When their worlds collide, they discover a connection that challenges their perceptions and pushes them into uncharted territory.
But with danger lurking around every corner, Violet and Jack must decide if their love is strong enough to overcome th...
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Violet pov
But soon as I ran, he darted back to the car with surprising speed. I ran faster determined not to let him get away without an explanation, but the mustache man slipped inside and slammed the door shut. The tires screeched as the car peeled away. I didn't give up, I chased after them, my legs pumping as fast as they could, but it was no use. Am I racing with a car right now?
Out of pure frustration, I grabbed a small stone from the ground and hurled it with everything I had. It sailed through the air and struck the back of the car with a satisfying thud, leaving a faint scratch on the tinted glass. But that was all I managed before the car sped out of sight, leaving me breathless.
I stood there, staring after the car until the red taillights faded into the distance. What just happened? Who was that man? And why was he taking pictures of me? Questions swirled in my mind, each one more unnerving than the last. A chill ran down my spine as I realized that what ever this was, it wasn't over.
With no other choice, I turned around and made my way home, trying to piece together what had just occurred. By the time I reached my front door, the adrenaline had worn off. I locked the door behind me and leaned against it, closing my eyes as I tried to steady my breathing.
What could they possibly want with me? The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I became. Whoever they were, they clearly weren't just passing by.
"Violet?" My father's voice broke through the silence, deep and concerned. I heard his heavy footsteps approaching, and I straightened up, not ready to face him.
"What's wrong?" He asked, stepping into the hallway. His brow furrowed in a way that almost looked like genuine concern, but I knew better.
"Nothing," I muttered, not looking at him. I moved to take off my sandals, focusing on each of them like it was the most important thing in the world. I didn't have the energy for one of his fake heart to hearts right now.
"You don't look okay, sunshine. Is there something you want to say?" He pressed, his voice taking on the patronizing tone he always used when he wanted to act like a father.
"Just leave it," still refusing to meet his eyes. The irritation in my voice was clear, but of course, he didn't get the hint.
Before he could push further, a sickeningly sweet voice drifted through the house.
"James? Where did you go?" It was the kind of voice that grated on my nerves immediately, high pitched and clingy.
I didn't even have to look to know who it was. Well, not who exactly, but what she was. Another one. They all sounded the same after a while.
