Violet Jackson can barely take a breath of senior year before Flynn Davis walks down the hall of her high school. It takes one look at him to have her world come crashing down.
She thought that Flynn Davis is no more than Sebastian Reynolds, who di...
U N T O L D T R U T H chapter fifty one _______ (4) years later
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I don't know why, but I feel nervous while driving past the welcome to Hamilton sign. I haven't been here to visit in months, and a lot has changed since living here.
The last time I visited home for more than two days was last years summer break. Other than that, I haven't lived in Hamilton since I was eighteen.
I laugh at myself. I'm being dramatic. I'm twenty three, it's not like I haven't been here for a long time.
The atmosphere already feels different. I feel a lot more relaxed than I do two states over in the college I go to. "Is this your stop, Miss?" The cab driver asks me as he parks out the front of Hamilton Melts.
"Yes, thank you." I take my wallet out of my bag and pay the driver for the ride from the airport to here. Within moments, I am out of the yellow cab and standing in front of the freshly painted ice cream shop I have missed dearly.
Through all of the haunting things I have been dealing with that have caused a strain on my feelings, I smile brightly. I drag my suitcase behind me as I push open the door, letting the bell above me ring.
There are a few people in here today, from what I can see. The girl behind the glass is unrecognisable to me, but I haven't been here since last year. "Hey, are you Violet?" The young blonde girl asks me, catching me by surprise.
I frown curiously, wondering how the girl knows my name. "Yeah, I am." I answer her and check that my favourite flavour is still there. It is.
"Sorry if I seemed a little weird asking you that." She apologises. "There's a photo of you and Barb hanging up in the back room still. I thought I recognised you." I smile and remember all the good times I had here.
Some of my favourites were dealing with Camila coming in dressed as a movie character in efforts to embarrass me. It never worked. Even the time she wore her underwear on the outside of her outfit. "Yeah, I knew her my whole life."
"She's doing quite well actually for someone her age. I don't even think she's in a nursing home." The blonde girl tells me then picks up a scoop. "So, what flavour will it be?"
"Mango Magic please, in the kids size cup too." It's my tradition I can't stray from. In a matter of seconds the blonde girl has scooped the flavour and placed it in the kid cup. "Thank you." I say as I pay and carry both my ice cream and wheel my suitcase.
I would have loved to sit down in a familiar booth and enjoy the sunny day, but I have too much to do today than waste time. Although, I desperately wanted this ice cream.
I had been craving it for months. I could never find any parlour near college that was anywhere near as good. I use my shoulder to push open the door and start my journey towards my house.
