Ok guys.. Most of you must be wondering whats going on.. Well.. I re-read what i wrote and i didnt like the laster chapters.. i liked the first few but i decided that i needed to start over and tell you what was going on..
I felt like things we going WAY to fast for Violet and Embry.. and so I'm going to fix that.. I liked everything until chapter 4.. which is where im going to fix things. I hope you arent too upset.. review.. again! please oh please!
My life had been spiraling out of control. Something had to be done and I refused to be controlled any longer.
I had just finished putting on my silver flower earrings. I surveyed myself in my mirror. My light green dress hugged my curves without showing my bruises. My cuts were hidden beneath the material. I hated wearing revealing things afraid someone would ask me what happened. I fiddled with the necklace Jordan had given me. It was a heart and lock set. I sighed and found my carry-on purse then walked downstairs.
"Sweetie, you look.. well don't worry about how you look. Don't slouch; it makes you look like a slob. And walk like you know what you're doing." My mother's eyebrows scrunched together whenever she got angry. I did as I was told. I was thankful she didn't make any more comments than that.
My dad looked up from his book and smiled at me. He stood up and motioned for me to come over. I wasn't going to refuse him, knowing I would get a mouthful from my mother.
He took me by my hands and looked over me thoroughly. I tried my best to not cringe from the contact.
"Have a good time tonight sweetheart, and remember, we love you." I had to keep myself from rolling my eyes at that.
I'm going to let you in on a little secret. My mother can never say a good thing about me. She nags, and tells me everything I do wrong. She's slapped me and hit me. I said nothing. I didn't tell my best friend. I didn't even tell Jordan, my boyfriend. He's a different story.
My father goes on like nothing is wrong. He sees everything, yet doesn't have the heart to call someone. It scared me, and I know if I don't obey them, I will be beaten.
"Me, too Dad." I heard a horn honk.
"There's Jordan. Go, you don't want to keep him waiting." Dad pushed me out the door. What was with everyone tonight?
I walked out the door and saw Jordan.
He took my hand and pulled me into a hug. He buried his face into my neck. My parents stood there watching us. Oh, did I mention I never get privacy? I just kind of stood there with my arms around Jordan. He used to be my everything until he started smoking. Then everything was different. When he was high or drunk, he beat me. When he's sober he treats me like a princess.
The embrace ended and he looked at me from an arm's length.
"You look.. Exquisite. Bye Mr. and Mrs. Adams! I'll get her home by 11." He took my by the hand as we jogged to his car. My heart raced, reminding me what he did when he touches me. He left me at the passenger side of the door, making me open the door instead of him doing it for me.
We drove until we came to an expensive restaurant. In Portland, Oregon there are many to choose from. We parked the car and walked in. The host greeted us and walked us to our table.
Jordan and I talked about our day. I had to work and Jordan was out doing who knows what.
I was a senior in high school. The summer had just ended. Jordan was out of school but in college. His family was filthy rich so I don't know why he was in college. He hardly ever went to class.
I was going to turn 18 in 6 months and I couldn't wait until I was so I could move out. I was sick of being at home. I only had one fear. That my parents wouldn't let me leave.
Jordan and I finished our dinner then went back out to his car. I opened the door and got in waiting for us to go. He didn't get in the car, but lit a cigarette. I started breathing hard and fast. I knew this couldn't be good. He finished his cig then got in the car. He had a few beers inside the restaurant.
He started the car and we drove off toward the park for a walk. I loved taking walks anywhere and everywhere. It helped to clear my mind when things bothered me.
When we arrived at the park, I took off my shoes and left them in Jordan's car. He hadn't said a word the whole way there so I didn't know if he was sober or not. He held my hand while we walked.
"How much do you love me?" He finally spoke. His voice made me jump. I was always jumpy but I was overly jumpy. Something wasn't right about Jordan lately. He had been more violent lately. I was expecting the worst.
"I love you as much as I can." I answered.
He brought me to a bench and we sat down.
"Violet, where do you see yourself in five years?" He asked me putting his arm around me. His words were slurred. It wouldn't be long now before something ticked him off. I had to watch what I said.
"I see myself in college, possibly living on my own. Why?" I asked.
"Am I in your future?" He looked at me. His big blue eyes bored into mine.
"You could be if you wanted to." I said cautiously.
"Do you want me to be?"
"I guess."
He stared at me until I squirmed under his gaze.
"Why are you asking me all these questions?" I wondered.
"Because.." His sentence stopped. I had been staring at my hands until he stopped speaking. I looked up. He was in front of me on his knees.
My breath came fast. Little gasps flew past my lips. I couldn't move or think.
"Violet Arianna Adams, you are my world. My whole world. Nothing matters to me except you. I can't see myself with anyone accept you. Will you marry me?"
My life had been spiraling out of control. Something had to be done and I refused to be controlled any longer.
I had just finished putting on my silver flower earrings. I surveyed myself in my mirror. My light green dress hugged my curves without showing my bruises. My cuts were hidden beneath the material. I hated wearing revealing things afraid someone would ask me what happened. I fiddled with the necklace Jordan had given me. It was a heart and lock set. I sighed and found my carry-on purse then walked downstairs.
"Sweetie, you look.. well don't worry about how you look. Don't slouch; it makes you look like a slob. And walk like you know what you're doing." My mother's eyebrows scrunched together whenever she got angry. I did as I was told. I was thankful she didn't make any more comments than that.
My dad looked up from his book and smiled at me. He stood up and motioned for me to come over. I wasn't going to refuse him, knowing I would get a mouthful from my mother.
He took me by my hands and looked over me thoroughly. I tried my best to not cringe from the contact.
"Have a good time tonight sweetheart, and remember, we love you." I had to keep myself from rolling my eyes at that.
I'm going to let you in on a little secret. My mother can never say a good thing about me. She nags, and tells me everything I do wrong. She's slapped me and hit me. I said nothing. I didn't tell my best friend. I didn't even tell Jordan, my boyfriend. He's a different story.
My father goes on like nothing is wrong. He sees everything, yet doesn't have the heart to call someone. It scared me, and I know if I don't obey them, I will be beaten.
"Me, too Dad." I heard a horn honk.
"There's Jordan. Go, you don't want to keep him waiting." Dad pushed me out the door. What was with everyone tonight?
I walked out the door and saw Jordan.
He took my hand and pulled me into a hug. He buried his face into my neck. My parents stood there watching us. Oh, did I mention I never get privacy? I just kind of stood there with my arms around Jordan. He used to be my everything until he started smoking. Then everything was different. When he was high or drunk, he beat me. When he's sober he treats me like a princess.
The embrace ended and he looked at me from an arm's length.
"You look.. Exquisite. Bye Mr. and Mrs. Adams! I'll get her home by 11." He took my by the hand as we jogged to his car. My heart raced, reminding me what he did when he touches me. He left me at the passenger side of the door, making me open the door instead of him doing it for me.
We drove until we came to an expensive restaurant. In Portland, Oregon there are many to choose from. We parked the car and walked in. The host greeted us and walked us to our table.
Jordan and I talked about our day. I had to work and Jordan was out doing who knows what.
I was a senior in high school. The summer had just ended. Jordan was out of school but in college. His family was filthy rich so I don't know why he was in college. He hardly ever went to class.
I was going to turn 18 in 6 months and I couldn't wait until I was so I could move out. I was sick of being at home. I only had one fear. That my parents wouldn't let me leave.
Jordan and I finished our dinner then went back out to his car. I opened the door and got in waiting for us to go. He didn't get in the car, but lit a cigarette. I started breathing hard and fast. I knew this couldn't be good. He finished his cig then got in the car. He had a few beers inside the restaurant.
He started the car and we drove off toward the park for a walk. I loved taking walks anywhere and everywhere. It helped to clear my mind when things bothered me.
When we arrived at the park, I took off my shoes and left them in Jordan's car. He hadn't said a word the whole way there so I didn't know if he was sober or not. He held my hand while we walked.
"How much do you love me?" He finally spoke. His voice made me jump. I was always jumpy but I was overly jumpy. Something wasn't right about Jordan lately. He had been more violent lately. I was expecting the worst.
"I love you as much as I can." I answered.
He brought me to a bench and we sat down.
"Violet, where do you see yourself in five years?" He asked me putting his arm around me. His words were slurred. It wouldn't be long now before something ticked him off. I had to watch what I said.
"I see myself in college, possibly living on my own. Why?" I asked.
"Am I in your future?" He looked at me. His big blue eyes bored into mine.
"You could be if you wanted to." I said cautiously.
"Do you want me to be?"
"I guess."
He stared at me until I squirmed under his gaze.
"Why are you asking me all these questions?" I wondered.
"Because.." His sentence stopped. I had been staring at my hands until he stopped speaking. I looked up. He was in front of me on his knees.
My breath came fast. Little gasps flew past my lips. I couldn't move or think.
"Violet Arianna Adams, you are my world. My whole world. Nothing matters to me except you. I can't see myself with anyone accept you. Will you marry me?"