wings | bbc ghosts

18 | unfriendly visits

Mike and Alison,

I'm sorry I've kept you in the dark for so long, but I owe you this much.
I've gone to visit someone at Crawlee Prison.
Yes, I know you're confused, maybe worried, but this is something I need to do, to get some answers.

You'll see me later today, don't worry, should be back by 2pm, I'm not running away haha.

Oh and please try and keep this from the ghosts, you know what they're like!
They'll only make a big thing of it.
Just tell them I've gone for a walk or something.
- Violet

"Well then, there's the answer I wanted..." Mike sighs as he picks up the note that was slid under their bedroom door.

"Aly, Alison, wake up," he wakes up his wife to show her the note that was left for the both of them.

"What? Mike? Give me chance to wake up first," Alison groggily responds, sitting up and stretching her limbs. She wasn't expecting Mike to be waving around a bit of paper in her face as soon as she woke up.

Eventually, Alison reads through the note after waking up a bit more.
"At a prison? You don't think..."

"What?" Mike asked confused, he didn't know what she was trying to infer.

"Well, remember the robbery, and that guy was someone she knew," Alison said looking for Mike's reaction.

"Oh my god, why on Earth would she go there for?" Mike wondered, eyes wide.

"Look at this note, we've got our answer. I think she's still got quite a few to find for herself."

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Violet was sat anxiously in a waiting room, lip caught between her teeth and leg bouncing up and down. Occasionally she would look around nervously as if someone in the room would recognise her, but it only made her seem more jittery and suspicious.

"Visitation starts now, you have half an hour," a voice spoke.

The girl stood up, taking a deep breath and trying to get herself together. She followed the other people around her, filing through into a room filled with chairs and tables set up.

Violet took a seat and waited for the prisoners to walk through. She looks down at her lap and hears footsteps, and then a scoff. She closes her eyes before mustering up some courage and preparing herself for the confrontation she was about to endure.

"Oh you can't be serious," Nev rolled his eyes, reluctant to take a seat and join his childhood friend at the table in front of him. Part of him was surprised to even see Violet sat there, especially after what had happened the last time he saw her. Did he feel bad for walking away and leaving her to lay there? Maybe, just a little bit. But he ultimately felt betrayed, and wasn't going to give away anything too easily.

"Just sit down," Violet folded her arms and leant back into her chair, trying to present a confident demeanour. 

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" he sarcastically said.

"Look, Nev, I'm gonna be frank here and tell you-"

"Who is Frank?" he stupidly asked. 

Violet was half tempted to face palm right there and then. For someone who could be quite manipulative, his brain wasn't so switched on in other areas. 

"You are proper stupid, do you know that? Just shut up and let me finish. I'm gonna be... blunt here, and tell that I need answers, Nev. I've been waiting for too long for them," she firmly told him.