The Music or the Misery (Book 2)

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Patrick's P.O.V

She left me. She just left me there.

I'd been dreaming of all the places I wanted to take her, as soon as summer began. It was the only thing that kept me sane, through the weeks that I couldn't see her but now those dreams seem out of reach.

I knew, as I watched her drive away, that she truly believed in what she saw. I could tell how easy it was for her, to assume that I wanted someone else. I thought that after everything we've went through, she'd know that I could never hurt her, that I could never ask for anything more than her. I was wrong.

Maybe she never believed that I loved her and that thought, makes me fucking hurt.

After I dragged myself from the ground, I decided that I wasn't going to listen. She told me not to go to her house but how could I listen? I had to make her see the truth, she had to know how much I loved her.

As I walked to my car, Cassie came out of the front doors. I was so close to tearing the smug look from her face. She has no idea how much pain she's caused, because of some pathetic teenage fantasy; she seems to have. She makes me sick. When she touched me, I'm pretty sure my balls jumped back up into my body.

I tore out of the parking lot, using the full power of my engine. The faster I get to Violet; the less time she'll have to over think everything. I bet she was already thinking so many untrue things.

I got to her house in record time. I even saw her father's car in the driveway but it didn't deter me. I marched up the path and pounded on the door, not really knowing what to expect. Although, I should have none it wouldn't be her that answered.

The door flew open to reveal her father, who didn't even hesitate before he grabbed me.

"Please tell me, why the hell my daughter is now crying in her bedroom?!" he yelled, as I stood completely still, not reacting to his tight grip on my shirt.

"You have to let me talk to her!" I said, trying to keep calm. All the while, my stomach turned at the thought of not seeing her. There may have been a man with a death grip on me but my worst fear was losing Violet.

"You'll never get to talk to her again. I don't know what you did to her but you'll never get the chance to do it to her again!" he growled, before pushing me away.

"I didn't do anything; she just thinks I did! That's why I need to talk to her, I need to make her see the truth!" I replied desperately but he wasn't listening. He just wanted to keep his daughter from harm. All I wanted to do was make her pain stop. I knew for a fact, that she was going through hell. I knew because I felt it too.

"I suggest you get in your car and leave. I don't want to have to call the police. My daughter has finally come to her senses" he stated, beginning to walk away. So, I got desperate.

"VIOLET!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, not caring who heard. I had to get my girl back.

"Shut up!" her father growled, whipping back around.

"VIOLET! PLEASE TALK TO ME!" I continued, gazing up at her window and willing her to let me see her.

"I said, shut the fuck up!"

"NO! FUCK YOU!" I yelled and he marched back to me livid.

"Do you want to know what she said, when she got home?" he said deathly quiet. It shut me up, playing on my need to hear anything about her. I stood there and waited, already knowing this wasn't going to be nice to hear.

"She told me she wished, she'd never met you. She said she never wanted to see you again" he spits, smirking at me, as I felt the color drain from my face. She wouldn't say that.