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...
I started school again yesterday and I'm already so fucking done for. However, I usually post more often when I have school just because writing and editing calms me down a lot, soooo, I guess you guys should be happy. Have a good read and if you like this chapter please leave a comment and vote, love you<3333
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Logan Reat:
How the hell did I end up in the situation where I'm in the kitchen and all of my friends are staring at my girlfriend's neck? "I swear to god, you two fuck like bunnies." Tyler sighs, lying down on the sofa and crossing his arms behind his head. "I'm so grossed out." Cole gags while literally on the phone with his girlfriend. "They grow up so fast." Felix fake cries, holding onto Ace who obviously plays along "My babies!" "Honestly? I'm glad I wasn't home these past three hours." Emilio shrugs, sipping his hot chocolate while pulling the damn Harry Potter blanket tighter around himself. "I am fucking traumatized." Harry cups his face, staring at the wall and I roll my eyes, scoffing. "You are all overreacting." I say, wrapping my arm around Violet's shoulder. "Yes, totally agree." she nods, eager only making me raise my eyebrows at her. Weirdo.
"Alright, you said you needed to talk to us?" Emilio sighs as they all stand around the kitchen island while I'm leaning against the stove and Violet takes my hand in hers, squeezing it and giving me a reassuring smile. "What's up Logan?" Tyler asks, clearly concerned by the pained expression on my face. I normally don't act this nervous. "My father kinda isn't- dead." I scratch the back of my neck, watching the boys' faces drop. "What?" they whisper all at once.
Then they start talking. Also all at once. Voices getting louder and louder and I have to shut my eyes, the image of my father coming back into view. He has some gray hairs now and a few more wrinkles than some years ago. He didn't even try to hide the fact that he was staring at me from across the street. I obviously saw the pint of beer he held and I'm sure that wasn't his first one. He was wearing a dark blue baseball cap, it was sitting low on his head, in hopes that I wouldn't see him. But of course I did, I always know when he's here. I watched him stare me up and down, the interest showing. He was probably surprised no one had tried to kill me yet after all everyone always thought he was their hero. And I did almost get murdered several times, but the killing stopped after my mother put them into their place. I don't know what I'd do without her.
I felt ridiculous, holding a white plastic bag filled with dog food and toys and red flowers that I planned on giving Violet. I want to slap myself for forgetting about those. I snapped out of my thoughts when a car rode by and I left as soon as I could, hoping that seeing him was just a dream.
The boys are all speaking out of order and to me it sounds like a whole different language, when Violet moves my face to look at her. Her expression hardens once she sees the unshed tears in my eyes and feels my hands shake. "Guys." she tries to shout over them but they're too busy trying to figure out how my father is still alive. I haven't even figured that out.
