WARNING: Violence, talk and acts of abuse, bullying, etc. This book is more character than plot-based. I also wrote this EONS ago so I may not agree with the way I have portrayed some things as at today. Would really appreciate constructive feedback...
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"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" Hale whispered with tears streaming down his face. He reached out to hold my hand but I jerked away for he might as well have burned me.
"Please, Violet, please... I..." He sank back to sit on the floor opposite me and put his head in his hands.
"I'm not doing this with you, anymore." I said between silent sobs, shuffling my feet slow inch by slow inch to the bathroom door.
"It was a mistake!" Hale cried. "You can't just leave me over a mistake!"
I winced at how loud his voice was, but I was so close to my exit.
"This is not a negotiation, Hale." I said as firmly as I could and hoped I could just pull the door open and flee.
But no, the door swung open and Mrs. Frances stepped in with a smile that made my stomach sink to the floor.
"I say it is, Violet Adams." She said, then cast a sour look to her son who was still on the floor.
"Get up, you dummy and go get some ice and make-up" she snapped and he rushed to his feet. I didn't want to be left alone with Franca, not when she was worse than her son.
"I'm afraid you'll have to stay with my son, Violet." she said, her sharp blue eyes regarding me with calm frost.
"Wh-what?" I asked. "He hit me! He's going to keep..."
"Oh please, you love him and you cannot just give up on him. So what if you have to endure a little pain? Life is pain for a woman." She said.
I stared at her perfect face in a rush of emotions before concluding on one thing. "You are insane."
"I am a mother." She laughed a small perfect laugh, "you'd understand when you're one yourself. I must do everything in my power to create the type of young man I need to take over after me."
"A spoiled, insensitive brat?! He would never-!"
"A man who knows that anything he wishes to have, he will get. I do wonder what he sees in you, but I will not be a hinderance to his growth."
My trembling was worse now, the floor untrustworthy to keeping me upright. I just wanted to go home. "Please- please, Franca, you can't make me..."
'Can't', apparently was a trigger word here and in a split second, her hand was tight around my jaw before I could even exhale, painfully forcing me to look up at her as her fingers dug into my skin.
"Oh I believe I can, Little Violet. You see that poor restaurant your Father's trying to keep afloat? Yes, the same one he worked so hard to get, what if he burned it down? With his own hands?! Oh, and what wonderful ways to ruin your mother's life? Which one shall I choose? I could start with making sure she could never step out of this country again..."
