Roses Are Dead Like Violet In Bed

Abort Mission

Is it wrong to wish death upon your father? Is it wrong to want him to fly far far away and never come back? Ha. Most of you probably said no, but that's probably only because of what I've been through. You pity me. Yes. You. It's fine though, I feel bad for myself sometimes as well. I honestly feel as if I-

"Violet! Over here!" I swiftly turn around to see Amiin down the hall jumping frantically. I don't understand why. He's 6'1, taller than the majority of the population in our school. It actually makes me laugh when I think about it. All these short little high schooler's compared to Amiin.

I tried to approach him as fast as I could, ready to tell him the events that took place.

"I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU!" We say in unison. We both giggled.

"Well, ladies first," He said with a sly grin. His brown eyes reflected the light perfectly.

I knew better than to argue with Amiin when it came to things like this. You see, Amiin is a gentleman. A species that is nearly extinct in these times. No matter how much I tell him to go first he will refuse, but that's what I love about him. His tenderness and respect for women.

"Well um. It's about my dad." I say as I slowly bring my head down to look at my feet.

His grin disappeared in a matter of seconds. Amiin is the only person I have ever told about my Father, and how he abused my Mother and I. He hated that man with a fiery passion. So hot that it could disintegrate anyone who came near it.

The bell rings.

"Let's get to class. Tell me everything"

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"Okay class, turn to page 361. Take notes on sections 3 and 4". We all stare at Mr. Sikes, he knows what we're waiting for. He lets out a chuckled sigh. "Partners are allowed."

We all laugh and exhale with great relief, then we find our partners. Naturally, Amiin and I go straight for each other.

"Spill." He says in a serious voice. He almost sounds like a man. Hell, he looks like a man.

I tell him about the yelling and screaming. I explain how my Father falsely forgave me at home, and then had a hulk moment in the car. When I was done with my story I decided it was best to shift the conversation.

"Now what is it you had to tell me?"

"Hmm? Oh! Right!" Amiin was busy copying down science notes, and lost track of our conversation.

Deep into learning.

Rare.

"Emilia Dens. Emilia (my girlfriend) Dens." He says as a giant smile appears on his face.

I stare blankly. Girlfriend. Amiin has a girlfriend? Not once has he ever mentioned having feelings for that little stuck up bit-

"Wellllll? Aren't you happy for me?" His smile is beginning to fade, slowly getting replaced with a look of worry. He thinks I don't like her. He's right of course. Emilia and I don't have a good history. She bullied me in middle school, but I got her back when I bleached her 8th grade prom dress. She vowed to get me back but I'm still patiently waiting.

I put on a fake smile.

"Of course I'm happy! Time to buy my bridesmaid dress. Oh, I'll order you two big chocolate cakes too!" We laugh over the thoughts of weddings. What would it be like? Watching the woman I hate the most in the world marry my best friend. Only time can tell.

The rest of the day goes by quickly. Math, Language Arts, Lunch, Reading, French, Geography. We were all in school for a couple of hours, but it felt like a couple of minutes. Before I knew it, Amiin and I were in his army green Jeep, swaying and jamming to music. We had fun. We were happy. Until we pulled up at my house. 1657 NW 32nd Ave Baltimore, Maine 21213.

Before I go, I give Amiin a hug, but it feels wrong. It feels foreign. He's tense, and I know exactly why. Emilia. He thinks it's wrong to hug anyone else but her, not even me. I don't mention it though, I just get out with a smile and walk to my house. My hands shake from the cold.

Did I mention it's November?

When I walk in I smell it. Coffee. The smell circulates the house like a quiet storm. I head to the kitchen to find my Mom sipping coffee, sweat dripping down her brown skin. She sips from the cup in her hand, but has 5 more mugs on the counter waiting to be chugged down. I was going to ask about this new addiction of hers, but he walked in. I turn around to look at him.

"Violet, there's something we need to discuss." He looks at me with worry. I turn back around to look at my Mom, but she only nods.

I follow my Dad to the living, scared and afraid, unsure if I was dealing with Father or Monster. We sit down on opposite sides of the couch. We sit in silence, waiting for the other to speak first.

Then he clears his throat to speak.

"Let me get to the point. You're Mother is uh. She's. Violet she's pregnant."

The news hits me like a truck. I can't believe it. Pregnant. Well she's only thirty-five, and I've always wanted a sibling. I smile.

We smile. We laughed.

"Well dad I'm happy for you and Mom." We laugh again. "It was only a matter of t-

Coffee.

"T-time."

My mother is a nurse.

Coffee.

I dart into the kitchen, and knock the mug out of my Mother's hand.

Coffee.

It didn't take me long to see what was happening. She was a nurse, she knew exactly what she was doing.

She was aborting the mission.

In other words.

She was killing the baby.