Violet
As I walk down the corridor I step into my old room and see the curtain is ajar letting a stream of light out from behind the dark folds of material. I turn and look out at the street below, it's been so long and so many things have changed yet people have still stayed the same.
Mum and Dad want to have a mini birthday party later but I can't see the point as birthdays are just a load of bull shit anyway.
But when mum wants something she usually gets her way. This means that we are all forced to sit in the kitchen and pretend to play happy families.
Sweeping my gaze over the room I notice a parcel which had not been spotted by me previously. Walking up to the bed I touch the crisp and fresh wrapping paper.
I wonder what is could be?
Who sent it?
And why did they go to all of that trouble?
Picking up the parcel I feel the curves and sharp edges with my hands. Tearing the wrapping paper I see the most beautiful black hat. I lift the hat up from the glimmering wrapping paper and notice a pack of my favourite cigarettes under there.
There would only be one person who would have bought me such a wonderful gift and I'm not talking to him anymore.
Don't get me wrong I do miss him and every day I think about what could have been. But he did such a hideous and beastly thing that has plagued this family for the past 20 years.
If I forgive him, then, I'll be a fool who let a man walk right over her.
If I don't forgive him then I'm an even bigger fool for ignoring the love of my life.
Tate Langdon.
The two words that haunt my life in every second of every day in my hellish existence.
Lover or monster?
Why can't he be both?
Snap out of it Violet remember he tore your heart into tiny pieces.
This is great now I'm having arguments with myself, I really must have lost the plot.
"Violet" mums voice echoes from downstairs.
Great time for the big lie. My birthday party.
Fixing my hair I put on a fake smile and head downstairs for what seems to be the most annoying 2 hours of my life. Or should I say death?
I see mum smiling like an idiot as I get into the hallway and see dad smiling behind her holding little Jeffery cradled in his arms.
37 the number that still rings through my head.
37, 37,37,37,37,37,37
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, VIOLET!
Mum and shout busting me out of my bubble of thought.
And so the bullshit starts.
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