Violet Betrays [Completed]

Chapter 3

I am flying down the stairs so fast that I hardly have time to give my lungs oxygen. I'm at the bottom step in about three seconds, trying to find out if IJ is okay.

I see his foot hanging out of the doorframe and I rush to his side. I hiss his name but he only groans. I sigh, pulling him up by the collar of his shirt.

We're eye to eye again. Well, his eyes are rolled into the back of his head, so I guess that doesn't count.

I wrap my arms around his waist, just as he did to me when I fell. I smack his cheek. "IJ... What happened?"

I get nothing but a long, miserable groan. "IJ, it's almost nine. We need to get out of here."

No sound. Not even a moan.

I sigh, trying my best to pull him to his feet. He's so tall, and completely sedated. I give up on trying to get him on his feet, but lean him against the broken kitchen cabinets. I put his head in my lap, gently stroking his temple, hoping that he wakes up soon.

Fuck the curfew.

I say "fuck you" to everything, except for taking care of him. He lays in my lap, completely silent and completely still. I turned his head toward my stomach and made sure that he doesn't die. I know it sounds unlikely, but if anyone from the East End found us... It would mean death for him, and a shutdown of everything I've ever wanted gone.

The sound of his voice makes me jolt. He pushes me away, and my body feels warm again. "Why are you touching me?" he mumbles, jerking his head up. I put my hands up, watching him flinch at my touch.

The flinch makes me feel powerful. It also shows me how terrifying I am.

"You knocked yourself unconscious, asshole. What happened? Are you okay?"

"Ugh," IJ rubs his forehead. "I just... I remember seeing the edge of the sink, like, really close to me. And then blackness."

I can't help it. I start to uncontrollably laughing. His face goes from in pain to angry in about five seconds, but I am unable to stop the insane laughter escaping my mouth.

That's when everything changed.

IJ looked sincerely hurt at my suddenly laughter. He takes a deep sigh as I gain control of myself. "It's unfortunate that this is the last time we'll be seeing each other."

The words he is spewing finally register. I begin to panic. "Wait, why? What's wrong?"

"It's ten o'clock. No one would trust a black guy wandering around at night time. Especially a whole hour after curfew."

My lip curls into a sneer. I want to bite him. He's so rude! Why did I think doing this would be okay?

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, IJ," I whisper at the floor. I hear his footsteps again, and his hand is on my shoulder. He tilts my head up and leans in, and I'm drowning in whatever the scent of his cologne is. It could be shit flavored and I still wouldn't be able to breathe.

"It's not your fault. I hope to see you again, Violet."

"I hope to see you again, as well," I look around at our footprints at the darkness outside of the windows. We can't go through this again. "But not here. I would rather be anywhere else than here."

"What about your house? Ten o'clock next week?" IJ's smile turns into a smirk, and I figure out what type of game he is trying to play. I shove passed him and throw open the door, not caring if I make a scene. I see a few pieces of paper in his pocket, and I want to ask what it is before I leave.