Greyson's POV
"Where the fuck have you been?" I asked the following morning watching Violet walk in with mascara smudged under her eyes.
She shrugged. "I was out with some friends."
"Clarify. Now." I was pissed. Pissed as fuck because when I woke up I had gotten a butt-dial from my father which for one had me worried sick and two made me wonder where the hell he was now.
Catherine had still not come out of my room and I was stressed about the fact she may never talk to me if I don't start handling my shit with a little bit more grace.
I really hurt her bad by throwing out stupid arrows as words but fighting would get us nowhere. You never won. It always just hurt.
And when Violet had declined my calls I was close to calling the police until she texted she'd be back.
Now here she was looking like she hadn't caught a wink all night.
She tucked her brown curls behind her hair and blew out a breath. "I went to a bar, okay? It wasn't anything major."
"Drinking under age is major."
"Everyone drinks." She retorted. "Besides I don't get wasted. I just wanted to distract myself. It's suffocating being here, Grey."
I knew that. Fucking hell I did. "And what about that boyfriend of yours? Who's the fella who's looking to get into your knickers?"
She shot me a disgusted look. "It's not like that. He's a nice guy."
Fuck. "How old is he?"
She remained quiet causing my heart to gallop. "Violet?" I knew the answer but the fact she was hiding this from me was more devastating.
"He's seventeen. And his name's Art. He's a really nice guy."
I scoff. "If he's so nice then why's he so pleased with letting you do shit you're not ready for?"
"He doesn't make me do anything." She was lying. I knew she was because her tell-tale ever since she was little was her rapid blinking and looking away. "He makes me feel happy and safe and he doesn't order me around."
I roll my eyes. "Yeah you know what else does that shit? A fucking dog. I know guys, Vi. They all have one aspect and that's-"
"Oh don't fucking lecture me." She shot back hotly. "You know guys? Yeah well I'm not naive either. And I'm not going to break up with him over some instinct you have."
"I'm not asking you to."
"What?" She blinked looking at me surprised and for some reason I was too. "You're not asking me to break up with him?"
I shake my head and sigh. Take the high road, Reid. "You're smart. You're a whole lot smarter and mature than I was your age and I trust you. If you think this guy is good for you then who knows...maybe he is. I just want you to know that if he tries any shit with you I won't hesitate to break every bone in his body for you because all that matters to me is your happiness. Besides you're old enough to handle your shit. I'm just looking out for you, okay?"
Her face flushed beetroot red and she mumbled in agreement. "You look stressed though."
"I am." I mutter feeling the pain in my thigh hit as I walk to the couch.
"You and Catherine fought?"
I nod. "I fought."
Violet hummed. "What did you guys fight about?"
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Knowing Us
Romansa"We were bound to break at some point. So might as well be fucked up together." Catherine Welles had always been good at keeping secrets - soo much so that her entire life was a lie. She was well versed in the tragedy of men and money and demons th...
