Hanging Tree

Chapter 34

Violet

I woke up to find myself on my bed. I felt sick and disgusting. My throat felt dry. I got up and walked over to the mirror and looked at my reflection. I looked absolutely frightful. My hair was sticking out in every direction possible and my eyes were red. My cheeks had evidence of my tears last night and they were puffy. Not only did I feel disgusting, I even looked disgusting.

Looking at myself in the mirror was when all the memories hit me like a tidal wave. I remember skipping detention. I remember getting to the mall with Zayn. I remember our yogurt. I remember meeting Louis and Harry. I remember entering the bar. I remember watching the most hurtful thing I've ever seen. I remember my boyfriend cheating on me.

Walking into that bar and watching Calum's face attached to another girl's face felt as if I was placing salt on a bleeding wound ; I knew it was going to hurt but I still did it. And now it still stings and I know its going to be stinging for some time.

I remember sitting by The Hanging Tree and bawling my eyes out. I remember waking up to find Zayn beside me and him bringing me somewhere. But what I don't remember is how I got home and how I got in bed. Where is Zayn?

Since I looked horrid, I decided I should head to the showers. I stepped in and turned the valve, causing warm water to pour out of the shower head. The water cascaded over me. Washing away the tears of last night, but not washing away the memories. I would love getting into the shower if it could wash away the pain and memories of someone. That would be amazing. I wouldn't ever leave the shower if that was possible.

I must've been in the shower for too long because the room started to fog up. I sighed and turned the shower off. I wrapped a towel around me attempting to keep myself warm. I got out into my room and picked out something comfortable to wear. I'm supposed to be at school today but at this point, I couldn't even care. I did my hair up into a messy bun and walked out of my room.

Just as I was about the close my room door I heard muffled voices. I closed my door lightly, making sure not to make any noises and I made my way to the peak of the stairs.

"What happened to her? This isn't like her," I heard a woman's voice say. It was pretty obvious she was crying or trying her best not to cry.

"I don't know, honey."

These voices sounded so familiar but I couldn't quite put a finger on it.

"Criada, has anything been happening in Violet's life lately?"

And that's when everything hit me. The only person who calls Rosie, criada is my dad. But what is my dad doing here? If dad's here then that also means mom is here. But what are they doing here?

I made my way downstairs and I heard everyone stop talking as they watched me walk down the stairs.

"Mama?" I asked trying to sound confused so they wouldn't know I was eavesdropping.

"Oh mi querida hija," my mom said as she ran into my arms.

Um okay?

My mom hardly spoke in Spanish to me. The only reason I knew Spanish is because I spent the first six years of my life at Mexico. But my parents soon moved me and Eliot here and decided to bring Rosie along.

"Why are you crying?" I asked her, this time really confused.

My dad walked closer and hugged me right after my mom let go.

"Well got a call from your school," my dad explained.

"And?" I asked.

"Since when did you start getting into detention?" my mom asked.

Oh.

"It was just once, mama," I tried explaining to her.

"No. Not only did you get into detention but you also skipped it? What is wrong with you, Violet?" my mom asked, furious right now.

"Honey, calm down," my dad said, trying to comfort her.

She looked at my father and said, "This is not the girl we raised. We did not raise our little girl to turn into this irresponsible animal."

Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.

I didn't say anything but I just stood there, taking in all those words. I got it at school, I got it at home.

"Don't talk like that about our daughter!" my father raised his voice at my mom.

"Don't you dare be on her side, Derek!" my mom fought back.

"I'm not on anyone's side! But you are not allowed to talk about our daughter like that!"

"Our daughter? She isn't even our daughter! I don't even know who is this person anymore! We did not raise her to turn out like this. She is an absolute atrocity!" my mom said.

I have had enough of this.

"You didn't even raise me," I said softly but loud enough for her to hear.

"Qué dijiste?" my mom asked me.

"I said you didn't even raise me!" I said a little louder and clearer this time.

"Don't talk like that to me, mujer joven!" my mother hissed at me.

" You were never there for me! Both of you! You want to know who was there? Eliot. My brother. He was the only one there! The both of you were always on business trips!" 

"But that's our job, Violet. We work hard for you and Eliot," my dad said softly. 

I honestly loved my dad. He has always been there for me and I felt bad for talking to him like this but I had to blame both my parents. 

"Lo sé, papá. But maybe you could just take a break and be there for the both of us. We have literally been living our lives without parents."

"What do you mean without parents?! What are we to you, Violet?!"

"Well it doesn't seem like you're parents. You seem like dead parents to me."

And that's when I got slapped across the face by my mother. "Don't ever talk to us like that," my mother said, venom in her voice.

A drop of tear rolled down my cheek as I looked at her in disbelief. "Proved my point of how you're not my mother," I said to her as I ran upstairs.

I went into my room and slammed the door. I slumped onto the floor and cried my eyes out. Can my life get any worse? First Calum and now this? Never have I ever imagined myself getting into a fight with my parents.

I have always agreed and obeyed what my mother had told me to do even though I always hated it. Never have I ever raised my voice at her. Heck I've never even disagreed with her.

I guess something in me just snapped today. I knew eventually I had to go down there and apologize but trust me, that day is not today.

I wiped away my tears and got up. I grabbed my phone and a pair of earphones. I locked my door and made my way over to my window and climbed out onto the roof. 

I used to do this all the time when I was really depressed. There's a tree in between mine and Eliot's room which would usually help me get up here. 

I plugged in my earphones and blasted Fall Out Boys and Shawn Mendes. 

I stayed up here for about hours as I stared at the clouds passing by and me being in my own world. 

But I was dragged away from dream land and kicked back into reality when someone tugged on my leg, causing me to slip and start sliding down the roof. 

NOTE// Heyyyyy. Umm I had a parents teacher meeting thing today and it sucked. Yeah. Umm my school's going to be having this charity thing. I guess that's exciting? Idk. Another chapter yay. Vote and comment :)