Please Notice. {Chad Meeks-Martin}

rage

PLEASE NOTICE— CHAPTER TWELVE.

The thing about Violet and Amber's relationship is they always underestimated the extremes the other would go to when provoked. Possession and protection are two opposites of the scale and the girls were the opponents.

Violet grits and grunts through the pain as it filled her body like poison. Her abdomen was on fire and she couldn't help but think if this was how Chad felt when she found him bleeding out.

She was pissed. Amber had betrayed all of them. She had carved up Tara like a sick game— the one person she swore that she loved. It was fucked.

Then, Amber had killed Chad. She'd tore him apart just outside of the party. Violet had to literally bring him back life. She could only hope that they would both be alive at the end of this.

Then there was Richie, who had betrayed Sam and stabbed her in front of them. He and Amber had played the game and torn their friend group apart. One of them was responsible for attacking Violet. One of them killed Wes.

It was the anger that helped push past the pain. The passion that raged inside her to protect her loved ones.

So, while Amber underestimated and left her to bleed, Violet was fighting back with everything.

Her feet planted forward, leveraging against the wall to stand. She grit her teeth as she pulled forward, her abs flaring against her stature. It was agonizing—but when Amber returned, Violet was waiting for her.

Amber crossed the boundary between the kitchen and the entrance way, her eyes immediately fluttering to the spot on the floor where Violet used to lay.

By the time Amber had turned around, Violet was already stepping out from her hiding place and coming for her.

The knife in Violet's hand thrust into Amber's abdomen. "The first won't kill you, but the rest will."

Amber gaped in shock at Violet's actions, she had clearly underestimated the girl but she didn't think she could win. Violet was bleeding too heavy to be of any consequence to her plans. It was with that thought, that Amber let out a laugh while staring into Violet's darkened eyes.

Violet scoffed at the girls actions, grimacing at the sure insanity of the situation. "You're fucking psychotic."

Her hands were still on the knife and every instinct in Violet's body told her to thrust harder, to finish this. The darker side of her said to draw it out—to make Amber pay for slashing her friends.

Amber was in-tuned to the girl's actions. She could see herself in her. Violet had a murderous layer to her, only Amber could see it.

And she knew that Violet was too righteous to act on it. That was how they were different.

"No, baby. You are." Amber smiled, pressing her body deeper into Violet's knife. "You can feel it, can't you? That rage festering inside you, building until you lash out. The relief that comes when you stab into another's flesh. You hate that you like the way it feels— but hey, like father like daughter."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Violet pushed the words out.

She hated that Amber was right, that a part of her did feel good about plunging the knife into her ex-friend. That she would gladly end her life for killing her friends.