Travel

Chapter 2 There At Last

Violet's POV:
As we drive into a road in the middle of the woods, I see a cabin. We go towards it and pull into the driveway. "Here we are." He says. I look around and there's nothing but trees. No houses, no stores, no other cabins. There's just a lake. There's not even houses, cabins or stores across the lake. "We go in. It's huge. "Where should I put my stuff?" I ask. "Oh! Follow me upstairs to our room." We walk upstairs and he brings me to our room. It's a dark blue room with 2 dressers on each side of the bed. There is a king bed that is dark red with black pillows and dark red blankets and sheets. I front of the bed is a black rug to match.
I put my suitcase next to the bed and jump on and lay down. Tate puts his next to mine and lays down too. I sit up and I ask "What are we going to do here?" He sits up. "Anything you want." He leans in and kisses me. I smile and I grab his hand. "How long are we going to be here for?" I ask. "4 weeks " he says. "Well I'm glad I have you to myself for 4 weeks." He laughs and says "I'm glad I have you all to myself for 4 weeks too." We both get up and go downstairs. He starts to cook dinner. "I'm going to go out in the back and look at the lake." I say. "Okay be carful." I smile and head out. I walk down to the water and sit on an old bench.

Tate's POV:
I grab chicken from the cabinet and I realize that Violet is down on the old bench my dad built. She gets up and touches the water. There is a fish there. It's not scared of her. That's one of my favorite things about her. When she is over her depression, she really reaches out to other things and she is always happy. She interacts with things and she always is different. Her soul changes. From black, dark and broken to white, bright and put back together like a puzzle. While the chicken is cooking, I go out to Violet and ask if she wants to go on the water on my moms old boat. We go and I see something. A body. "What is that?" She asks. "I- I don't know." But I really did. I see Violet grabbing a stick and trying to bring it closer. "Is that a- a body?" She says in a voice like she is scared. "Yeah- yes" She sighs. "Oh my god. Who did this? Why? We have to get off the water now!" Violet is freaking out. "Calm down. I don't know who, why and we are getting off the water."

Tate's POV:
We get off the water and Violet is TERRIFIED. She runs up and calls her mom. I rush up quickly so she doesn't tell them about the body. If she does, her parents will take her home and never let me take her away again. I hear her "Hello? Hello? Mom? Hi uh, so we are having a great time and then we went in the water-" she stopped talking and looked at me as I showed her a signal of don't tell them. "Hello? Violet?" I hear her mom say. "Oh- uh sorry um what was I saying?" Her mom sounds nervous. "What happened on the water?Violet?!" Violet replies "Oh uh um we saw- we saw ducks! Yeah we saw ducks." Her mom sighs "okay I'm glad your okay. I'll let you go." They hang up.

Violet's POV:
"Why didn't you let me tell her?" I ask. "Because I love you and I don't want her to make me bring you home and take you away from me. I love you more than anything and I finally have you to myself for a long time without your parents." I'm speechless. Before I could say anything, he walks up and kisses me. I believe him and I understand why he didn't want me to tell her. "I understand why you don't want me to tell her but even if I did and she wanted you to take me home, I wouldn't leave you." He smiles and kisses me again pushing me backwards to the bed. We both fall on top of each other while still kissing. We hear a beep downstairs. "The chicken is ready." We both walk downstairs and eat. After we eat, Tate grabs my hand and brings me on the porch out back. There's lanterns and there a bench decorated with red roses on one side and black roses on the other.

Violet's POV:
It's a memory of when I was depressed. He put black roses because I didn't like normal things then. "It's amazing." I say. He comes up to me and puts his arm around me. "Really? I thought it was too depressing." I laugh "no I love it. When I'm depressed I can sit in a thrown of black roses and when I am not depressed I can sit in a thrown of red roses."