52//Two Years

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Violet Rose:

It's been two years since Logan and I broke up.
It's fine. I'm perfect.

I grab the foundation from my dressing table along with a beauty blender. I squirt some foundation onto the beauty blender before carefully dabbing it onto the purple marks on my neck, a sympathetic smile on my face. Slowly that smile falls when I use more foundation as I go lower, covering up the purple marks on my chest. And lastly my smile fully leaves when my beauty blender covers up the purple marks on my arms and cheek. And only now I notice the tears that have been rolling down my cheeks all along.
I wince covering up a big bruise on my elbow from last night, where he grabbed me to push me against the wall. But I love Chase and he loves me, I know he does.

I put my hair up into a bun wiping the smeared mascara off my face. I walk back into my kitchen and over to my laptop, sitting down in front of a white screen. I used to write 30 chapters a day, I don't know for how long I will be able to pay my rent if I keep going on like this. It's been two years since I started my fifth book, some people think I'm taking a break but in reality I just don't know how to write. But how am I supposed to write a book about a happy couple when I'm in an abusive relationship? No stop it. I'm fine, he doesn't even mean it like that, it's just what alcohol does to people, I shouldn't be taking it that serious.

I hear Lilah yawn in her doggy bed before she gets up and rests her head in my lap. Oh, how I love her. And how she reminds me of Logan. I still don't know how I can live without Logan but then the truth is, I can't. It doesn't matter how hard I'm trying to forget about him in the end he's the last person I think about before I fall asleep and the first person that comes to mind when I wake up. To this day he still haunts me and I don't know how he does it.
When I had the courage to talk to Cole about the letters he told me that none of the boys knew about them. But he also said that Logan didn't either. I know I can trust my cousin but nothing makes sense. The letters were in his drawer and signed with his name.
Some say I'm dramatic for getting mad when he didn't tell me about seeing his father. It's not like I wanted to see him, I just feel like I had the right to know. Besides he made me think he was doing some other things and even though he knew something was wrong, he still ignored it.
I had no idea it meant that much to him that I told Brie about his mafia but now looking back at it I realize that what I did was awful and if I could turn back time I would. It was wrong of me to tell her even though I trust her. I knew she wouldn't tell a soul but I betrayed Logan by doing so and that's why I'm also not guiltless.

I just wish things had went differently. I wouldn't have to be covering bruises every day in fear that Chase might hurt me again when he visits. Chase has his own big mansion but he never even asked me to move in. He says I'm not worthy enough and that I should ask again once I make more money.
The thing is, I had a lot of money but now that I haven't sold any books in the past two years that money went into paying my rent and buying food along with taking care of a dog and my boyfriend since he can't cook. I know my parents would help me if I asked, but the thing is, I fought my whole entire life living up to their standarts and giving them the perfect daughter. I'd quickly go from the golden child to the disappointment of the family, if I ever tell them the truth.
Money doesn't grow on trees and I'm going to have to think of something if I want to keep my apartment.

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