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27 | it's cold outside

"Violet, I just think if you went outside it would do you good."

"Nope, not happening. If I go out there I'm falling right into her trap, she wants me where she can see me, where she knows I am."

"You can't let her control your life Violet-"

"What like I already did? Mary, would you kindly tell Pat that I will not be leaving my room?" Violet said tiredly.

It had been 2 whole weeks.

2 week, and Violet hadn't yet left the house since the revelation of her past traumatic experiences.

"Vi-"

"Mary, please."

"Oh, yeah, right, Violet says she not move from 'ere," Mary tried to recall what Violet had said.

"Yes Mary, I heard, she is right in front of me," Pat frustratedly said. All he wanted was for Violet to not keep herself locked up. He felt the same way not long after he died. He didn't want to leave where he was, but it had soon turned into a feeling of being trapped when he realised he couldn't leave the grounds of Button House.

"Mary, tell-"

"Right young lady," Pat began, which caught Violet's attention easily as she looked him in the eye for the first time in their conversation.

"Do not bring poor Mary into this anymore. You are wasting away up here. I know, I know what happened recently has shaken you up. But you can't let yourself do this. Don't let her win, Violet. You'll end up regretting it."

Pat left the room, Mary awkwardly following as she didn't want to be hanging around whilst Violet was lost in her thoughts.

Her mum had been so close to finding her. If not that, she has already found her. What made Violet feel even more uneasy was the fact that even on the slightly pixelated video (Barclay clearly didn't know a lot about cameras) you could see her tight grip onto a cutout of paper.

Maybe it was a photograph.

Maybe it was from a newspaper.

Quite frankly, Violet couldn't care less about the finer details. But she had to draw her mind to something else otherwise she'd be hooked on the past that had blurred the lines she created between holding back and telling the truth.

It was sinful that she was the one who felt guilty in all of this. The actions she took had no real harm to others yet because of her relation, danger had been brought to Button House.

Violet reminded herself that Alison also got slightly hurt the day Kelly Jenkins came barging through and caused a scene. And if that was then, she dreaded to think what would happen if her mum was daring enough to tread foot in the vicinity of the house once more.

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"Finally emerged from the dead then? Hmm?" Julian quipped, pausing his game of chess with Robin to make the comment as soon as he saw Violet enter the room.

Truth be told, he was not expecting her to have left her room, but he knew she wouldn't like that sort of reaction and went with being sarky instead.

"Leave it out, Julian," Violet muttered as she pulled up a chair to observe the competitive board game happenings.

"Well, seeing as you're here now, you might as well make yourself useful and move the pieces for us," Julian pushed his luck.

Violet scoffed, folding her arms.

"Please?" Robin joined in and did his best attempt at giving her puppy eyes. Instead he was more like a dog doped up on anaesthetic - Violet was sure she saw a bit of drool seep out of his mouth but couldn't be sure.