violate-black roses

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this story will mostly be in violets pov, if not, i'll say so :)

i actually liked the new house, witch was rare, considering what happened in the last one. it all went down to a shit show in boston, but having a new house won't just fix everything up, if that's what they're thinking. i walk up to my room with this happy feeling that i won something. maybe the debate to actually stay? this house gives me a good vibe and i hope i can make the best of it. and i hope they don't bully me here, although that can't be promised.
i can overhear my dads' sessions ALL THE FUCKING TIME. and to be quite honest, it doesn't really annoy me because i get to hear everyone's problems, and some being worse than mine. i lay on my bed overhearing an other one, witch i do constantly. i roll over tours the wall, because that's when you hear the conversations best. this one kid, he's fucked up, and so is his life. but something about him makes me feel something...like, connected? i don't quite know, but i smile thinking about him, a lot. for an overview, he basically talks about the shitty people in his life, and how his mom would always give blowjobs to the neighbors, fucked right? yeah.
     i hear the boy leave, and say bye to my father. i never felt this way about someone, and it's weird because i've never met him.
i then hear a soft knock on my door, and i get a bit frightened because my mom and dad usually just decide to barge in whenever they feel :/
i slowly get up from my bed, opening the door while closing my eyes and begin yelling  at my dad.
"dad why can't you just respect my privacy and just leave me alone because you kinda wanna make me kill myse-"
"dang i'm sorry." i hear a young, but shy voice cut me off.
i stand in shock. it got silent for a while.
"who are you and how do know where my room is?" i say, not blinking, just staring at his soft, yet taint eyes...yet almost fully covered by his long dirty-blonde hair.
he looked at the ground. "i sorta know my way around." he says while fidgeting with his sleeves.
my shocked face turned more into a confused face. "i don't know who you are, but i'm violet." i say smiling with teeth (and that's rare)
"tate," he says shaking my hand. "i'm one of your dads patients. i had to use the bathroom, but i also remembered that he mentioned a daughter, so i thought i'd explore"
"oh okay," i say nodding. "i may sound like a creep, but i've heard some of your conversations," i say walking to my desk, just sitting by my huge whiteboard. "i don't know witch one you are, but trust me, i've heard loads of fucked up shit, it honestly makes me feel better about my screwed life." i say gesturing him to come sit across from me.
"oh, well, i just talk about fucked up people, and my mom," he said laughing a bit. "what's wrong with you? if you uh don't mine me asking." he said looking at my wrist. i disconnect my eyes from his, and follow them to my wrist. fucking shit! my sleeve was rolled up because it's hot as a camels vagina in here, but i forgot all about my problems when he came in the room.
"it's nothing, really." i say walking away from the table, grabbing a CD disk. then i hear the door open....aggressively.
     (this isn't edited so 🥰🙈) but enjoy chapter one!