People Like Us

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.


24. Chapter Twenty Three

IMPORTANT!!!!!!!!!!! At the end of chapter, there is a trigger warning! Letting you know ahead of time.

Violets POV

"Vi, wake up." Mom said. "I've been up." I said. "Good. Here, put this on, and put your hair up." She said, giving me a black leather jumper.


Luke's POV

Violet is coming over today with her family. And I am so excited. I hope shes okay, I mean, she did get beat up badly, last month.

"Luke, come help your mother set the table please." Dad said. I walked down the stairs, seeing Ben and Jack, playing with paper airplanes. I started laughing.

Violets POV

"Do I really have to go?" I asked. "Yes." She said. I sighed loudly. "Stop complaining." She said. I sighed. "But mom. I don't wanna go." I said. "Violet. Your brother and father will be there. You will be fine." She said.

Mom knocked on the door, and mrs. Hemmings answered. "Oh! Come in come in!" She said, opening her door. "Violet, you look so grown up." She said. "Oh, thank you. Mom made me wear this." I said.

"Violet?" Someone asked. I looked beyond Mrs. Hemmings, and standing there, was Ben and Jack. "Ben! Jack!" I yelled, running to them. "How old are you now? My age?" Ben asked. "No, eighteen. Almost nineteen." I replied with a laugh. "Wow. You seem so much older." He said. "Thanks? I think." I replied.


"So, how is it down there?" Mrs. Hemmings asked. "It's actually good. I like it. It's like, all my thoughts are gone." I replied. She smiled. "Mom, can I change out of this before dad comes?" I asked. "Fine. Here's your dress." She said, handing me a pink short dress, and silver heels.

I walked up the stairs, and into Luke's room, since he was downstairs. I took off my jumper, and the door opened. "Oh geez!" I said, throwing a blanket over me. "Why are you in my room?" Luke asked. "I- I was changing. You were downstairs. And your dad was in the bathroom." I replied. "Just get dressed and get out." He said, rolling his eyes.

"What did she do to you?" I asked, trying to touch Luke's face. He smacked my hand away, and gave me a disgusted look. "Shes turning me into the enemy." I said. "Great." I said. "Who will leave me next? My own family?!" I asked, throwing my hands up. "You're lucky I'm letting you stay in my room." He said.


I ran down the stairs, and walked to the table. "You look great honey." Mrs. Hemmings said. I smiled. Luke came down the stairs, and sat down. "Violet dear, would you help me with the table?" Mrs. Hemmings asked. "Sure." I replied getting up. I noticed Jack looking at my butt. "Next time, don't make it so obvious." I said. He laughed.

"So, are you going back to school?" Mrs. Hemmings asked, as she did the dishes. "Oh, I don't know. I don't know if I want to deal with Esme." I replied. She nodded. "You know, Luke really has been worried." She said. I laughed a little. "Really? Didn't seem like it." I said. She looked at me. "Sorry." I said. She smiled.


There was a knock on the front door, and Luke got up to get it. "Hey! Come in." He said. Chloe, Michael, Calum and Ashton walked in. He threw his arm around Chloe, and totally ignored the guys. "Go ahead." Mom said. I smiled.

We were all in Luke's room. Well, everyone else, but me. I was told to stay in the guest room. The door opened, and in walked three tall guys. "Hey, why are you in here?" Michael asked. "Oh, um. I just... Don't want to... See Chloe." I replied. "Tell us the real reason." Calum said. They all sat next to me. "So, you all kind of know the story, and stuff. About Luke and I." I said. They all nodded. "Well, Chloe got into Luke's mind. And she made him think that I am some bad person. So, he won't let me near him, or in his room." I said. "I'm sorry." Ashton said. I laughed. "Friends can't stay friends forever I guess." I replied.

"Stop talking to my friends." Luke's voice said. "Oh, so now you are gonna talk." I replied. "Yes! Because you are talking to my friends!" His voice boomed. "I didn't tell them to come in here. They wouldn't be in here if you would just let me in." I said. "You're not good enough to come in my room. You're not popular anymore. And well, populars don't socialize with nons." He said.

I got up, and walked across the hall, into Luke's room. "Look at that! I'm in your room!" I yelled. "Get out." He said. "No! What are you gonna do to me!" I yelled. "Get out now." He said. "Why!" I yelled. "Because you're unwanted here! No one likes you anymore! Go away! Don't talk to me! I'll lose my rep!" He yelled. "You were never wanted." He said. I stood there, with hurt in my eyes, which I think Luke saw. "Screw you." I said walking out.

"Mom. I wanna go." I said. "Honey-" "mom! Please!" I yelled. "Alright. Thank you Liz." She said. "Of course. Um. Let me know about that. Thing." Mrs. Hemmings said. Mom nodded.

"I need to stop at home." I said. She nodded, and we walked into our house. I ran upstairs into the bathroom, and grabbed my little box. I ran back down, and mom was standing there.

Once we got to the place we are living now, I ran into the 'bathroom', and sat on the floor. I opened my box, and took out my blades. I put it to my skin, and slid it across. I watched as the blood flowed out of my arm, and onto the floor. The pain doesn't bother or hurt me anymore. After all the times I've cut, not one thing hurts.

I thought mom said this place was supposed to keep me safe. Supposed to keep me from danger. She said that's what it will do. But, now, I'm not safe. I am dying inside. Fake smiles. Fake smiles. Everyday. Luke should know what he is doing. I need to find out a way to stop this hate. I know exactly what to do. But first, I need to get Chloe away for a while.

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