Twisted Love **HIATUS**

Deepest Wound

*Violet's POV*

I woke up to the sound of my alarm on the bed side table. I slammed the button on top of it and put a pillow over my face. Go away, daylight.

I fell back asleep for a few more minutes and finally convinced myself to get out of bed around 11:30. I got dressed and went down stairs, headed for the kitchen for some food. As I entered the kitchen I heard giggling. Female giggling. Against my better judgement, I went to the living room to investigate. There was a girl, brunette medium length hair, a slimish figure, green eyes, and rather large breasts, sitting on Ash's lap. I cleared my throat.

"Oh, Violet, I didnt know you would be awake by now. This is my girlfriend, Nicole." Ash said with a smile.

"Nikki, for short." The girl said.

"Right..." I said. I walked back into the kitchen, made a cup of tea, and went back up to my room. The giggling and laughing continued.

I grabbed my easel and a blank canvas, along with the sketch from last night. I set a stool in front of the easel and set a table with paints, of various shades and types beside it. Before I sat down I took the remote to my stereo, turned it on, and hit the play button.

My fingers carried the brush in dark strokes and smudged and swirled the colors. I sprayed water on the paint and it began to bleed down the canvas. I looked at the final product and sighed deeply. The heart held a deeper cut to it. A deeper wound. I looked at my phone for the time, 6:20. How had THAT much time pass?

"Violet?" Ash called through the music. "Are you up here?"

I grabbed the remote and hit the pause button. "Yeah." I called out.

The door to my room opened. "Do-do you have a minute to talk?"

"Sure, come on in."

"Are you- are you mad that I had Nicole over today?"

"No no, not at all. I don't care if you have people over, but I would appreciate a heads up before hand." I said, putting the paint brushes in the murky, dark water jar.

"I guess I should have told you." Ash laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head.

Silence creeped in.

"She seems nice." I finally said.

"Shes a real sweetheart." Ash said softly.

"Is that all you wanted to talk about?"

"Yeah... I'll um. I'll let you know when I invite people over, next time." He got up and went to leave.

"Ash."

He turned back to me. "Yeah?"

I hesitated. "Sleep well."

He smiled weakly. "You too, Vi."

He closed the door behind him and I sighed again. The painting was finally dry and I hung it up on an empty hook in the wall. When the lamplight shined on the colors, they darkened somehow and made the painting look even more sad and empty.

I turned off the small lamp, changed into my pajamas, and crawled into bed. I hit play on the stereo remote and turned the volume down before rolling over and hugging one of my spare pillows. Tonight, was going to be a long one for sure.