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Mind Is A Prison: Alec Benjamin
Finn writes on the board and I smile as everyone cheers. "Alright, people, we are back!" He claps and so do we. "First of all, big props to Sam, Blaine, and most importantly, Violet, for all their hard work to make this happen." He turns to me.
"Whoo!" Everyone claps.
"Agent Brennan always coming in clutch!" Artie whistles with two fingers in his mouth.
I shake my head as everyone laughs. "Alright, before you guys make up for the last three weeks you've been missing, I just wanted to apologize to all of you."
"What for?" Jake furrows his eyebrows.
"After what happened during Sectionals, I know you guys heard some stuff my dad and I said to one another. And you shouldn't have heard it."
"No, Violet, you had every right to be upset. We agreed with what we overheard." Tina nods.
"And there was also some stuff...that we didn't agree with. Some stuff that kinda made us all worried. Stuff that made me worry about you very badly." Artie frowns.
Unique nods. "Me too."
"I know. And when I said those things, I wasn't really myself. I was still working through my own stuff, and then after what happened to you, Marley, almost losing you in here, I just lost it." I swallow. "I guess I broke a little. But, uh, you guys are helping me get put back together and you don't even know it. And I'm still going through some stuff. Things that I'm still trying to figure out myself because I can't really find the right way or the right words to explain it. Or how I'm feeling. And it's not fair to you guys who have been calling and checking in on me ever since."
"Violet, we never expected a call or text back. We wanted to make sure that you knew that we were here for you." Joe says.
"I know, Joe." I nod.
"So, you and your dad are okay?" Ryder suggests.
"Well, we talked a few days before Christmas, and then some, and, uh, we're just gonna keep a little distance right now. Not just for me, for him too. He's got his work going on and I got my stuff going on, but, yeah, we're okay."
Sam stands up and walks over to me. "Violet, are you in some kind of trouble? Is that what's been going on? Did someone..." He pauses and his eyes water. He then clenches his jaw. "Did someone-"
"No." I shake my head. "God, no, Sam." I place my hands on his shoulders. "I promise." I look him in the eyes and he nods.
"Swear it." Brittany demands. "Swear on My Chemical Romance." A tear rolls down her cheek.
