Angel [Dark H.S]

•Chapter 6•

Violet

I rolled over in bed to look at the clock and was shocked to see it was already 1pm. My muscles felt tired from the physical trauma and stress of  last week and my mind was in no place to function. I had spent all week in bed, skipping all of my classes just to avoid having to socialize and act normal with people.

I finally stopped putting it off, and scrolled through the various un read texts sitting in my phone, my mind still feeling too jumbled to be able to hold a conversation.

Why haven't you been in class? Are you ok?
-Riley

Violet. Give me a ring soon we need to talk
-Dad

Hey stranger, just because you're all grown up doesn't mean you have to forget about your little sister
-Tara

Seriously Vi, I miss you call me
-Tara

This is ridiculous now, you're at university not in space, you have cell reception
-Tara

A pang of guilt struck my chest as I read through my little sisters messages, if I was to ignore all of my other texts, I should at least get in contact with her. Me and Tara had always been close, the only real disagreement we had was about our father and his need to control everything we do. Tara seemed more than happy to let him 'guide' her as she would argue it's his right to have input on our lives, where as I, was always much more argumentative when he attempted to interfere in my life.

Can you meet me for lunch?
-Violet

I pressed send hoping to soon get a response. There was a feeling of comfort in the idea of seeing her again, I think part of me just hoped that she would be able to take my mind of the Harry situation. A few minutes later, my phone screen lit once again with her name.

Oh she lives?!? Yes I can meet you! Can we go to the Saint grill?
-Tara

My lips pulled in to a smile at her mention of our favorite child hood restaurant. When I was back in high school, we used to visit there quite frequently when our parents were arguing, it always seemed to cheer her up and in turn, cheer me up too. I responded quickly with a yes before pulling myself out of bed and into the bathroom, a sudden excitement washing over me.

I ran the shampoo through my hair with my fingers as I let the hot water wash down on me. My eyes fell closed in relaxation when the steam heated my aching muscles, calming every part of me. Suddenly green eyes flashed through my mind and my eyes shot open in fear and my breathing quickened. It was like every time a moment of peace came over me, he would slip into my mind and erupt fear amongst me once again.

I looked down at my healing arm, the cut now just a scratch that, unfortunately, would definitely scar. My mind flashed back to Harry's gesture when he licked the blood from his fingers, it was in that moment that I knew once and for all that he was completely deranged. I pushed back my thoughts and continued to wash myself before shutting off the water and hopping out of the shower. It felt strange to put on real clothes, as for the past week I had lived only in sweatpants and t-shirts.

When I decided I looked decent enough to to be seen in public, I grabbed my car keys and headed outside. The cool air hit me, making me jump at first as I had practically been hibernating for the most part of this week. The grill was around a 30 minute drive from my new house, but I didn't mind. I liked driving, I found it quite tranquil and relaxing and being truthful I was afraid my new state of constant paranoia would ruin my sanctuary in driving. I turned up the radio as a familiar song came on, my head moving slightly to the beat. The more the song progressed, the more I relaxed and got into it as I started to sing along with the lyrics.