Almost Unreal | Violentine One-Shots

Betrayal Part Three | Angst + Comfort

"I can't talk to you right now," says Violet as she pushes past Louis and continues her walk home. The younger boy races to catch up with her and Violet feels her annoyance grow as she feels his presence behind her. She turns sharply on her heel and scowls at Louis as he looks down at her.

"Violet I need to talk to you." He states, his eyes are wide with concern and worry.

Violet shifts her weight onto her other foot, becoming aware of the people who brush past them on the street, "well I don't want to," she says before taking off again. She's so close to her home, just down the street and then to the left, she wants to run there, lock herself in and drown her sorrows in alcohol.

Louis grabs her arm and spins Violet around so she's once more facing him, overcome with anger Violet shoves Louis backwards, harder than she intended to. The boy stumbles slightly before regaining his balance, but he keeps a healthy distance from Violet once he finds his feet again.

"Don't touch me!" she yells, a few onlookers cast their eyes over to Louis and Violet before getting on with their lives, they probably assume that it's just another young couple fighting in the street, no need to get involved, just young lovers in the middle of a tiff.

"Violet," says Louis with a small voice as he smooths down his trench coat, "please can I just talk to you, I need to apologise" he takes one hesitant step towards the blonde, her hands are crossed firmly across her chest, a scowl painting upon her face.

"Fine," she says and for the third time, she turns away from her best friend and walks onward towards her house, Louis trails behind keeping silent as he becomes aware of the attention Violet's shouts have gained from nearby residents of the city.

As she reaches her front door Violet struggles to get the key into the lock, she swears loudly and grumbles in frustration. Louis bites his lip thinking over the heartache and frustration he and Clementine must have caused to Violet over the past twelve hours.

After twisting the key in the other direction Violet pulls the door open and stands aside for Louis to enter, she follows him intently with her gaze as he enters the hallway. As he normally would Louis goes to slip off his shoes but Violet interrupts his actions, "leave them on" she states closing the door behind her and walking into the kitchen, "you're not staying long."

Louis sighs and follows his friend; he takes a seat by the kitchen table and watches as Violet grabs a bottle of whisky from an overhead cabinet and pours herself a full glass. She returns to the table sitting opposite Louis, a silence falls between them and Violet takes a swig of the liquor wincing at the taste.

"Talk to me then," she says sliding the glass between her open hands to fill the silence between them. As much as she knows this will hurt, she has to know the events of the whole night because right now she's lost as to what to do about her 'relationship' with Clementine.

"Tell me everything from the start," she says with a small voice.

Louis frowns, "you want to know everything?"

"You said you wanted to talk, start talking."

Louis leans forward and folds his arms on the table top, he doesn't really know where to begin with all this but he knows that Violet deserves to know the whole story. "We went out to that nightclub we always go to" he begins, pausing to look at Violet, she's scowling her eyes trained on the whisky glass locked within her fingers, "they had this deal on where you get five shots for the price of three and...fuck" he shakes his head, "we just got so drunk Vi."

He chances a glance at Violet, she feels the weight of his eyes on her but refuses to meet his gaze, instead, she picks up her glass and takes a drink, "keep going," she mutters.