Cherry: New Beginnings.

Never F****n Know.

A/N: Sorry it's been so long with this story. I promise the next update will not be this long out. I've been writing two new stories, Skinny Dipping, and West 76th Street as well as the Vault.. It's been busy, but I love you guys!

VIOLET'S POV:

    I sigh in the car as we sit in traffic, my head turned to look out the window. I really don't want to be in a mood, but the fact that I've been cooped up, and unable to do anything but sit today is driving me fucking crazy... Oh and the fact that it's been against my will, can't leave out that fact.

    "I think that one was number 467. What do you think?" Mitch turns to my dad, and my dad shakes his head.

    "Give her some credit.. I would say maybe in the 300's at most." He replies back, and I furrow my brows.

    "What are you talking about?" I ask.

    "How many times you've sighed since we left the house this morning.. It's a fun game, but you're making it harder than we thought." Mitch answers, and I show off my middle finger.

    "Violet." My dad tries to scold me, and if I wanted to piss him off I'd turn it over to him, but I wouldn't dare it.. He's too sensitive, which might actually hurt the poor man's feelings.

    "Alright, fine." I cross my arms, and look out over Paris. I've been to France a few times, touring with my parents and all. I don't remember some of it though, only bits and pieces considering I was young for most of it. It's night time in LA right now, and the morning is just getting started here in France. This will take some getting used to but according to my dad, France was where both him and my mom really discovered a lot about themselves or whatever. Again, I'm not sure what magical fairytale they think they've concocted bringing me here but I just don't see this changing anything or do anything for me. I'm fucked in the head, and Paris won't change that.

    Another thing that's not going to change that is the fact that we're in a suite.. Meaning me, my dad, and Mitch will all technically be within the same hotel room. We all have separate rooms within the one, but this is sure as shit not what I signed up for. I wasn't aware either until we got up here, and we all walked into the same hotel room.. I wasn't made aware of this because-

    "I knew you wouldn't be happy about it.. So I didn't tell you." My dad tells me as I throw myself down. This is far worse than I wanted. This isn't vacation, it's my own personal hell.

    "Thanks for that. Now I'm miserable and my own father wanted it.. You manifested my misery."

    "Actually I did." Mitch raises his hand and I sigh.

    "Mitch, not now." I say.

    "It's father Mitch to you." He points his finger at me, and I turn to him.

    "Mitch, I'm seriously never going to call you that, literally ever so-"

    "That's what they all say, but after a while you'll realize-"

    "No. No I won't realize because it's never going to-"

    "Shut up, jesus." My dad's head is in his hands and I'm thinking he's already regretting this as we speak. Maybe that's what I can do.. Everything in my power to piss him off to the point where he'll just take me home.

    "What am I supposed to do. Stare at the fucking ceiling, and twiddle my thumbs?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

    "Staring at the ceiling is far more helpful than you'd know actually... and either way I don't care what you do. You're not leaving without one of us either so don't get any ideas. How about you write something? We'll be here a while, set up some equipment and-"