My heavy eyelids flickered open, panic waking me instantly as the unfamiliarity settled in.
I was in a bright room, the sun shining in through white curtains catching my eyes and blinding me momentarily. My eyes darted around the room, trying to work out the puzzle.
A coffee table to my left had my phone and my clothes folded beside it. My hands grabbed at the material on my body and I looked down at the grey t-shirt and red pyjama pants, both looked like they belonged to a man.
"Hey, Violet?" I soft voice called. I turned around to the source.
In a tiny kitchen stood Ty, his blue eyes staring at me concerned.
"What happened?" I mumbled.
"You called me to pick you up at the park. You didn't say what happened, you were just crying a lot and said you needed somewhere to stay." He explained carefully. "You kept saying that you can't go home."
"Oh..." I sighed. I stared at the clothes on the table and flashes of memory started to come back to me.
I remembered messing up a lot of orders and being sent out of the bar. Then I took out the trash...
Hadeon.
The guy with blood coming out of his mouth, his nose, his eyes.
Hadeon almost killed that guy.
For all I know, he eventually did.
"Violet, if you need help... You can stay here, as long as you need to."
I stared up at Ty, tears brewing in my eyes still raw from my sobs last night.
I thought that Hadeon was the good guy. I ignored everything because I... I truly believed it. Maybe I only wanted to believe it. I convinced myself that there was good people who did bad things.
A good person would never do that to someone.
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Ultraviolet
RomanceBoston was Violet's escape. Far away from a horrible foster family, a life sentence, and corrupt cops. She packed her bags, changed her name, and ran towards freedom in the form of her long lost sister. Except her sister has some secrets of her own...
