Violets Are Blue

Chapter 55

Bailey Cory's POV

"Okay your bathroom is down the hall to the left and your bedroom is two doors after" Violet says to me.

I nod.

"There should be some clean clothes in the closet and some spare toothbrushes and hygiene stuff" she says.

I take in the apartment for the hundredth time.

It's beautiful!

And it's well furnished, but simple.

"If you need anything, you have my number, now so just call- -"

"Why are you helping me, Violet?" I ask.

She looks at me.

"Because I care about Aaliyah. And Aaliyah cares about you" she says without missing a beat.

I nod.

"But you went to such lengths" I tell her.

She shrugs.

"My job is to help people." She responds bluntly.

I walk up to her.

"What happened to leaving at the first sign of danger?" I ask her.

She looks down at me.

Now Violet must be a good 5'4 or 5'5.

I'm shorter than her by maybe a few inches, but in her shoes, she towers over me.

I feel safe.

"You wanted me to leave you to die? Are you a machoest, or something?" She asks me.

I step closer and she steps back.

I shake my head, no.

"But you could have gotten hurt" I tell her.

I touch her cheek, where a piece of metal hit and grazed her.

She shrugs.

"Ever been pushed into a ditch at night?" She asks.

I gulp and look at her.

She's really tough.

Without even thinking, I lean towards her to kiss her.

She turns her face quickly and I catch her cheek.

She continues looking away, jaw clenched.

"Miss Cory, I have a boyfriend" she says, not looking at me.

"You know this... what the hell are you doing?" She asks.

The sting of rejection hits me in the face, but I bite it back.

"I... I know, I'm sorry, I just wanted to thank you. You know... for everything you did today. I'll pay you back. I promise" I say.

She shakes her head, no.

"Look at it as a gift. You don't have to pay me." Violet says, looking at me.

She side steps me and moves to the door.

"I'll check on you in a couple of days." She says.

I grab her hand and she looks me in the eyes.

"What is it?" She asks.

I gulp, before I timidly answer.

"Could you... could you stay the night?" I ask.

She looks at my hand then at me.