Caroline and Niklaus's daughter

18. 'We're getting a divorce'

WC: 1293

**Violet's POV

"We're getting a divorce." My mom said. Those words hit me like a ton of bricks. Me and my sisters were utterly speechless.

"W-what?" Lizzie got out.

"We're getting a divorce." Dad repeated. Except he wouldn't be my dad anymore would he? Not if he wasn't married to my mom. I could feel tears welling up behind my eyes as I tried to keep them there.

"B-but, why?" Josie asked.

"Girls it's not that we don't love each other." My dad started.

"Then what is it?" Lizzie asked her voice slightly raised.

"We're just not in love with each other." My mom finished.

"This doesn't mean things have to change though, I'll always be here for you girls." Dad said. My sisters and I all had tears in our eyes.

"No you won't." Lizzie snapped.

"Girls-" he started.

" She's right you won't" I finally spoke up. "I mean you say that now and sure maybe you'll be there for a while but not when you meet someone else, not when you have a brand new family." I snapped while trying to blink back the tears in my eyes.

"That's not true, I promise you I-" I didn't let him finish as I stormed out hearing them call my name.

I didn't know where I was going I mean I stormed out of my room. I kept wiping the tears that kept spilling as I made my way out of the backdoor. I went to the wall on the left of the door so that nobody could see me from the glass door.

I slid down the wall as I finally let my tears flow freely. God I feel like such a child, sitting here crying because mommy and daddy don't love each other anymore. God I feel pathetic.

Why did everything have to keep changing. A couple months ago everything was perfect. I had two happily married, truthful parents, I hadn't triggered my curse, and my magic wasn't out of control.

Not anymore. They aren't happily married, they're getting a divorce. Turns out they weren't truthful, they've been lying. I couldn't keep control of my magic anymore, I was currently munching on lobelia flower like it was candy.  How did everything get so messed up?

I hold my face in my hands letting myself feel as pathetic as I'm acting when I froze as I heard a voice to the right.

"Violet?" Klaus questioned. Now? He just had to show up now?! God I probably seem like I'm always crying.

"Hey. You seem to have a knack for terrible timing." I said avoiding eye contact.

"What's wrong?" He asked his voice sounding filled with concern.

"Nothing" I replied. Like he'd believe it, I just hoped he'd take a hint.

"Ah, yes I too sit outside crying when everything is going well." He said sarcastically. I held back a small smile.

"What's that?" He asked pointing to the lobelia flowers in my hand which I quickly shoved in my pocket.

"Nothing." I muttered.

"It smells like lobelia." He said pointedly. I rolled my eyes. "You shouldn't be taking that." He told me.

"It better than hurting someone just because I can't keep my magic in check." I retorted.

"And why is that?" He inquired.

"It doesn't matter just don't tell anybody. My mom and- well they'd freak out so just keep quiet." I said. Could I even call Stefan my dad anymore if he technically wouldn't be anymore.

"Are you talking about your parents?" He asked.

"Yeah." I responded as more tears welled in my eyes. I still avoided eye contact. He sighed before sitting down on the floor next to me.

"What?" I asked pointedly.

"I'll tell you what. I won't tell Stefan and Caroline about the lobelia, if, you tell me why you're sitting outside crying." Klaus said and I scoffed.

"Forget it."

"Fine, I'm sure they'll be more than happy to know that the only reason the house isn't shaking right now is because you're taking a witch's drug." He said. I glared at him which didn't seem to faze him.

"It's not a drug." I responded.

"Might as well be." He said simply. "So, why are you crying?" He asked.

"Because they're getting a divorce alright!?" I snapped and he looked taken aback "Happy now? That's why I'm sitting out here crying like I'm five years old!" I snapped as I moved to stand up but he stopped me.

"What now!?" I asked angrily as I tried to wipe my tears from my eyes. He looked at me sympathetically. "Don't look at me like that. God I hate that look." I said as I moved my arm out of his grip but made no move to get up.

"It's not childish to be upset that your parents are getting a divorce." He said looking at me but I looked forward refusing to meet his gaze.

"Except Stefan isn't my dad, he'll have no reason to even speak to me once they get a divorce. Especially once he has his own family" I said my voice coming out all watery. God this is embarrassing what is wrong with me.

"That's not true. I've seen the way Stefan speaks about you and the way he looks at you, he thinks of you as his daughter and nothing, even a divorce won't change that." He reassured me. At his words my tears slowed but they didn't stop.

"You don't know that." I told him.

"You should speak to him and then you'll see. He loves you and your sisters and would never dream of leaving you all behind." He said.

"I can't trust what he says though. I can't trust what anybody tells me anymore because what are they not saying? He says that now but it could be a lie or he could just be kidding himself." I said. I saw him bite back a smile out of the corner of my eye.

"What's so funny?" I asked annoyed.

"You know who you sound like?" He asked.

"Who?" I asked.

"The paranoia, the doubt, the questioning, you sound just like me." He said before his smile started to fade. "That's not something I ever would have wanted for you, a life of paranoia is not an easy one." He finished.

"Then why help manifest it? If it's not something you would have wanted why play a part in making it happen?" I asked. He looked ashamed. Good, he should be.

"You're right. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I should have told you the truth, I deeply regret it." He said.

"Why did you do it in the first place?" I asked my voice coming out a lot more vulnerable than I expected, I cleared my throat.

"You said you didn't want me to have an outburst or whatever but not telling me made it a lot worse." I elaborated.

"You want me to be completely honest?" He asked. I nodded.

"I was afraid." He said.

"You? The original hybrid, scared? Scared of what?" I asked.

"Of you. That you would reject me as your father, that you would be scared of me. That your mother wouldn't let me see you for telling you the truth and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it because you wouldn't want to." He confessed . I sighed.

"If you told me the whole story. I wouldn't have. I was always curious about your side of the family growing up. I just didn't ask because I thought you left." I explained.

"I never would have left had I known of your existence." He told me. I analyzed him for a moment.

"I think I believe you." I said.