The Brit and The Trashmouth [R.T]

Chapter Fourteen

Violet had just finished washing her dishes when she heard a faint thud from somewhere in the house, but she shrugged it off.

She turned back to do her dishes when suddenly she heard another thud, but it was even louder than the previous one, then she started to grow concerned.

She was alone in the house, since her parents were at work and her little brother had gone over to a friend's house for a sleepover.

She then heard something that made her freeze up and dropped the plate that she had in her hand yet never put down.

She heard something whisper her name, it sounded really odd and not anything that she had ever heard of before.

''Violet."

There it was again, it was like calling for her, guideing her in that direction. And it was like her feet had magically started to move on their own.

As if she didn't have any control on her own movement. Almost as if she was being pushed in that direction that the voice had come from.

She eventually stopped in front of the basement door, her breathing was shaky as she opened up the creaky wooden door and took a look down at the pitch black nothingness.

"Come down here, Violet."

She heard and with heavy reluctance, she switched on the light that was hanging from the ceiling before she made her journey down the staircase.

She landed her feet on the solid ground and took a look around the basement, but the weird thing was that she didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

She felt like something was watching her and she felt the shivers running down her spine as a lump began to form in her throat.

She really wished that someone else was home with her so that it would ease her head a little more. Maybe she should have asked Richie to stay over earlier.

Her knuckles started to turn a brilliant white as her eyes searched frantically around the basement.

"Hello."Her voice called after a minute had gone by, but nothing happened.

She sighed in relief before she began her journey back up the stairs.

"You worthless bitch!"

She heard from behind her and she quickly turned around to come face to face with a clown.

"What!?!"She exclaimed.

"I said you are a worthless bitch! You know you are too don't you?"

She could feel the tears began to fall as the clown began laughing at her.

"Awh, is the baby going to cry. Go on cry, you know I'm right. And your friends are not even your real friends!''

Violet's biggest fear is not being good enough for others and feeling like a failure. She knew the clown was telling her lies.

But she couldn't help but let her negative thoughts get the best of her.

She didn't want to think that her friends were just pretending to be her friend, they seemed too genuine to be pretending it all.

"No! You're lying."She exclaimed back, beginning to walk up the stairs backwards.

"Am I though. Do you really think that I would lie to you. You know he's never going to like you like that."