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Violet Carson is a student in high school. Many people sees her as the popular girl, but her best friend, Luke, sees her as Vi, annoying, geeky, and dorky. Violet and Luke are close. Closer than they thought. They first thought they were normal best friends, but they realize they have something, that they thought no one else had. Read to find out.

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15. Chapter Fourteen

Violets POV

I heard a knock on the front door. I got out of bed, and walked to my window. Standing at the front door, was Mrs. Hemmings, Luke, and... Chloe.

I walked down the stairs, into the living room. "Dad I'm going out bye." I said heading for the back door. "Stop. Back up. Sit down." He said. I sighed. Luke was already sitting on the couch. "Sit. Now." He said. "But-" "Violet Isabelle Damon-Carson. Now." He said. I growled, but made my way to the couch.

When I got to the couch, I was about to sit down, when Chloe sprawled out her body. She smirked as she did it too. "I don't wanna sit next to you either. I don't even want to see any of you right now." I said, sitting on the floor.

"Violet, why don't you tell what you did the other day." Dad said. "I'd rather not." I replied. He looked at me. "I'm not saying it. I shouldn't be confessing what I did, when it's all his fault." I said. "Just say what you did." Luke's voice. I rolled my eyes.

"Violet. Now." Dad said. "I don't want to. Please. Just let me go upstairs." I said. He shook his head. "Once you tell what you did, then you may be able to go." He said. "Fine." I said.

I took my the bracelets I have been wearing for a week, and threw them at Luke. "Are you happy now. This is what you made me do." I said, showing Luke my wrists, which were full of scars. My "tattoo" wasn't there, it was covered in scars. "Can I go now?" I asked. "No. Sit back down." Dad said. "Dad! Please!" I yelled. "Violet! Sit! Now!" He yelled. Dad has never yelled before.

"Luke, do you have anything to say to Violet?" Dad asked. My eyes were filling with tears. I was calming down, when I got smacked in the back of my head. I got up. "This is my house! You won't, and will not hurt me here. You understand. You can do whatever you wanna do outside of these walls!" I yelled. "Calm down." Luke's voice said.

"Lucas! Tell Violet what you've been meaning to tell her." Mrs. Hemmings said. "There's nothing to say." He replied. Hold back the tears. Hold them back. "Chloe, what about you." Dad said. "I just wanted to say, I am so utterly not sorry." She said. I got up.

"Alright! I'm done! I'm done with all of you! Especially you!" I yelled pointing at Chloe. "You can take your little freakin perky ass out of MY house, and go somewhere! Because, it was Luke's idea to bring you back up here! Not mine!" I yelled, getting angrier and angrier.

The whole room started to shake. Pictures fell off the walls, glasses broke, the tv fell. "You think you are so much better than me. Let's see you prove it!" I yelled.

"Violet. Please. Calm down." Someone said behind me. I turned around. "It's me. I'm here. It's alright." My dad said, hugging me. "Show them what you did." He said kissing my head. I rolled up my pajama pants. On my thigh, there was a L. And next to the L, was a heart, broken into pieces.

I quickly rolled down my pants. Luke looked away. "You said. You said this wouldn't happen. You said, we were meant for each other." I said, looking at mrs. Hemmings, hysterical crying.

I ran upstairs, and slammed my door shut. "Someone please! Just kill me!" I said. "Vi." Someone said. "Get the hell out of my room." I said. "Just listen." He replied. "Why should I. You changed everything. You just think you can change your... Our fate? You're wrong Luke. You are wrong." I said. "Yes, I know that." He replied.

"What do you want." I said. "I want to talk to you." He said. "You had your chance to talk downstairs. When I showed you my scars, you looked away. You didn't care." I said. "But I did care." He replied.

"Don't lie Luke." I said. "I'm-" "don't even say it. Don't even. I know what you're thinking. I always know what you're thinking. Just the other day, you were sleeping with Chloe, and now, here you are begging for my forgiveness." I said.

"Just go." I said. "You know I can't." He said. "You can. And you will." I said. "I can't-" "just go! Go screw around with Chloe! I don't care anymore. The damage is done. There's no turning back now." I said. Luke looked at me, and walked out.

Luke's POV

I closed her door, and heard banging from inside her room. Then, the banging stopped, and I heard her crying. We are drifting apart. This isn't supposed to happen.

"Luke! Let's go!" Mom yelled. I walked down the stairs, to see Chloe halfway out the door. "I am very disappointed in you Luke." Mr. Carson said. "We will keep in touch John." Mom said as we were leaving. "Chloe, go ahead back to your cousins house." Mom said.

My mom shook her head when Chloe left. "I am so disappointed in you." She said. "I raised you better than that." She said. I looked to the ground. "Like she said. The damage is done. There's no turning back. You broke that poor girl. She will never be the same again." Mom said.

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Violet's POV

"Mom. I need you." I said. "I'm here baby." Her voice replied. "Why can't you be here." I asked. "I am honey. I was always here." She said. "I wish I could see you." I said. "Turn around baby." She said. I turned around. No one there. I walked to the door.

"Mom!" I yelled hugging her. "Oh my sweet baby." She said. I cried into her shoulder. "Come on." She said, bringing me into my room.

"Honey, Luke will come back. He will realize how hurt you are." She said. "I don't want him back." I said. "You have to. You have no choice." She said.

"Let me hear that song you've been working on." She said. I smiled. I showed her the song. "You are so much like your father." She said. "I am?" I asked. She smiled, and wiped my tears away. "Your father was in a band. Singer. He wrote his own songs." She said. I smiled.

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