Return of a Broken Heart

Nineteen - Over the Edge

Violetta was walking home from a day at the Studio. Her lessons were interesting as always and the chats with her friends kept her on her toes, but she couldn't help thinking that there was something wrong with Angie. She wasn't at breakfast this morning. Her dad had been awfully quiet and every time she tried to talk to her, she seemed to be in another place. What could she do to help her? Trying to talk wouldn't help... Maybe she just needed a push in the right direction. Her dad needed to do something. Surely her dad could help! He could see what was wrong.

A small gesture would be okay, Angie didn't want lavish things. She appreciated the simpler parts of life. She liked things like hand made cards, hand written notes, little bunches of flowers, a song, that kind of thing. Hold on. Hand written notes, cards, flowers... 

Bingo! That's it! She would send a bunch of flowers to the house for Angie under her dad's name. If there was any bad blood or misunderstanding between them, that would clear it up! She rubbed her hands together as if concocting some evil plan. Violetta had the gift; but what would she write on the note?

Violetta moved very slowly, didn't she? She didn't seem to run or pace anywhere. That made this harder. She would need Violetta to be moving at some sort of speed for this to have any impact. Priscila slipped her phone in her purse. Since her lovely daughter Ludmila refused to do this, she would have to do it herself. It made her sick what German and the likes of his family had done to her daughter. They had made her weak and kind. What she had taught her went against everything she stood for. She had taught Ludmila to be a strong woman, emotionally resilient. Instead, she had opened her heart to this... Federico. She didn't really approve of him. He wasn't good enough for her. No one was, unless they had her approval. 

Miss Castillo finally seemed to be picking up the pace. Priscila scanned her surroundings. She was far away from Violetta. Perhaps it was time to pick up her pace. Not too much, though. She didn't want this plan to go down the drain. She had worked too hard. This plan had to be the one. It would get the family on her side. They would rally together. Their family unit would be stronger than ever. They would do anything for Violetta. Everybody loved Violetta. 

In Priscila's humble opinion, they should love Ludmila a little more. Perhaps they also need a push in the right direction. For now though, Violetta will do. 

Priscila gained on her, mustering as much force as she could. Her target had been hit. Successfully, she would add. Violetta went tumbling down the stairs, head over her little platform heels. 

Had she pushed a little too hard? Her victim was lying flat on the floor. Stone cold.