Tate and Violet- Forever Yours

Chapter 31

Violet.

Looking out of the huge ancient window I can see the dark black clouds roll across the long forgotten sky. The rain aggressively bleated down on the helpless ground beneath it, causing large muddy pools to be created. Gazing across the garden to where the proud oak tree stands I see it tremble and groan under the harsh winds relentless pressure.

Pressing my hand against the thin cold window I continue to cast my gaze out the window as the problems of the last couple of days swirl in my mind.

It's been days since I last spoke to Tate or Michael. Three to be exact, but it's not like I've been counting or anything like that.

I can't seem to wrap my head around all of this. I can't seem to understand how Tate and Michael know each other.

They couldn't possibly be friends because Tate can't leave this God forsaken house and before Michael moved in I had never seen him before. So then how do they know each other.?

I know that something dodgy is going on and that Michael and Tate are definitely hiding something from me.

I don't know if I can handle all this bullshit and drama. Not anymore, not when things had just started to look up for me. I had a new best friend, my relationship with mum had never been better and slowly started to reopen my heart to Tate again.

Sometimes I wish that I could get away from it all.

If I was free I would run far away from this place and not once would I ever turn back to see what I had left behind.

If I could obliterate my presence plunging myself into eternal darkness I would do it in a blink of an eye. The only problem however is that you can't kill your self when you're already dead.

I know that sometimes my mind can run away and wonder off to dark places that doesn't help my mood or make me feel any better about the shit situation I have been thrown into.

Heavy footsteps slowly begin to make their way down the corridor and stop just outside of my room. My heartbeat began to race as I think about who could be outside of my door.

Secretly I hope it's Tate. I've really missed him these past few days and I know that he will tell me the truth about what happened between him and Michael the other day.

Quickly turning around from the window I quickly fix my hair before the door is flung open. Finally the true identity of the footsteps was uncovered, but it wasn't Tate. It was someone who I had never expected would be knocking on my door.

It was Hayden.

Now I really am curious what this bitch has to say. So I suppose I shouldn't tell her to fuck off yet. Aww that's such a shame.

"Violet , you slut. Get your filthy whore paws off my man, because Michael is mine now"

Hayden seemed really angry and i'm not going to lie to myself her words were like tiny daggers that seemed to go straight to my heart.

Come on Violet get a grip on yourself for fuck's sake, you can't let that little bitch talk to you like that.

"Hayden I thought you were supposed to be madly in love with my dad."

Her face seems to drop as soon as I mentioned dad and that made me extremely happy as I knew I had shut her up. Hayden stood with her hands on her hips sending me death glares as I smirked at her slapped arse expression.

She launched herself at me digging her sharp cat claws into the soft flesh of my arm.

Screaming in pain I try to whack her off me but all she does is grip on tighter to my arm, laughing.

"Hayden, you little bitch. Get the fuck off me"

Trying to think a way out of this awkward situation I grab a hold on Hayden's loes hair and tug on it sharply.

She starts screaming and I can see little tears well up in her eyes. I kept on pulling her hair tighter this time, till she withdrew her claws from my air.

What it's not my fault. The bitch brought this all on herself

I can hear another set of shoes walking up the landing towards my room.

"Violet , are you ok. I heard screams" The fimar voice of Michael echos through the empty corridors.

The door slowly creaked open as he peeps his head into my room. All of a sudden the sweet innocent expression Michael usually wears is changed into one of anger.

He pushes the door roughly open and I almost jump as it slams into the wall.

"Hayden, we need to talk"

Hayden's face looks shocked but she slowly picks herself up off the floor and slowly follows Michael who had left the room, like a loyal dog with it's tail between it's leg.

I really do hope that she gets what's coming to her. Karma's a Bitch if you didn't already know.