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:
"If I ever killed somebody-" I groan as soon as Tyler starts talking. My head already hurts and this conversation hasn't even started yet. "You are one of the most feared assassins, Tyler. You have killed people before." I shake my head, ruffling a hand through his hair as he's lying down on my stomach. "Just listen. If I called you at three in the morning and told you I just killed someone. Would you help me hide the body?" I sigh, dragging a hand down my face. "Of course I would. But that would never happen since you prefer killing at day time and hiding the body won't be a problem when you throw it into a fire." Tyler smiles, blowing me a kiss. "You know me so well."
"Hey Tyler-" I start when he cuts me off, "I'm gay." Wait what? I stay silent, staring down at him. He's playing with the rings on his fingers, unbothered, acting like he didn't just drop a bomb on me. "Are you serious...?" "No, but it made you stop talking." He shrugs and I roll my eyes. "I'm going to kill you one day Tyler." I shake my head as he hums. "You can't." "I have a knife." He raises an eyebrow at me, unimpressed. "No you don't." "No I don't." I giggle as he smiles.
As we are sat on the couch at the moment we hear the front door open and my mood immediately changes. Logan walks into the kitchen, his hair disheveled as his breathing is heavy. He has heavy eye-bags showing me he hasn't slept in forever but I could care less. "Had fun?" I ask, not actually caring about what he has just done. He has been leaving every morning for eight months straight now and after a while I just stopped caring. If he won't talk to me then I won't either. "I just got some work done." He shakes his head making himself some coffee, but I turn away from him, continuing to stroke Tyler's hair as he actually just fell asleep. Well, let's say pretended to fall asleep. But I get it, if I could, I would avoid Logan and me as well now. Things have been... different than usual. "What work?" "Why does it matter?" I scoff. "What is your problem," I lift Tyler's head from my lap and get up, walking towards Logan. "You don't kiss me anymore. You don't fucking talk to me, hell you don't even acknowledge me anymore." I throw my hands up in frustration.
Logan's eyes move towards the couch, Tyler sleeping on it, before he steps closer. "Not here, Violet." he whispers through gritted, his body on mine. I shake my head in disbelieve. "What did I ever do?" his eyes sadden as he cups my cheek, forcing me to look at him. "Nothing, sweetheart, please don't worry about it. You're perfect." I stare at him blankly. Perfect. I hate him. I lick my lips, ignoring everything he's just said and swallowing the hurt down while making my way upstairs. "Violet, wait-"he shouts after me but I only quicken my pace rushing up the stairs to my room.
"Please baby, don't run from me. I didn't mean it like that, please." I hear him shout but I slam the door to our room close. I hate the word perfect. I'm not perfect, he said that. He made sure I know that not being perfect is good enough. He is such a liar. "Love, please." the door opens as Logan swallows hard. I spin around as he steps back by the fact how close we are, I glare at him. "Where were you actually? Don't even think about lying to me." I point my finger at him as his chest heaves up and down but he shakes his head. "Violet..." he breathes taking my hands in his as I stare up at him. I don't know who I'm looking at.
