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...
it's been way too long since I posted here. I do hope you are ready for this chapter full of revelation and tears. Almost cried while writing this one but I still hope you'll enjoy it, if so please comment and vote, it would make me very very happy. Have a good read<3333333
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Logan Reat:
I don't feel weak or pathetic, no. I know I probably should but that's just what the people you love do, don't they? They make you feel comfortable enough to share your whole life story with them and I'm ready to tell Violet.
Because guess fucking what, this woman made me love her. I know I do, I have since the day she ran across the street even with an injury just so she could wrap her arms around me. It was the night we got her out of Michelangelo's mansion in Italy and that bullet grazed her leg. She didn't care about her injury, she just wanted to be close to me and since that day I have been madly in love with Violet. It just took me a moment to realize it.
She calms me, she doesn't even know she does. But the way she's tracing the ink on my chest and on my arms makes me want to fall asleep to it. "The numbers." I nod right as she circles the number 57 and she hums. "You always asked me what they meant. It's my body count. How many people I have killed." her fingers halt and I'm afraid I scared her away. "Are you scared?" I whisper, my voice slightly breaking and she shakes her head. "I trust you Logan." she answers and I don't know if she notices how happy that makes me.
I bite my inner cheek. "He's supposed to be dead," I start as the room grows quiet. "My father." I finish with heavy weight on my shoulders. I watch her tense and she looks up at me. "Your father?" she asks and I nod, sniffing. "He-... he was killed, by me on my nineteenth birthday." I fist the sheets, feeling my hands begin to shake again. "I watched him die in front of me, Violet. I don't get it how is he still alive?" my voice barely a whisper as tears are threatening to run out of my eyes at any second.
"I killed him, I- I shot him, I made sure he wasn't breathing anymore, it's impossible that he's alive I-"she shushes me and I soon realize I'm starting to panic again. I nod, taking deep breathes again. "What happened with your father, Logan?" she asks in that voice again. The voice that's so reassuringly calm and it's like she's trying to tell me that she's always here. And I'm so grateful for that.
"You asked me why I can never say no today, didn't you?" I say and she nods, her eyes saddening. "Because he never cared. Violet, you don't want to know the things he did to me and my mother," I breathe. "He- when I was nine he started to train me. Well, I guess he started teaching me with six but the real training started with nine." I fiddle with my hands and Violet grabs them, putting them in hers as I close my eyes.
"It all started easy with learning how to hold a gun, or fighting but then one night these- these men, they showed up in my room and took me with them. I had no idea what was going on by the time and I remember sitting there in the trunk of their bus and I just- I couldn't stop crying and I was screaming, trying to find a way to get out of there." I'm transferred back to that night and I have to open my eyes and look at Violet in order to stop myself from breaking down again.
