The mistake of second tries

Day 5- Daddy issues and more

Chapter eight

Violet

Colton opens my door, looking more annoyed than ever. "You're supposed to come downstairs. For breakfast." He almost spits the last word, chuckling to himself, before his expression turns sour again. Dad probably forced him to get me.

I stare at him for a second, before turning to lay on my other side, closing my eyes. "No thanks." Why did I forget to lock my door last night.

"Get up." He commands, my wooden door-frame groaning under the force of his grip and I lift my head up again, letting my hair fall over my eyes so he won't notice me rolling them at him, but I get up despite my annoyance, not wanting to test his quickly wavering patience.

Colton repeats himself before vanishing down the stairs, and I quickly change into some shorts and an oversized T-shirt, removing the remains of my smudged make up, since I went straight to bed last night, after Lea dropped me and Stacey off when we were both shit drunk. Stacey sober enough to stare daggers at the back of her head. I giggled through the whole ride. She's jealous.

I make my way downstairs and yawn as I sit down at the table, moving as far away from Colton as possible, while my mom greets me with a warm comforting smile, throwing a warily glance at my brother and father.

It's moments like these, guilt overthrows me. How could I have possible left my mom alone with two monsters?

I place some pancakes on my plate, pouring too much maple syrup over them before I begin to speak.

"I've invited another friend to the trip, I hope that's okay." I say, only addressing my mom.

When Evelyn lifts her head to nod, Joe cuts in.

"Who did you invite?" I can't detect whether he's angry from his tone, and swallow my food before answering.

"Lea." I say and I notice how three pairs of eyes suddenly snap up.

"You did what?" Colton is the first one to speak and I watch through my curtain of hair, how he balls his hands into fists on the table, voice slightly rising. My little brother was always easy to rile up.

"I invited Lea. To the camping trip." I say, saying the words slow and clear, so he gets it this time.

"Wha- dad!" He yells and I have to refrain from laughing. He did not just do that. Still going to whine to daddy whenever he has a 'problem' he isn't capable of handling himself.

Dad raises an eyebrow at him and I almost laugh at the motion.

"She's my friend, Colton, you've treated her like shit the months you've dated, she needed a favor, I thought this was the opportunity to make it up to her." A lie, obviously, but they don't need to know that.

Colton stares at me, face turning red from anger.

"What, you're hanging out with that piece of shit?" He asks, jumping from his seat and I lean away. No ones safe from my brothers swinging fists.

"Watch your tongue." I provoke him further and it's seems to work, his knuckles turning white as he clenches his hands to fists.

"Dad, say something." He tries to appear calm, but that's not how Coltons temper works. He's pure hot, boiling blood.

"Right, Daddy, please handle my problems for me, I'm not old enough to do it myself!" I tease playfully and Coltons string of patience reaches its end, fist striking out to meet my face, but I've seen it coming this time, and jump out of the way.

Both my parents get up, Evelyn's frightened eyes taking in my father, before she turns to me and motions for me to join her in the kitchen. I follow without her having to convince me further.