Make You Mine

Two

Violet walked down the street. Tears blurred her vision. She always cried after seeing Leo. She always felt she wasn't worth anything after seeing Leo.

She ran into someone and the impact knocked her down. The person who she ran into was running so he had tripped over Violet when she had fallen. The person let out a small scream when he had fallen. 

Violet stood up and looked at the boy who ran into her. He had shoulder-length red hair and was wearing a graphic tee, with a leather jacket and jeans and converses. He was laying on the ground his eyes squeezed shut and his arms covering his head like he expected someone to attack him or beat him while he was down. 

"Are you alright?" Violet asked sitting beside him. The boy about his emerald eyes and looked at Violet. "Um... I'm fine," he said quietly. He stood up and held his hand out for Violet to take. She did. 

"Sorry," he murmured. "It's alright," Violet said. "I... I didn't hurt you did I?" the boy asked. "No... You didn't hurt me. Are you hurt?" Violet asked. "No. I'm fine," the boy said. "I... I should go," he said. "Wait," Violet said touching his arm before he could runoff. "Yeah," he said. "I'm Violet, what's your name?" she asked. "Axl," the boy said. "Maybe... Maybe we could see each other again. Ya know, hang out," Violet said. Axl smiled and nodded. "I'd like that," he said. "Bye, Axl," Violet said. "Bye, see you... How about tomorrow. I saw you walking out of your house. We're neighbors," Axl said. "Okay, see you tomorrow, Axl," Violet said. "Bye," Axl said running off. 

Violet returned home. This time, Nancy was home. She was drinking wine and crying about how her life was a mess. Look at your daughter! Violet thought. But dared not to say in fear she'd be hit again. 

Nancy paid no attention to Violet as she walked to her room. Violet closed the door behind her and slid down as she began to cry. The third time that day she cried. 

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It was about three o'clock when Violet heard knocks on the window. She opened it and saw Axl standing there. "Axl," Violet said. "Hey, Violet, c-can I... Can I stay here tonight?" Axl asked looked down at his shoes and he was quiet when he spoke.

Was he embarrassed? Or maybe just shy. 

"Alright, you can stay," Violet said. Axl crawled through the window and looked at Violet as if to say, now what? Violet turned on the light and looked at Axl. His face was bruised. Violet gasped. Axl didn't look like that when she saw him earlier that day. 

"Axl, what happened to your face?" Violet asked reaching out to touch Axl's face. The touch felt electrocuting. Violet bit her lip as Axl looked at her with beautiful emerald eyes. Violet's heart pounded. 

Why did she feel like this? She didn't feel like this with Leo! So why did she feel like that with Axl?

Axl grabbed her wrists and moved her hands from his face. "It's nothing," Axl said. "Axl, it has to be something. You didn't look like this earlier," Violet said. "Can we not talk about it?" Axl asked. Violet nodded. "We don't have to talk about it," She said. "You can sleep on the bed. I'll take the floor." "No, this is your house. I can sleep on the floor," Axl said. "Okay, I'll go get some blankets," Violet said. 

She walked to the closet and Axl watched her with intensity. Violet bent down to pick up some blankets and Axl watched. He knew he shouldn't have been staring. But he was. 

To Axl, Violet was beautiful. But to Violet, she was ugly. 

Axl helped Violet make a place on the floor beside Violet's bed for Axl to sleep. "You'll be comfortable?" Violet asked. "Yeah," Axl said. "I'll be fine." 

Violet listened to the soft sounds of his breathing as he slipped off to sleep. She looked at him lovingly. He's cute. She thought. And sweet. 

Axl was nothing like Leo. Axl was nice to Violet. Axl didn't hit her or yell at her. He didn't really talk much either. But when he did, his voice was quiet and soft. 

Violet was soon head over heels for Axl. 

What about Leo? What if he kills himself because I left? I don't want that to happen. Violet thought. 

She looked over at Axl one more time before rolling over in bed and falling asleep.