After 13 missed calls and 27 text messages, my mom finally answered her god damned cell phone.
"Violet, oh my gosh you really don't give up."
"Mom it's driving me insane. What are those places? Why'd you give them to me?" The questions fill my brain and my thoughts overwhelm me. If she doesn't tell me it will drive me absolutely crazy. I won't even get to go to those places because I'll be places in a mental ward first.
"Violet, honey, I wanted to wait until after but I don't know if you'll ever give up. What was that 12 calls?"
"13..." I correct her.
"Well I might as well tell you now. The house you're staying in is the house I grew up in. When I was your age Liz and I's parents left for the summer to go on vacation. They said they needed a break."
"That's when they never came back..."
"Yeah. Even though that was the worst summer ever it was also the best.It was when I met your father."
Then I knew. She went to these places with my dad. The mention of my dad was unbearable. I was 13 when he got sick. I knew he would die. It was impossible for him to live. He was diagnosed with brain cancer. Everyone told be to "never lose hope" and "miracles happen" but they don't. They can't. What's set is set and you can never change it. Months passed with me crying on a daily basis and his forgetting more and more. The last thing he told me while he was still okay was that he loved me and things wouldn't always be okay, but never give up. I never have and I never will. After that he completely forgot who I even was. I couldn't bare to look at him but I couldn't just not. I would cry out 'Daddy can't you even hear me?! Are you listening? I love you! Please come back!' but he would just look at me blankly. He couldn't hear a word I was saying. Even if he did know, he didn't know who I was. The last thing I ever said to him was 'never forget me daddy' even though he already had.
"Mom... I can't do this."
"No honey I know this is hard, but you have to. Don't do it for you, do it for your father. Take friends and have fun you'll be okay. Oh yeah! I have one more surprise for you. Go downstairs. I'll talk to you later, I love you."
After we said goodbye, I cleaned up my make up and went down stairs.
Oh my god.
"ALICE?!! BROOKLYN??"
I can't believe this.
"VI!" They both said at the same time. We hugged for probably ten minute before Luke walked in.
"Violet... Are we being robbed by screaming teenage girls and are they hurting you...?"
"No Luke, these are my friends Alice and Brooklyn from back home. I have no idea how they got here but they're here and I'm undeniably happy they are."
"Oh... Okay, cool." He said with his eyes wide and a weird fake smile on his face as he walked out of the room.
"Your mom flew us out here. She explained about the map and we talked to Liz. We'll be sleeping in the guest room on the trundle bed." Explained Alice.
Luke walked back in the room.
"Okay I called the boys and the pizza place both of them are coming, but the pizza guy will not be spending the night because frankly, that would be strange and a little creepy. But, my mom explained about the map to me. It's a little strange but we'll do it right?"
I nodded happily. I hate to admit this but it will be really fun, depending on the places we go of course.
Soon after the boys came and we explained the whole thing to them and of course Calum had to sing the map song from Dora.
"Lets get started then. It's only 6 right now and this place is just right down the road." Michael suggested.
"Let's do it!" Everyone cheered but me.
"Guys I don't know..." I said.
"Please Vi? We're all with you in this. You don't have to do it alone." Michael said and put his hand on my back. We looked at each other for a minute. I give in.
"Fine lets go." I say and roll my eyes. Everyone cheers and heads for the door.
This better be good.
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Dark Paradise (A Michael Clifford fanfiction)
Fanfiction"All I have is you guys, but I couldn't ask for anything more." I rose my glass to the people I thought I would hate and realized they're the ones I love the most. The place I used to dread became my dark paradise. The bitter sweet taste of my world...