All I see is Ron throwing a fist towards Carl but Carl dodges it.
"Ron!" I yell sternly but he completely ignores me and he runs towards Carl knocking him to the ground.
As Ron gets on top of him,Carl uppercuts Ron in the jaw, gets on top
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and starts to punch him over and over. At first I stare in shock but then when Ron gets over Carl again, he starts to strike Carl repeatedly.
"Ron stop!" I shout and try pulling Ron away from Carl. That's when he does something unexpected. He hit me making me hit the ground. I just sat there shocked and placed my hand over the place that started to throb. All there was, was silence. I looked up at Ron still holding my face.
"Violet, I didn't mean to..." He looked down at me.
Carl gets up on his feet trying to find his balance as he wipes the blood from under his nose. Ron's mouth remained open, as if he had more he wanted to say, though nothing but a couple of inaudible noises left his mouth before he walked back to the direction of his new home. I sat there holding my jaw where I felt it stinging. It's not like I couldn't take a slap, but it seems to sting a lot more when it's coming from the last person you expect it to come from.
"Violet, are you okay?" Carl rushes over next to me on the ground.
"I'm fine."
I say in a slightly shaken voice, trying to keep my composure. I take a moment to look up at him through my think lashes and notice the blood.
"You're bleeding." I wipe some blood from his cheek.
"I can't believe he hit you." He looks down at me like I'm a lost puppy and I simply nod and rise to my feet.
"Im going to go clean up."
I was holding back tears. Crying in front of people was the worst thing I could do right now. It made me look weak and that's the one thing i could never be, not in this world.
When I entered my room I immediately fell to my knees with my face in my hands. But it wasn't just because I got slapped. It was much more... so much more.
I knew Ron has been changing but the Ron I knew would never want to hurt me. Maybe there's no saving him, not from this. And if I can't save him of all people, who can I save? Is it even worth trying to survive in a world like this is we can keep who we really are intact?
As I sobbed quietly, I heard a knock on the door
"Violet?"
It was Carl
"Can I come in?" I hurried up to my feet and went to the other side of the room and wiped away my tears with the sleeves of my flannel. I was determined to hide my puffy red eyes
"um, sure."
I could already tell if it wasn't my eye that gave me away, it would be the way my voice cracked and my nasally tone.
Carl walked in and shut the door behind him
"Are you okay?" He said softly
"I'm fine." I tried speaking softly to mask the sickly tone.
"Have you been crying?"
"No." I say quickly and defensively.
I can feel Carl's presence move closer to me.
" hey, Violet." He placed his hand on my shoulder but I brushed it off and turned my body from him.
"Please. Look at me." He sounded so gentle.
"you don't have to be ashamed of crying and you don't have to hide from me."
"Please just let me in."
And with that he turned me lightly towards him.
I can't help but feel ashamed.
Tears began to run down my now bruised cheek. Carl gazed at me sincerely and pulled me into a hug.
I sob lightly into his shoulder and it honestly felt nice to know he would be here. Even if it was just for a little while.
After a couple minutes, I felt Carl's fingers run softly through my hair and I finally began to calm down.
(Hopefully there aren't any typos bc I'm rewriting these last few chapters😁)
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A Spark
Fanfic. "you coming?" I look back at him "uh yeah I dropped something, keep going I'll catch up." And Ron does so. I picked up the knife i dropped and look over my shoulder, making sure Ron wasn't watching. I ran over to where Carl was and you whispered i...
