Castaway

7.

*Violets pov*

"We need to talk." That's all I hear when I walk into my kitchen, and I knew exactly who's voice that was.

"What the fück are you doing here, Peter?"

Peter...is my father. My awful, cheating, beating, mistreating father. (Hey that rhymed.)

"I told you not to come back to my dàmn house."

"Don't talk to me like that. I'm not afraid to hit you."

"Yeah, you've made that pretty clear."

"I said don't talk to me like that." He said grabbing my arm.

"And I said to get the fück out of my house." I say pulling away from his grasp.

"Well someone isn't afraid of me anymore."

"Yeah, so get the hèll out of my house."

"This is your mom's house. And....I don't see her anywhere around here."

"Well she's gonna be home soon. So I suggest you leave before I beat your ašs."

"Honey, you can't make me do anything." He says gripping my thigh.

Okay, let me explain what happened. Peter cheated on my mother, he beat her, me and my brother. And he almost raped me....multiple times. But I never told anyone because he told me not to. He used to touch me, all over. I never told my mom because....I don't know what's gonna happen.

"Get your disgusting hand off of me."

"You liked it last time."

"No, I didn't. Your a sick, asšhole who needs to get out of my house now."

"No, I came here for a reason."

"What the fück is your reason, Peter?"

"I heard you have some type of shït going on with your lungs or something."

"You were here when I got the cancer. You dumbašs. But you probably don't remember because you were always drunk off your ass."

Did I mention he was a drunk also? Well he was. He drank everyday.

"Don't fücking talk to me like that. I warned you already."

"Hit me if your gonna hit me."

All he did was stare at me.

"Are you gonna do it or.....-"

Before I could say anything else, all I could feel was his fist across my face. That ašshole actually punched me. The pain shot from the side of my face all the way down to my jaw. I have to admit, he had a good punch.

"You asked for it."

"Get out, now. You came here you beat your cancer child and youve done that. Now leave."

"With pleasure."

And like that he's gone.

As soon as he left I pulled out my phone and dialed a number I hadn't dialed in a while.

Hello

Me: Todd, dad came by the house.

And your telling me why?

Me: nevermind you ašshole.

Vi, wait. I meant what did he do, why is it important?

Me: he came by because of my cancer, and he punched me in the face.

He punched you in the face because you have cancer, or just because?

Me: because I was talking back.

Violet, you know what happens when you do that...you shouldn't have.

Me: are you kidding me? Your taking his side. That fücker punched me in the face. But whatever todd, go get high with your friends, don't talk to me.

*hangs up*

My brother todd left last year when my dad still lived with us. He said he couldn't take it anymore, so he left. He ended up staying with one of his friends who was always high or drinking. So soon, todd fell into his friends habits and now he's just like him. My mom won't let him back in the house until he gives that stuff up. And surprise, surprise he refused and said he was better off there. I haven't seen him since he left. And I miss him but he's not the same anymore. He used to be my best friend. He's 2 years older than me so he's always been protective over me, but not anymore. He doesn't really care about me anymore. We used to be always together and tell eachother everything, but I guess people change.

So after this long night, I think I should go to bed now. I probably won't really be able to get that much sleep though.
I start to change into my pajamas, when my phone starts ringing.

"Hello"

"Violet?"

"Yes?"

"I need your help, please come help me." I hear the familiar voice crying.

Calum.

"Calum what's wrong?"

"Please just come help me, come to my house."

"Calum, what's going on?"

Without answering my question, he hangs up.

{A/n~~~~~~~and yet another cliffhanger. Violet has a lot of trouble in her life. Sorry lmao. I know not a lot of you read these but whoever you are who reads this story...thank you. It means the entire world to me. Well that's about it. See ya around, penguins🐧🐧}