Violet
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My mother slowly got off my bed, and left the room. My father just stood there, glaring at me. I groaned in pain one more time, then my head all of a sudden stopped hurting. I felt nothing, all I heard was the whispering in my head. I sat up and stared at my father. He shut the door, and quickly walked over to me, and smack me in the face. The only thing that moved was my head, and neck. It didn't hurt. I quickly looked at my dad again, face expressionless. As soon as I looked into his eyes, anger slammed into me. It was the only thing I felt, hatred. Hatred towards this man standing in front of me. "If it wasn't for you we could have more money! Your always in the way! I never even wanted a child! I don't want you!" He spat. My eyes left my father and fell on the knife. I quickly got up and grabbed the knife, and looked down at it. My father took a few steps backwards. I slowly looked up at him, eyes and fingers twitching, and an insanely huge smile on my face.
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"Get out," I said in a firm voice, but it shook a bit at the end. The muscles in his jaw tensed when I said that. Instead of getting out, he closed the door and started taking calculative predatory steps toward me. His eyes moved all over my length. My heart started to drum fast. It made me take a step back until my back was flat against the wall. "I said get out," I repeated, trying to sound firm when he was only a step away from me. He stood in front of me with his hands in his pants pocket. "Last time I checked, I still own this place," he said arrogantly in his deep voice, which made me want to sink into the wall. He stood in front of me. "But it's my workplace," I breathed out when he cut an inch of distance between us. His body was not touching me, but my body still twitched as if his calloused hands were moving all over me. I lowered my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself, but my heartbeat raised when I heard steps coming towards us. "Someone is coming. Go from here," I found myself pleading. The steps became louder as if the person were just a few steps away from opening the door. I don't want rumours to be spread here. An evil smile formed on the corner of his lips looking at the distress on my face. "I'm not afraid to be seen with my wife," he said in his deep, low voice, sending shivers down my spine. My eyes snapped towards him in anger. I know he was doing this on purpose because no one here knows we are married. Why is he breaking the deal?

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