I feel most at peace at my dad's house. It still wasn't enough to call his house a home, but he was sweet and gentle. He didn't yell at me or hurt me. He loved me. Not as much as Arthur, but he still loved me. My dad looked just like me. He had black hair, with brilliant violet eyes, that he passed on to me. He named me, Violet, because of my eyes. He told me that every time he saw my eyes he would think of the beautiful flowers. I remember when he told me he will always love me no matter what would happen to him and my mom. That no matter what, I was his Violet. He told me he loved me. I felt calm and even happy. That's an emotion I hadn't felt for a while, it felt so far away like it could never be obtained.
I could have said Arthur made me feel happy, but he didn't, he made me feel safe. When the fighting was at its worst I went to Arthur, he listened. He didn't try to fix it or change it, he just let me talk. That was when Azalea still wanted to try to fix my parents. She would beg me to let her stay at home. She loved them so much, and I envied her because I couldn't do that.
"Not that one!" I grumbled, "I want a new tale!"
"Ooh, a new one!" snickered Rose, "does that even exist?"
I walked over to the cabinet, and I grabbed two tea bags and four hot chocolate packets. I turned on the coffee pot and heated up some water.
"Ha Ha," I replied sarcastically, "we can't be here that often, can we?" I knew we could, at least I was.
"Actually I do have one," Arthur stammered. I looked up from pouring the water into each person's mug
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Mr. Linden's Library
Mystery / ThrillerInspired by the Harris Burdick mystery. Violet Taylor is a quiet girl who has a rough home life. She loves going to the library with her sister to hear wonderfully crafted stories. One day Arthur steps up his game and tells a spooky story about a gi...
