Chasing Violet

Chapter. 1

Violet p. o .v

I woke up in a odd location, I started to panic. I stood up quickly which turned out to be bad cause I got dizzy. I sat back down on the bed and memories flooded in my head from last night.

Flashback..

¨Nate I wanna go home¨ I told my boyfriend.

¨Shut up, later. Oh hey Jasmine!¨ Nate said while leaving.

Nate wasn't the perfect boyfriend. He abused me, like all the time. But some how I still remained with him. I know what you're thinking. your such an idiot. But trust me this time i'm gonna officially end it.

When I went up the stairs i saw Nate there.

"oh gosh, Nate can i please go home? you can come back if you want !" i desperately asked.

"why babe, why ruin the fun. How about you and I go to the bedroom and play a little" he smirked.

"no Nate, i'm tired of your games."

I was about to turn away when Nate yanked my arm into his body.

"you do what I say, bitch!" his alcohol breath growled.

His eyes were dark and full of disgust. I hated this side of him.

Once he took me into a room, he was about to take of my clothes but I kicked him in the middle of his moon.

"OW, YOU SICK LITTLE BITCH" he yelled and slapped me. Not the first time though.

"Your an animal" I said quietly but with also force in my voice.

When he fell to the ground when i was kicked him again, I took that as my Que and left as fast as I could. Walking almost out the door, Nate force ably grabbed shoulder and punched my arm, face, and lips. I started crying from pain and headed out the door. 

Flashback over..

My flashback was interrupted when i heard a knock on the door.

"Come in" I said nervously. probably my kidnapper. 

"hi, now don't freak out, i'll explain everything" a super good looking man said.

I stood quite."alright so, I was driving,  on my way to my house when i saw you you laying down against a street light pole, and i thought poor girl i can't leave her alone at this time which by the way was 2:00 a.m. So I brought you here to my house."

"Um well thank you, that was kind of you" I said shyly.

"Yeah, so do you want me to drop you off your house?" he asked.

"well about that, I used to live with my boyfriend but we ended it yesterday" i said looking down.

"you can stay here if you want" 

"really, oh gosh, no don't be absurd, I don't deserve this" I said.

"no worries, really, I would love for you to stay here, I want to get to know you" he smiled.

"well i extremely appreciate it. I wouldn't want to go back to my abusive's ex-boyfriend's house"

"abusive?"

"never mind" i said trying to change the subject. " So if i'm gonna stay here mind telling me about yourself?"

"Yeah sure, um okay well my name is Jackson Howard. i'm 22 years old, I live by myself, I attend the University Of New York, I play the drums and I'm the school's soccer team. How about you?" he asked.

"Um i'm Violet St.Claire, i'm 20 years old, I also attend NYU, I  have 3 other siblings but they live in California, I play the viola, and 5 Seconds Of Summer is my guilty pleasure." I said with more confidence.