Quiet is Violent

Chapter Thirty Four

Luke dropped me off, after driving around a large parade downtown. I said my goodbyes, insisting that I go inside on my own, considering that Natalie and I weren't on the best terms. He asked me to go out tonight, hit I politely declined, claiming that I had a lot of studying to get around to.

I opened my dorm room, revealing no one inside. I sighed, closing myself inside and plopping down on my bed. the room smelt like hair products, but I didn't know exactly what. I sat up, looking around.

What the fuck? There were more bags on the floor, the scent clearly coming from them. I was shocked, Natalie never wore hair products with a strong scent, I peered over the bag, noticing piles of clothes. There was a tag on the big luggage.

Violet Imings

(252)-299-3710

Boston College, Dorm E 109

Why was Violets stuff in here? I opened my drawers, revealing nothing inside. I gasped, my bags were piled up in the bathroom. "Oh my gosh," I whispered. Natalie was replacing me with Violet.

My eyes teared up, and after they started, they wouldn't stop. I ended up crawling onto the corner of my bed, balling my eyes out. At least it was my bedding still.

Did Natalie seriously ask Violet to move in here? I pulled out my phone, wiping my tears. I scrolled through my contacts, finding Natalie. I dialed, and it rang.

And it rang.

And it rang.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up," I urged, but it wasn't even worth that. She wasn't answering, and frankly I am convinced she's probably with Liam AND Violet.

I stood up, wiping away my last tear. I took a deep, shaky breath, but I managed to stop crying. Where would I go? My first thought is Harry, but he lives in a fraternity, he hates it so much he doesn't even sleep there half of the time.

Where else could I go?

Home is too far, I have no other friends that are girls, this is ridiculous. Chad will throw a fit if I insist that I need to get a dorm change. I can only imagine the look on his face, mostly because I hardly remember his face. It has been too long since I've seen my father.

I rubbed my temples, pacing the floor. What do I do? Suddenly my phone rang and I answered without checking the caller, a mistake I normally make.

"Hello?" I asked, in a rather jumpy voice. I was on edge.

"Did you call?" Natalie asked, he voice flat with no emotion.

"I did, what's going on?" I asked in a reserved fashion. I sat on the edge of the bed, biting my pinky nail nervously.

"Violet is rooming with me. I'm picking up her bed now."

My heart sunk. I was wrong, but this still isn't good.

"What? She's rooming with us?"

"I just said that," Natalie snapped and I felt my lip quivering. I hated when she talked to me in the tone she was using.

"There's hardly any room in here for the both of us," I reminded her and she groaned extremely loud.

"You know what, Violet is a better friend than you'll ever be!"

I hung up the phone and I let it fall to the floor, my hands shaking. This is what its like to feel true heartbreak. Natalie and I have gotten into fights before, but nothing nearly as serious as this. There was a time where we didn't talk to each other for a few days, but by the end of the week we ended up sobbing into each others arms, forgiving and apologizing to one another.