America's Princess on Ice

Violet - Chapter 1

Violet - Chapter 1

"Mr. President! Mr. President, look this way please!" The shouts never stopped. My jaw was locked and stiff from holding a smile for the photographers. As they tried to get the almost perfect family photo. My father President Fitzgerald Grant was dressed in his black suit with a deep royal blue tie and his traditional flag pin. His brown hair and brown eyes sparkled, as he stood beside my nineteen year old brother Cyrus. He looked so much like father, tall and proud as I was in-between. 

I was dressed in black flats, a royal blue dress with a thick black belt round my athletic thin figure. I wore a black blazer; my chocolate brown hair flowing down my shoulders in waves. My sky blue eyes with a hint of green stood out boldly with the strong makeup. I had high cheeks bones and resembled my mother in every way. Standing, hands on my twelve year old brothers shoulders Harrison, as he cutely puffed out his chest with a big grin.

Once we were escorted from the conference and back into the safety of the halls of the white house. My smile fell from my face, as the muscles were sore and tight. Harrison ran down the corridor to the left screaming out, as father and Cyrus disappeared towards his office. His arm slung over his favourite son's shoulder, as I stormed towards my room.

I hated this place. I couldn't breathe. Busy working people moved aside or ignored me. Outside my bedroom door, dressed in black with the ear piece in his ear was my only true friend.

"Joe I'm going running" I informed him as he smirked nodding as I entered my room. I ripped off the dress from my body; I washed off the makeup, scrubbing at my face before I placed on thick black framed glasses. I searched my bed for the remote before loud music started pounding. One thing I love is that the walls are sound proof. I walked into my massive wardrobe, glancing round at all the clothes shining freshly pressed.

Walking down the left corridor I came down to my athletics corridor, where I slipped on a pair of tracksuit pants and work out top. I glanced left and right before I jumped behind the rack of clothes, finding the switch and an additional section to the wardrobe came into view. It was only small; it held my pristine white skating boots and skating dresses. I let my fingers trail over the fabric.

I loved ice skating, I felt free and welcomed. I belonged; I could do something right, and when my skates hit the ice. I was alive. My father hated my ice skating, he had thought and instructed I quit it when my mother died when I was 12. He thinks I did, but I can't give up something that is a part of me.

Tightening the trainers round my ankles, I switched off the music before I zipped up my hood and placed it round my face. Joe was waiting for me like he always was at my door, as he walked beside me as we made our way to the corridors to sneak out of the White House. Tying my hair into a high messy bun, I often wondered how Joe had the patients with me.

Passing through all the security sections, we began running into the parks. The lush green surrounding, the smell of fresh rain that lurked the air, I smiled as we raced through the parks. Running past ordinary people, not taking one glance towards us as I let the breeze hit through my face. I let out a real laugh as we continue to run through the scenery.

Joe beside me came to a halt, as I stopped a few paces after panting slightly from our sprinting. His right hand was pressed to his ear as I groaned slightly as he started to talk through his ear piece, before his hand dropped and turned to me. I groaned as he shrugged before we started to run our way back towards the way we came. Light was beginning to fade, as we snuck back into the white house. Sweat was pouring down my face and back, the crowds weren't as busy as they are normally during the day. I am used to hearing my footsteps against the carpet echo down the halls.

"You're late! Hahaha you're in trouble!" Harrison sang like a child from the top of the hall pointing at me dancing as I growled. I rolled my eyes as he ran into the dining room as we got closer. Joe disappeared down a separate hall as I saw father sitting at the head of the table. Cyrus to his right, me to his left and Harrison beside me on the right. The empty seat at the other end of the table remained untouched.

Harrison began tugging at my glasses once I sat down as I pulled them from his grip glaring as he laughed, finding it amusing.

"Stop it!" I snapped as he laughed as my father gave a glare.

"I thought I told you not to wear those. You don't need them" He demanded as I growled, crossing my legs on the seat as a meal was placed in front of me. I glanced down at the steaming roast with gray, potatoes and vegetables. The cook placed a bowl of chips beside Harrison and a bowl of fruit and salad beside me giving me quick wink as I smiled. Cyrus just rolled his eyes at my healthy food choices as we ate.

It was silent at first, just the sound of food being broken by knives and eaten and swollen. Father's scotch glass never ran empty as he filled twice, now he just played with the glass, swirling the liquid round in circles.

"I'm going to head to bed early. I have school tomorrow and I don't want to be tired on the first day." I excused about to get up from my seat, as my father patted the corners of his mouth with his napkin.

"Speaking of which, you're spending quality time with family. So you won't need to pack your boarding bag" he lazily told me as I froze.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You are no longer boarding......"

"HOW DARE YOU!" I shouted as Cyrus glared at me. "That time when I'm away is the only thing I look forward to all year. Being away from this hell hole!" I shouted as I saw a fury spark in my father's eyes.

"Violet" His voice was deep and warningful as I continued to glare.

"Harrison screams and acts like he is five. Cyrus does whatever he does, studying to become another bloody politician..." I began as Cyrus stood on his feet sending his chair back glaring at me.

"HEY!" He shouted as I continued to shout on over him.

".....And you! All you do is drink since mom died! You want nothing to do with us!" I shouted as he rose up in his seat angrily. His hand gripped tightly over his glass cup of scotch.

"Violet Renee Grant! Hold your tongue!" He shouted as it soon became a massive mess of shouts and screams, I went to storm out before we were silenced by the shattering of glass. I felt my heart racing double time, as beside me on the wall was dripping scotch, glass broken on the floor. I let out a gasp as everyone was silent staring at my father shocked as he was surprised with his own outburst.

"Vi..."

"I wish it was mum who lived and not me" I whispered before running out of the room and down the halls to my own bedroom. Where I sat, door locked, on the edge of my bed, knees curled up shocked and frightened. I let my back get engulfed by the soft mattress, thinking of how I will be able to access my skating training now that I wasn't boarding. Rubbing my face, I heard the door knock followed by deep breathing as I sat up.

"Violet?" My father's cracked voice whispered broken as I didn't move. I didn't breathe or make a sound I just turned my head the other way, hearing him sigh and walk past before I let out a deep breath. To relax I spoilt myself with a warm vanilla scented bubble bath, washing my hair with strawberry shampoo. Before I got dressed in my PJ's I crawled into bed and let myself be taken into a world of slumber.