✔️ Love, Boys And A Whole Lot Of Trouble (Complete)

Chapter 18: Horrible families and a shoulder to cry on

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Violet's POV

I didn't tell the girls everything that night in the coffee bar. It's a massive secret, something I can't tell anyone, not even my best friends. Have you ever had a secret that is so bad that if it ever comes out it will destroy your life? Yeah, this is really that bad. I guess that wasn't the only reason I didn't tell the girls, I mean, I do trust them. It's just because I kind of feel left out of their friend group. It started with just me and Amelia, best friends forever, but then someone else showed up and now it's kind of like Amelia and Lils are best-friends and I'm like their extra. And it really hurts to be an extra, especially if the guy you like is going after your best-friend. It's hard not hate her, even though the whole situation is unintentional/not her fault.

The final reason I didn't tell them was just in case they decided to tell my parents.  You might hear it and think that I was stupid for reacting so strongly, but not in my family. What's cool nowadays is how accepting people are about certain topics. However, my secret will almost certainly get me disowned from my family. My parents are extremely religious Catholics, and have been for the entirety of their lives, which is just the start of our differences. I am a Christian (and very recently found my faith, which led to me splitting from their church. Long story, for a different time). The short version of which is that I don't believe in what my parents do and I now go to a different church, which has completely rocked my world. I think their area of Christianity is old-fashioned, they don't approach mistakes with grace and kindness, but instead with hate. If they find out, my opinion won't matter to them because and what I have done is a huge taboo in their beliefs.

As always, luck isn't on my side. I have lost a boyfriend, my best friends and now my family.  This is what happened earlier today, the day my family disowned me.

------*A few hours earlier*-----

"I'm home! What's for lunch, fam?"  I shout into the kitchen, after a long day at cheerleading practice. I was tired, but happy.

"VIOLET ISABELLE SMITH! GET INTO THE BLOODY LIVING ROOM NOW!"

I drop my bags off and walk into the living room as fast as possible. Anyone with parents like mine will know that this is the kind of time you only say "sorry" and "I won't do it again". Usually I would know what happened, but this time I had no idea. My stupid, naive brain. At the time, all I could think about were two questions. What did I do wrong? Why are my parents so angry? My hands start sweating, and soon the nervousness is covering my whole body and I'm shaking. The last time they were this angry was ages ago.

My parents are both standing in front of the sofa, watching my every move. I slowly make my way to the chair that is placed in front of them, and as I sit down my mother starts to sob angry tears, with a tissue visible in her hand.

"Wh... what happened?" I ask in a shaky voice. My parents can be scary. They've never abused me, but the mood that they are in shows that a stinging slap wouldn't be a surprise.

"You whore. HOW COULD YOU! I thought we raised you to be a good girl and a good daughter. It seems we did the opposite, you are nothing but a failure! I can't believe that our perfect daughter, smart and kind, turned out to be a slut. A filthy girl, desperate for attention, so she'll do anything to get it." My Mum shouts and rushes out of the room in anger, sobbing.  That really hurt. I've lived with her for all my life and I thought she would have some respect for me. By now, I had a niggling suspicion of why they were mad. Dread flooded over me in waves.