Such a Good Girl | the original

17 | goodbyes

My eyes widened as Cain spoke his words, not the slightest regret evident in his voice. Tears blurred my vision as I could imagine the frightened face on Megan's face. Yes, she might've been irritating but she surely did not deserve to die.

"Cain, you did what?"

"I killed her. I shot her, took her with me back here, and got rid of her," he spoke, his voice monotone. A sob bubbled out of my mouth, as I felt with Megan. "W-why?" I stammered as I tried my hardest to keep my sobs inside.

"I didn't like her, or the way she spoke to you so I killed her." I was flabbergasted as I heard the words spill out of his mouth so effortlessly. The fact that he couldn't see the wrong in that concerned me.

"This is me, Violette. I'm not a seventeen-year-old senior, who has a rich dad. This is me," he spoke, looking at me, with those green eyes I once cherished. It hurt me, not the lying, but the fact that he could take someone else's life, and come kiss me right after.

"You killed her!" I screamed, lunging at him. I cried as I started to hit his chest with my hands fisted. I just hit him, as he let me. "You lied to me!" I cried while hitting him. I couldn't control my breathing.

I just cried as I let all my pain out on him. The more he let me hit him, the more frustrated I got. I wanted him to fight me back, I wanted him to hit me too.

Cain's arms wrapped around me, as I still tried to hit him. "Fight me back," I cried as I felt his chin rest on my head. I felt my body go limp, as I let him hold me while I cried my eyes out. Everything that had happened, all hit me now, and I couldn't stop the feeling of betrayal.

I just let the water run down my cheeks, as Cain whispered sweet nothings into my ear. I felt pathetic melting into his touch as if he hadn't just told me he had lied to me, but I couldn't help it. As much as I tried to hate Cain for lying this entire time I couldn't help but feel safe in his arms.

And the thought of that made me sob even harder. "It hurts," I sobbed into Cain's chest as his arms tightened around me. My mother, who wasn't even my mother, had lied to me. My actual mother disowned me before I could even spell my own name.

My aunt knew about my fake mother, if not about Esmeralda as well, and her boyfriend beats me on a daily basis. The boy I thought would be different, turned out to be a twenty-year-old mafia don, for the most ruthless and dangerous mafia in America.

"It hurts Cain," I cried as his hand stroked down my back.

"I'm so sorry baby, I'm so so sorry," he whispered as he let me ruin his shirt with my tears. I felt overwhelmed and couldn't stop crying. Not only had my entire life been a lie, but I couldn't hate the man who had lied to me, and convinced me that my life was sunshine and butterflies.

I don't know what my true mother wanted with me, and I had no intention of wanting to see her at all. The thought of her, made more tears escape my eyes. I was so tired of feeling bad for myself, and I was so tired of crying all the time.

Even if I tried to, I couldn't stop crying. I tried multiple times and every time I'd think I had succeeded more tears would stream down my face. This isn't fair. Everyone else my age had normal teens with normal teen problems.

Not having to worry about their mother, who by the way had lied for sixteen years, being the mafia don to another one of the most dangerous mafias in the state. "I can't anymore, I can't take it," I nearly screamed into Cain's chest as more tears flooded down my cheeks.

It felt like my heart had been ripped out, crushed, and torn apart in a

blender. "Yes, you can, darling."

"No, I can't! Everything is a lie! You, my mother, whoever that fake mother is, my aunt, God, Cain you! You! That's what hurts! Not that some old woman lied to me, or that my aunt's boyfriend hits me! You lying to me, convincing me that I'm normal, is what hurts!" I sobbed not being able to see due to all the tears blurring my vision.

Cain was quiet, and all that could be heard was the small sniffles I let out. "It fucking hurts Cain, don't you get that?" I cried. I was sick and tired of crying, but I couldn't stop. What the hell was I supposed to do?

Literally, my entire existence is a lie. At this point, I'm not even sure if my name is Violette Miller. "I wish I never met you," I lied right through my teeth. I knew it was a lie, I was just hurt and mad at him, at everyone.

His head shot up, and his breath hitched before he spoke, "No you don't."

"I do. I do, I really do," I said, as more sobs bubbled out of my mouth. I didn't, but maybe if I kept saying it out loud, I would convince myself that it was true.

"Violette, look at me. We can run away, you, me, and my mafia. We can stay under the radar, and live the life you always wanted. I can give you that Violette. I can give you whatever you want, just don't leave. Not now."

His words stung to my heart, and my crying only increased.

"Cain, listen to yourself! Running away? I haven't even graduated yet, and you want to run away?"

"Yes, Violette, yes I do! Fuck you can't leave me, you can't leave us behind!"

"Cain, for heaven sakes there is no us! It was all lies, what don't you get? Everything we shared was all a fucking lie! None of it was true!" I sobbed as I watched him run his fingers through his black locks.

"You can't leave me. Not now."

"Why not, Cain? You feel nothing towards me, you used me for your own benefit! We hung out, kissed, had sex and it was all so you could lure my mother out of hiding," I said, sniffles interrupting my words.

Cain looked split with himself, as he tugged on his hair letting out deep sighs. It looked like he was having a mental battle with himself. I dried my tears, as my cheeks were stinging from all the salt water.

I walked towards the door, planning on never seeing this penthouse, or Cain Garcia again. I was willing to leave him in the past if he was willing to let me go.

"I can't let you go, because I love you."

His words rang in my ears as I stopped in my tracks, not turning around. I couldn't look into his eyes. Those green forest eyes and the plump lips would convince me to stay with him.

"I've fallen in love with you Violette. You've made me feel more alive than any prostitute, fling, or girlfriend ever could. You can't leave me, Violette. Please don't leave."

More tears ran down my sore cheeks, as my heart was racing. And for the third time, after getting to know Cain Garcia I lied to him again.

"I don't love you."