The mistake of second tries

Day 1- Hell, sweet hell

Chapter one

Violet

"Why am I doing his again?" I ask my ginger friend, not turning my eyes on the scenery and Stacey chuckles as she looks at me.

"You're doing it for me, because you're my best friend and I don't wanna spend three whole months without you. And for your mom who misses you." She replies and I scoff.

"You managed it the last three years. And I'm not welcome in my own families house, it took mom two weeks to convince my father to let me stay here." I look at the cab driver who doesn't show the slightest interest in our conversation and drop my eyes, then sigh as I lean back into my seat.

"You're family may want to see you, but mine doesn't exactly want to see me, and to be honest I'm not looking forward to a reunion with my father either." Or with my brother.

"That's why you're welcome to stay at our house as long as you want. You go see them when you're ready." She says, giving me a warm smile and I can't help but return it. Stacey makes everything better.

"At least you're not gonna rot alone in our studio apartment for the next three months, the oxygen level in there drops in no time and you're not the person to remember opening the window at least once a day." She scoffs.

"I don't mind staying alone from time to time. And I most certainly wouldn't have been " I say and she rolls her eyes at me. "So that our whole apartment is vandalized and has a sex odor again, right, Violet honey?" I blink at her, raising a hand to play with my earring as Stacey glares at me and I turn my face away. "Jeez, didn't know you  were still mad because of that." I catch the cab driver eyeing the both of us through the rearview mirror and raise an eyebrow at him. He turns his eyes back on the road. "I still don't know how you broke that mirror." Stacey says and contorts her face when she sees the glint in  my eyes, gagging. "Actually, I do know, just please don't remind me." She turns her eyes to the street and I follow her gaze to the sign just as we pass it.

Greenhills.

I release a puff of air. No going back now.

"Seems like nothing has changed since last summer." Stace says excitedly, squeezing my arm, a sudden happiness in her eyes that is far too rare. She isn't the kind of person to be away from her family for too long, she's the kind of person to grow up in a town and die there just the same. I know she'd rather be here. But I'm too much of a selfish person to let her leave and she's too nice to to leave me. She had never been the one who wanted to go.

My smile slowly melts off my face. Seconds later it begins to rain.

Of course.

I roll my eyes. "Well it would be a wonder if something did ever change in this godforsaken town." I mutter under my breath. Still, Stacey hears me and rolls her eyes right back at me.

"Greenhills doesn't change. Not the town and definitely not the people." I say, exaggerating  on the 'definitely' when she goes to talk back, and I close my window when some raindrops land on my skin.

Her stare turns half mournful, half desperate. "How would you know, Vi? You haven't been here in the last years." I gulp, then grab her hand and give it a squeeze, hopefully delivering my fake smile convincing enough. "I'm sorry, you're right. I'll give it a chance, I promise." That brings that beautiful smile back to her lips, her eyes glimmering with hope and she takes my hand in both of hers, placing a small peck on my fingers.

The cab turns into another, deeply familiar street and we stop in front of her house as Naomi and Leslie walk through the door and run over to us, Theo following a few steps behind.