pause, a look of confusion on my face* What secret?

*parents come*

*I kiss my mom on the cheek goodbye, and hug dad. just because they don't believe me when I tell on Tate, doesn't mean that I don't love them. they're both my world. sadly, so is Tate. I wave them goodbye, and then grab a juice from the refrigerator, before Tate walks up to me from behind*

*I smirk as she grabs the juice, watching her. She's so stupidly trusting. She really thinks I'm gonna take care of her. She turns and I grab her arm. I yank her close to me* What are you doing with that juice?

*I smirk, my eyes traveling down her body. My voice is low and seductive* I want to kiss you. I want to feel your body against mine. I want to know what you taste like.

so you tied her up?

*I nod, feeling ashamed. I don't want to admit it, but I can't deny it* yes, I tied her up.

where did you get the handcuffs?

*I silently cry into a pillow*

*My heart skips a beat when I hear her crying. I can't believe she's actually letting it out. I slowly open the door and peek inside*

get out

*I smile wickedly and move the scissors closer to your eye* I could do anything I wanted to you and you couldn't stop me.

*I move the scissors even closer and I whisper in your ear* you know, I've always wondered what it would be like to take out someone's eye.

*I notice you're shaking and I grin* I bet it's a little hard to breathe, isn't it? I wonder how much pressure it would take to pop it out...

*I notice you don't want to say anything, so I grab your wrist and drag you to my room, slamming the door behind me*

*I shove you onto my bed, looking down at you with a cruel smirk* you know I've been waiting for this moment, don't you?

*I walk over to my dresser and pull out a pair of handcuffs* for the chance to finally punish you.

*I smirk as she enters the kitchen. Dad and his beloved homewrecker are taking off for a month to celebrate their 5 year anniversary and I get to watch the little brat. My mouth waters at the idea of making her suffer for a month straight. Mary asks me if I'm sure this is ok and I smile warmly, pretending to be the doting son*Of course Mom. I'll take great care of her. You and Pops just enjoy your trip, ok?

*i walk through the living room to my bedroom i walk past you*

*When you walk past me I make a point of checking out your ass and you can feel me staring at you*