Tate and Violet- Forever Yours

Chapter 23- Violet

Violet

I'm just sitting on my bed curled up in my browsing position as I read a load of horror stories on Wattpad.

That's another thing I have to be grateful to Michael for. The internet, oh and electricity.

For the past 19 or so years we have been living without WiFi, without gas, and without electricity.

I mean how are a bunch of ghosts supposed to pay bills and won't it look a bit dodgy if an empty house is being used. They might think we are squatters and call the police on us.

No. We've had to live without that stuff.

Luckily I don't feel the cold, and not being able to charge my phone didn't bother me seeing as I have no one to call or text. That kind of comes with being dead for the past few decades.

The internet is the one thing I did miss, oh and let's not forget the TV. Things have changed so much in the past 20 years and I've had to catch up on the gifs and the memes, and the new bands that have appeared.

Wattpad has been my tether to the outside world. The stories are actually quite good and the people on it seem really cool and nice. I was even thinking about writing down my life story but saying it's a fictional horror story.

But come off it, who would want to read a story about a girl whose psycho boyfriend raped and impregnated her mother.
Not me.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Violet, honey can I speak to you"

The door to my room slowly gets pushed inwards and I see my estranged mother standing nervously at the door.

"Mum what do you want ?

I pulled my self off the bed and threw my phone into the folds of my duvet. Standing at the foot of the bed I'm staring at my mum as she makes her next move.

" I'm so sorry Violet. I've been such a shit mother lately. I do understand you are an adult and I know you want to be seen as one. I've been putting my feelings before yours and hurt you when I was the one who wanted to protect you. I am truly sorry Violet and if you give me a second chance and forgive me I will be a better mother to both you and little Jeffery.

Wow.
I didn't expect that. I can almost feel my eyes getting watery. I will not cry in front of my mother , I just won't do it.

She says she will recognise me as an adult and I believe her. She was just trying to protect me, in her eyes I'm still her child . I can forgive mum. I love her and I could do with her I opinion on the whole Tate, Michael situation.

"Of course I will forgive you, Mum."

Walking up to her I give her a massive hug and she hugs me back.

"So tell me all about this Michael. Is he as hot as Chad says he is? "

Oh my god. My mother did not just ask me if my kind of sort of friend was hot.

I mean, of course, he is hot. He is stunning but I'm not going to tell Mum that she might think I have a crush in him.

Which is so not true.
I like Michael, I really do like him. Just not in that way, something about him just seems a little too familiar to me. Like he could be my long lost cousin or something.

"No mum, I haven't really thought about it before"

She gave me a questioning look but seemed to drop the subject. I really did not want to talk with my Mum about guys. That is one thing that was out off our approved conversation list unless I was the one to bring it up. Which I never would.

"OK sweetie whatever you say, don't tell your old Mum anything then"

Oh great. She's never going to drop this subject. Great my peaceful days of reading stories on Wattpad are now going to be ruined by my nosy Mother.