Violet Rose,
the definition of perfect as she grew up in a family with fame obsessed parents. Never has it been easy for her, publishing her own first book at seventeen, her parents wanting her to get married at twenty three.
But what if there's a m...
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Violet Rose:
I wake up stirring in my seat, or whatever thing I'm sitting in right now. My eyes stay closed as I don't think I'm able to open them, they hurt. My eyelids feel so heavy that I don't know if I could ever open my eyes again anyway.
My outside is aching. My arms, my legs, my chest, my back, my head, my everything hurts. It feels like my whole body is breaking apart with only a small movement of mine. I want to scream in order to let my pain out but even just opening my mouth hurts.
On the inside otherwise I just feel numb. Everything's quiet and I don't feel anything anymore. I've made it, I'm safe and yet I know that I'm alone right now. I don't want to be alone, not anymore. I spent a month alone and while doing that I loved it. I loved the feeling no one was there to hurt me, I loved spending time with myself and my thoughts, even if they were awful.
But now I'm safe and I don't want to be alone anymore. I don't want anyone to bring me back there where I was before, I want to go home and stay with someone I can trust to make sure I never have to go through something like that again. Because believe it or not, I don't think I would have survived another night there.
Yeah sure, it isn't the first time I have said this, but after the first night of not knowing if you'll wake up in the morning you just get used to it and expect it to happen every time. I didn't sleep a lot because of that and because of the people that would invade my dreams and turn them into nightmares. I didn't sleep because I was way too scared of it.
But now all I want to do is sleep because I'm safe. Still I force my eyes to open and blink a few times to focus on the world around me. I'm in a car, it's stood on the side of a road and it's dark outside. Only lampposts are giving me the opportunity to look at the inside of the car.
It's black but I like it, it looks really rich and nice. Almost a bit familiar if I'm honest which reminds me of Logan. The guy who carried me out of that house I call hell, he called Logan, didn't he? He told him to come to me but I never saw him.
I only felt someone pick me up and that felt right. I felt so good in that person's arms and all my problems seemed to fade. But is it possible that it was just a different Logan and not my Logan? Not that he is mine, but you get it. I hope it wasn't but at the same time I do. I don't want him to get hurt because of me and the things I saw didn't look friendly. He saves children, he wouldn't survive a day in the mafia, right?
Quiet voices make my eyes open further and I let out a groan when I try to move but only pain strikes through my body. It feels like my body is on fire. The voices aren't in this car and when my eyes search around me I see three people standing on the other side of the road, talking. Two are facing towards me and one is facing the other way but I know them, I know I do.
