Telekinetic

The Shut In

The next day Violet woke to the same annoying knock of Sister Mackenzie's. She got up and turned on her light. But this time she didn't get ready for school or anything else. She didn't want to leave her room. She hoped that Clay would come to her room.
Just as she hoped Clay walked at 7:30am. "Hey aren't you going to get dressed? Are arleady missed breakfast. Classes start in like 15 minutes."
"Oh...uh...yea. this might sound a little pathetic but I really don't want to leave my room. At least for awhile." Violet said still in her sparkly purple tank top and Hello Kitty underwear. She still had bed-head and morning breath.
"Honestly it is a little pathetic curie. What happened yesterday was totally messed up. But if you stay in your room and hide you're letting them win," Clay tried.
"Well I always lose. I'm used to it. You, Mr. Im-too-much-of-a-hot-guy-to-ever-lose, may not be but I am. Trust me I'll come out eventually but for now I need you help." Violet said.
"Not-uh! No way I'm helping you stay in this damn room." Clay denied.
"Oh please Clay? All you have to do is pick up my classwork and food trays," violet added, "and also I wuv very very much." Then she poked out her lip, widened her eyes, and fluttered her long eyes lashes.
"Ugh you know I cant resist that pouty face. Ok I'll do it. I don't want my little girl to get hurt," Clay said as sweet as pie.
"Okay then. Well you're toning to be late to first class if you don't go. So... thank you and see you later cutie." Violet wished him good-bye.
"You know I should get a present for this," Clay said heading toward the door, "something real... hot." Clay winked.
"Oh my gosh! Get out Clay!" Violet said with pretend madness.
Clay left her with a tight hug and his cute crooked half smile that he does.
Bored, Violet had no idea what to do with herself between Clay's visits. She decided to draw pictures of Clay, his sisters, herself, and her mom. She never met her mom but in her mind she had a picture of what she would look likewith nothing else to do she threw herself into her books and read. She read two 500 page books by the time the it would be time to sit in read on the orphanage schedule. Then still bored she started writing a story. It was about a girl a bit older than her. She had the life Violet always bad wanted. Violet had finished her story by the very last free time.
"Violet its 8:15 how are you still writing?" Clay wondered aloud as he walked through the door.
"Oh hush. You look a little exhausted cutie. Come snuggle and chat before you leave." Violet smiled.
"Haha okay. For a few minutes," Clay laughed.
After describing to Violet how his day was he left at 9:45. For the next week days continued like that. In fact for the next few months days continued like that.
One day Clay came into the room and before Violet could greet him, he blurted, "I know I'm not getting you out of this room but I need some time to myself. I spend all my breaks with you or getting things for you but I've made friends and I want to hang out with them. I'm sorry. I know its my fault you in this mess but I'm a guy and guys lijeto hangouts with other guys. And I love you so so much."
"You're damn right its your fault. How could youeven think about leaving me. Do you not love me anymore?" Bursting into laughter she could keep up the act. "Lmao! What did you think I was going to burst into tears or chop your head off? Have you no faith man! I was going to tell you today that you didn't have to spend all your breaks with me. Geez. I have some independence. You act I need you to wash everyday while I'm in the shower."
"Well... I wouldn't mind washing you." Clay winked with a smile on his face.
"Haha! Get out Clay! Go have fun with your friends. I'll be okay." Violet assured.
"Okay. Check on you in a bit." Clay promised.
He checked on her like he promised and that's how the days went. They shared a few breaks, she did her schoolwork and other things to keep herself busy. But those days turned into weeks, those weeks into months, and those months into years. Two years.