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“Deadly. I’ll sort it out with Dad. Just get your ass here. Or do you want her to keep getting college dick whilst we rot away at home with only our own hands for company?”
There’s a long pause before Mad says, “Fine. Just don’t do anything without me.”
“You know there’s no without you, brother,” I say, before hanging up.
Even if I have to tear the rest of me apart to have her, we’ll soon have our missing piece back with us.
11
Violet
Nine Months Later
Ican barely concentrate in class. I’ve not slept properly in weeks. Mom keeps calling, telling me to come back home for summer break and that I’m putting a strain on the family by never visiting.
How can I just visit though?
I can’t just walk back into their lives like I didn’t blow them up completely.
It’s not until most of the classroom is empty, that I realize the lecture's ended. I’m going to have to ask someone else for their notes again and try to get another extension from my creative writing professor.
Hopefully, I’ll get it done on time because I’m pretty sure he hates me. My last four assignments were all late and I swear he graded me poorly as some sort of punishment for it.
I quickly pack my books into my backpack so I don’t get caught alone with him and follow the last few students out.
The couple in front of me have their arms wrapped snugly around each other's waists as they squeeze through the door. I try not to feel bitterat the sight.
I’ve not been touched by another man since Maddox and Max.
My only boyfriend has been battery operated and that’s been a let down. I’ve fucked myself senseless with the thing, imagining it was someone I can never have. Thought maybe if I got that fantasy out of my head I could move on and hook up with a real person, but that involves actually talking to a guy for more than a few sentences.
College was supposed to be a fresh start. Apparently that cliche wasn’t meant for me.
Reading and writing is what I love, that’s why I wanted to come here. I’d already read the majority of books on the curriculum before I even started. I thought I was guaranteed to succeed and become a writer one day, but dreams become overrated once you discover they can be crushed in an instant.
As I head across campus to grab some food before I head to my dorm for the night, I get an odd feeling. My skin prickles with heat like someone’s watching me.
I quickly look behind me, hoping to catch whatever creep might be following me, but there’s no one there. The feeling stays with me all the way to the cafeteria.
When I pull open the large oak door, I yelp as I bump into Sarah, one of the girls from my dorm. Sarah is the complete opposite to me in every way, she's bubbly and popular. Whilst I've never been popular, I did used to have that same bubbly attitude that she does and I can't help but miss feeling like that.
“Sorry, Vi, didn’t mean to scare you,” she chuckles lightly.
I cringe as she calls me Vi, I’ve told her I prefer Violet. Only one person has ever called me Vi and I can’t bear anyone else saying it.
“Oh no, it was my fault, I was in my own head. Are you getting food?” I ask, plastering the fake smile I always wear back onto my face.
“Ah sorry, we just ate.” She smiles back at me apologetically, as she motions to the rest of her friends chatting behind her as they wait for her to finish talking with me.
“Oh cool, don’t let me keep you. I’ll see you later.” I move out of the way for them to all fit through the doorway.
“See you, Vi.” Sarah waves me off as she passes.
“It’s Violet.” My frustration gets the better of me and the words just slip out. I'm sick of people not listening to me. Just because I'm quiet and keep to myself shouldn't mean my voice doesn't deserve to be heard.
“Hmm?” She asks, her long auburn hair catches in the breeze as she spins on her heel.
“My name is Violet.” I brush away a loose strand that's escaped from my ponytail. My hair has become a long mess recently and really doesn't stand up next to her perfectly styled waves.