Opposites Attract.

Chapter Three~Abusive Sister.

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And this chapter may be a little short, I don't have as much time to write today.

Viola was annoying Error and Alpha with questions about himself ever since she came out of her room. "So, what made you chose this college?" Viola asked, fiddling with her blonde hair. Error was silently judging her with his chocolate brown eyes. "We didn't. My father made us go here." Error said, crossing his arms. It was safe to say that Viola was very different from Violette. Appearance and personality wise. Error noticed that Violette was much more quiet and calm, while Viola was loud and obnoxious. They also hardly looked anything like eachother. "So, what do you think of my sister?" Viola growled silently when she mentioned Violette. She had to know what these to strangers thought of the person that killed her family. "She's nice! I like her." Alpha said, being his normal, cheerful self. "Eh, she's alright. Nicer than most of the females I've met." Error said, glaring at Viola a little. Viola put on a fake a smile. "That's good!" She said. Error could see right through her though, he could tell that Viola hated Violette more than anything. Just then, Violette walked out of her room. "Ah, speak of the devil." Viola said, turning her head towards Violette.

"Geez, you look awful. Did you go to hell and back during your nap?" Error joked, a smirk playing on his lips. "I think I did.." Violette mumbled and rubbed her face. Her eyes were red and puffy and her hair was messy, yet she still looked beautiful. Error heard what Violette said, but pretended like he didn't hear a word. It's not like it will do anything. "Oh, Error that reminds me, we have to go get some food! I don't want to eat fast food for the rest of my life." Alpha said, smiling. Error nodded and got up, getting another glance at Violette. The two walked out of the dorm and college. The entire time, Error couldn't get that image of Violette out of his head.

Violette sighed and tried to go back in her room, but Viola grabbed her arm. "Not so fast, Violette." Viola said, dragging Violette away from the door that lead to her room. Violette was silent, she knew this would come sooner or later. Viola glared at Violette with a stare that would haunt her forever. Violette closed her eyes and prepared for the impact. And yes, it came. But not in her stomach or arm, it was her face. Viola punched Violette in the face, right in her left eye. Violette fell to the floor, looking at Viola with fear in her eyes. Viola never went this far. This continued for what felt like decades. After what felt like hours, Violette sat up. She traced the bruise on her face with her fingers and just sulked. Why her? Out of all the people in the world, why Violette?