Only Between Us [EDITING]

ONE

"Hollis! Wake up! Wake up!" I pulled the pillow over my head, avoiding the irritating voice. But yet it repeated itself.

"Hollis if you don't get your ass up, I'll post this picture of you making out with your plush batman." The overly irritated voice blackmailed.

So I abstained and pushed Violet off, "I'm up! Now where's the picture?" A smirk stayed satisfied on her face. She was lying.

"Now get ready." And with that Violet jumped off, leaving. 

I looked in the mirror that hung in my closet, I was wearing a black tux along with a white and golden tie. "Here let me fix your tie." Violet suddenly appeared wrapping her hands around my neck.

"Do I really have to attend? Can't we just forget it and pretend we were sick?" As she finished fixing my tie she sighed, "You know we can't do that, it's a funeral not a party."

I didn't want to be here, with anger building up inside me while everyone cries over an evil dead person. A woman who gave birth to me. My own mother. She built me from hate and destroyed me with love. How can I forgive, all those horrid times my life was wasted with her. You can't take away the scars in my memory or the beaten on my body. You can only forget by pretending it never happened. But in actuality someday it'll haunt you.

"Hollis, sweetie I'm surprised you actually arrived." Aunt Rene said with sympathy. Of course I came, I didn't have a choice after all, "Ya, I'm surprised to."

Violet shot me a glare; stop being rude. So I shot back a glare as well; leave me alone. Soon it was time to be seated. This was the part I hated the most. I could fall asleep right here, but being squished together didn't help. Also the weather wasn't so pleasant, this humidity made me dizzy. 

I seen Violet go up and present her speech, it took about half an hour before she called me up. But I stood seated, not moving an inch and avoiding her singling me up. I had no speech ready for the devil who died. No. I could never praise or even call her mother, but a demon, a devil, thy devil.

Violet ran up to me with frustration written across her face, "Get up!" She screamed whispered.

"No. You know I have nothing good to say so why say it at all." I argued back.

She began to tug my on arm, lifting me up from my seat. Violet was making such a scene. "Please, just pretend. For me." She pleaded once more. As the person I am I gave in, "Fine. But you owe me big time."

I stood from my seat and nervously walked onto the podium, they were all staring at me. What am I gonna say? These people expected something, they never knew the truth of my abusive mother. Did they? As I set myself, clearing my throat something caught the corner of my eye.

He stood out from the rest, those eyes sparkled sweetly but mysteriously. Why was I only focusing on him? I knew everyone in this room but him. His face was familiar but not. If that even makes sense. We were the only people in the room making complete eye contact, why? I can see the twitching smirk that over took his face, as if my nervousness was funny. But I avoided that and went on.

"Most of you people knew my mother as a great woman."

Great? She wasn't great, she was evil. 

"But my mother was much more." What was that voice inside my head? It wasn't me, even though it was right.

Stop lying, we both know she was the devil sent to Earth.

I stuttered, trying to focus. "She-she-she, was..."

Tell them the truth, how she beaten you and sometimes almost to death! Tell them how she turned on you at the age of four! You know you want to.

This voice in my head, it wasn't me. Am I going crazy, mad? Is it my mother haunting me, no. The voice was in the form of a male, but not my voice. Suddenly I realized, as unreal as it may be. My eyes snatched away from the crowd and to the mysterious boy, he looked at me once more with that grin even bigger. His eyes weren't an emerald blue but now a crimson red.

A/N: Picture is Hollis.