the stepfather vol. 1/2

violet

 

The amount of pain I'm feeling is unbearable.

In my head I guess I expect a better fairy tale. The pass year and a half has been nothing but a emotional roller coaster. There were good times, great times even. Yet, when I put the good and bad times against each other, the bad times seemed to weigh my head down the most.

My mind still couldn't wrap around the fact that Luke turned himself in. I know it's selfish to think this but, I wish he hadn't. It was all over the news, police questioning me constantly, and the baby.

I'm pushed away from my thoughts as a high, shrill voice echoes through the police station.

"Violet! Can anyone tell me if Violet James is here?"

I whip my head around and can instantly feel my jaw to drop. My mother- in a tight red dress and black pumps- stands in the doorway attracting attention on herself. Her aging face is caked in makeup and you can almost smell the amount of hairspray in her hair. The moment our eyes catch each other, she walks fast towards me. Stopping in front of me, she drops into a chair and grabs me by my shoulders.

"I'm so sorry for leaving you with that- that monster!"

I roll my eyes to her statement. Really? And as predicted, I can smell the overwhelming scent of her cheap prefume and hairspray.  She takes one of my hands and wraps her aged hands around it. Her thick eyemakeup is smudged and she gives me a faint smile.

"Oh Vi." Her old nickname for me stings like a bee. How could a woman, who left me, expect me to be compassionate towards her. Removing my hand from her grasp I focus on a random stain on my pants. I didn't need this, nor did I deserve it. I should have stayed with Luke. It would have been way easier.  Moments fly by when Detective Meyers and a woman walk towards me and motion me to follow. Obliging, I follow them into the same room as earlier and sit in a plastic chair, the detrctives in front of me, and my "mother" watching from the glass.

The woman is the first to speak into the small, quiet room. "Hello, Violet. I'm Detective Muso." She extends her hand and I flash her a glare. No way in hell I was going to play friends. She nods amd places her hands against the cool metal of the table. Meyers clears his throat and I place my attention on him.

"Violet, can you please tell me how you and Mr. Hemmings met, and the events that led to today?" His voice thick with an accent. Nodding I turn my body away from them a little bit and laugh, indulging into my tale.

"I met Lu- Mr. Hemmings when my mum brought him home one night. She had this policy where she'd bring whoever she wanted home and they'd leave and not come back. Yet, Luke always came back and only him. I knew it wouldn't be long till he'd claim the spot of my "father". Was I mad? Hell yeah. I never really met him. I only knew of his existence when my mum's shrill girly moans ran through the house. One night she came into my room and said they were engaged, next morning we were moving. Who spends two months fucking, get engaged then moves in the next morning?" I glare at the glass and I know my mum has an angry plastered on her own face. I focus back on the Detectives and bite my bottom lip.

"I protested, I didn't know the guy besides the fact he fucks my mum. When we actually did meet, I won't lie, I thought he was hot. It bothered me. He didn't look older than twenty-five. But I kept my thoughts to myself. I shook his hand and went inside.  The same night I meet one of my Dad's friend's kid, Jake. We hanged out it was cool. Luke was jealous which amused me a lot."

How do you tell someone the next part of the tale? "Oh and then I fingered myself to the wet dream I had of him then he did it for me." No. "My Mother left on a "buisness" trip then sent divorce papers. Luke was depressed, wouldn't eat, cried a lot. So I figured, I look like my Mum, why not let him use me?" lies. Lies. Luke was happy she was gone. Both Detectives nod and stand up and leave the room.

As soon as they close the door behind them, I let out a breath of air I was holding in. Crossing my arms ontop of the cool table, I bury my face and groan loudy. Why did everything have to be so hard when it came to Luke?

An: I'm so discouraged to write, lol. Literally nobody reads this book anymore and no one votes so idk. It seems almost pointless to keep writing it. Like who am I even. Writing for? 81 peoole? None of them read this book anyway 😂 sorry I'm annoyed & feel like a failure.