Fifty Shades Of Lyon [REWORK]

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One Week

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Things between Violet and Elijah seemed to be going steady until they weren't. Before Lucious knew it, they were fighting again and Elijah did was he did best. Although, this time was a little different.

Lucious was in the middle of trying to enjoy his sleep, as he was buried underneath the midnight moon. But his phone rang so loudly, he couldn't ignore it or refuse to check to see who was calling.

"Hello?" He asked dryly into the phone. The voice on the other end was panicking and struggling to catch a full breath. "S-sir....! I-I know it's late, and I'm sorry, but-" Violet? Violet, what's wrong?" Lucious asked, his exhaustion suddenly leaving his body once he heard her in distress.

"It's just..." She started, but then added a sob. "P-please just come help me..." She said in a miserable tone of voice. "I'll be there right away." He said.

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Lucious nearly sprinted out of the elevator and down the hallway to Violets loft. He knocked on the door calling her name, but there was no response. The door was locked. "Dammit..!...wait...the key..." He said, beginning to rummage around in his pockets.

He was unsure of if this key was for this purpose, but he tested it anyway and was both pleased and confused about its success. He pushed the door open, and rushed inside.

The loft was in ruins; things knocked over, furniture shifted out of place, clothing pieces on the floor. Lucious noticed that Violets plant had shattered onto the floor as well, the soil was spreading out along the hardwood.

"Violet...? Violet..!" Lucious called, walking through the loft. He went past the kitchen, glancing inside and backtracking once he saw who he was looking for. There she was, sitting on the floor with her back against a cabinet. Her knees were pulled up to her chest and she wore a long light blue nightgown. One of the straps had been stretched from being tugged on, and hung over her shoulder.

Surrounding her were a handful of broken cups and plates. "Violet! Oh god..." Lucious said, dashing inside and dropping to his knees in front of her. Her hair was covering her face, and she seemed exhausted. Lucious reached out his hand to move her hair, and he could see a swollen lip, a bruised cheek, and a bruised eye. He cupped her face, and she seemed to not have noticed his touch until a few seconds later.

She hummed, then slowly opening her eyes to stare back at him. "What did he get mad about this time?" Lucious asked, frustration on his tongue. It took her a few moments to speak. Her voice was groggy and thick.  "I told him that I was too tired to cook..." She mumbled, then shifting slightly and wincing.

Lucious sighed. "I don't understand it, Violet. It was already clear, and I didn't need to see you like this to know it. Do you...do you think that this is what love feels like?" He asked her.

She stared back at him, but didn't speak. And the longer she stared, the sooner he could see her eyes begin to water and tears start to drop. Her face changed to a sob, and what shocked him the most is that she began to nod. She shrugged, finally acknowledging the reality of her mindset.

"This is what I think it feels like..." She mumbled. She then released a faint cry, reaching up her hand to wipe her eyes. "I think that I'm sick and twisted, and everyone else does too..." She said. Lucious wiped her tears, his own expression softening more than it did before. He felt his eyes watering, and he didn't expect himself to actually feel as though he could relate to her feelings in some way.