Saving Violet.

Mistakes.

THE CHARACTERS IN THE PHOTO WILL BR INTRODUCED LATER.

When I opened my eyes, they were greeted by a sight I hadn't expected. Chastidy was sat on the edge of the bed, cup of tea in her hands, cigarette tucked behind her ear.

"You look like I feel" She said softly. "Theres a cup of coffee there for you."

"You been up long?" I asked.

"Few hours" She lied,  tucking a strand of hair out of the way; giving the game away.

I rolled towards my coffee, the first real movement I'd dared since waking up. But as I pushed my arm to sit up, i felt the stabbing pain and I fell on my back, swearing.

Chastidy was up in a flash, her arms on my shoulders. "Violet? What's the matter?"

"Nothing."

I glanced under the duvet as discreetly as I could and spotted the dry blood and gashes on my arm.

"Didn't sound like nothing. Let me look".

"I SAID IT'S NOTHING! Listen to me will you?"

Chastidy looked shocked at the force of my words. I'd never spoken to her like that. Never had any reason to. And she didn't know what to do as a result, except back away slowly towards the door.

"Okay. Sorry. I'll er...I'll wait downstairs for you."

I cringed, knowing I'd hurt her as much as I'd hurt myself.

******Later on******

English lessons had become more popular since Mr Hillson's arrival, to the female half of the class at least.

Chairs were occupied as soon as the bell went and the classroom shimmered with the amount of lip gloss being applied. It was funny to watch, no denying it.

Faye Riley stood at the front of the class, her skirt getting shorter each lesson. What I didnt expect though, was to be part of her plan to impress him.

"I need you to help me. Do you reckon you can get him over to our desk more often?" She said.

"Who?" I asked, innocently.

"Mr Hillson you idiot. You're good at this English stuff, so I need you to ask the right questions. Ones that'll get him over to us."

And so for the next couple of lessons, I played my bit in Faye's plan. It usually got Mr Hillson over to us, and Faye did her best to flutter her eyelashes or giggle at what he said, whether it was funny or not.

It didn't work though. Because every time I looked up, his gaze was focused on me. Not Faye.

When the end of the lesson came, Mr Hillson asked me to stay behind. That's weird?

"Ah. Violet, there you are. I've been meaning to talk to you about your classwork. Your writing is absolutely brilliant, but yet you seem to be asking questions about things that should come naturall to a writer of your ability. Is everything okay?" He asked, his face laced with concern.

So thats what this is about. He's caught on to me and Faye's act.

"Yes, Sir. Everything's fine, I just doubt myself a lot; hence the questions."

He believed my lie, looking at me with confusion.

"But your such a clever and capable girl. You have to faith in yourself. Because I sure as hell do."

But it was nothing compared to to the confusion that followed as he slowly and deliberately closed in to kiss me.

************

Some of the besy kisses in films are unexpected. Believe me, I've seen enough of them to know.

But there was no romantic moment when Mr Hillson decided to kiss me. For a split second I felt warmth, but that was quickly replaced by a thought.

His name.

I had no idea what it was. He was always Mr Hobson or Sir. And this realization shocked me back to reality.

All I knew was that he was my teacher, that he was at least ten years older than me. Other than that, nothing.

It wasn't bothering him though. His hands were wrapped around my back, pulling me closer to him. He felt too close.

His lips weren't soft any more, and hjs hands werent gentle.

I tried to ease my mouth away from his, to force words out, but his grasp remained strong. Pushing my hands against his chest, I levered the tinyest space between us, pulling my head back.

He opened his eyes as my lips left his. "What's the matter?" He asked with a look of amusement, making me wonder for a second whether anything was wrong afterall. But as soon as his lips forces themselves back on mine, it was wrong all over again.

"Don't Sir."

I turned and ran, not bothering to look back. I headed straight home, and got there barely minutes later. Chastidy mustv'e seen the panicked look on my face as I flew through the front door. I just slid down the door, crying into her arms. We stayed like that for a good few minutes before she spoke up.

"Violet, what's wrong? Please don't cry. I hate seeing you like this.. "

"It...It was Mr..H..Hills..Hillson". I said between sobs.

"Vi, what did he do to you!?" Her voice got louder, the anger evident in her.

"He...He kissed me."

"I'm going to kill him!"

Chastidy took off in her car, and I was lefy blacked out on the sofa.