Without Words

37- Truth and Revelations

Trigger Warning: Again, the words and details are not explicitly stated or described but there will be heavy implications of abuse and suicide.

A/N: Story is also close to ending so next chapter would be action-filled.

A week has passed since we last saw Noah. I've tried calling his phone but all I'm getting is service unavailable. I was getting worried and worried by the day and was already imagining the worst.

"What is this box, Elle?" Matt asked as he rummaged through my studio. My studio is now his official hangout place in the house and makes it appoint to have coffee or read books in the balcony while I work on my paints inside, he still doesn't appreciate its smell.

Seeing as I'm working with color pencils at the moment, he's lounging inside, grabbing whatever took his interest. I glanced at what he was pointing. "Oh, Mrs. Page asked me to hand you her birthday gift from my last visit. I completely forgot about that."

Considering that I was spooked and panicked after said visit, it has slipped my mind. In fact, I remembered I also took some things from Violet's room myself, under the loosened tile. I stood up and looked for the bag I hid it into.

"I wonder what they could have given me." Matt pondered as he excitedly opened it, plopping on the armchair near me. "I don't exactly talk to them and I think they like you better than me."

I grabbed the letters and notebook and sat on the floor near him, putting the items in a pile in front of me. There were a bunch of stationaries but I focused on the black notebook. I thought it was for weird Violet to pick that color for her diary, she usually likes bright and happy colors. Leaving the stationaries and letters for a while, I grabbed the diary and scanned its entries.

"Huh, figured." Matt stated as I continually ignored him. "She gave me a blanket. Who gives blankets as gifts nowadays? What even were...oh, it's soft."

I turned another page, and another, and another. My hands were shaking as I absorbed everything that Violet has written.

"I would've preferred another color but this is surprisingly good quality material." Matt continued talking near me while I was on the verge of panic and horror at the words in front of me. "Do you think you can ask them where they bought- Elle?"

I put down the notebook containing all the darkness and pain Violet had endured for years, not noticing the tears in my eyes.

"What's wrong?" Matt threw the blanket away and sat next to me on the floor.

I passed the diary tremblingly to him. "Violet."

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"Are you sure this is her handwriting?" Declan asked, perusing the diary once again.

"A hundred percent."

"And you took this with Mrs. Page's permission?"

"She asked me to go inside Violet's room and take anything of hers I want." I answered confidently, proud that my voice didn't crack. "They let me in their house. I wasn't breaking or entering."

"This is a serious accusation." Declan put it down, folding his hands at the table as he regarded us. After reading its contents, Matt and I ran to the Monroe's and told Dan about it. We would've told Devon but he's at the office so we showed the diary to Declan instead. Seeing he's a lawyer too, he might know what to do. "You realize that if this leads to court, you would have to testify?"

"I understand."

"And Noah too."

"We'll talk to him." It was Matt who answered.