Prologue: Part one
(Trees are pretty)
The trouble now is that there will be no certainty for Violete's fate, because she avoided the worse outcome. That is with living in her aunt's home, Violete had a roof, had a room, had her books, but lost all love. Violete's aunt wasn't wicked; to say, she was the least out of all the aunts. However, besides the blood, vanity bonded the sisters, and they were very, very vain. The removal of Violete benefited to them all. This is how it came about; and a bit more:
"We have our last bride here," shrilled the oldest, "The most fortunate, as her older sisters are able to shower her with wedding gifts."
"Hopefully soon we'll move onto gifts for a baby!" the second sister added
"Much too soon, too soon, Alice is young." remarked the oldest
A big haggard stature barged through the doorway holding a basket full of gaudy ribbons and lace. It was clear she had been expected.
"You don't make it an attempt to greet your sisters, Bonnie?"
"I don't do anything talking until the work's done," she staggered for a while and plopped the decorations on the rug "Or until there's drugging involved."
"Champagne's on the left. Tylenol on the right. Don't ask for anything stronger, there are children in this household." the second sister mortified to think how a sober Bonnie could possibly act and dress any more brazen. Bonnie made her way to the bucket ice, the sisters retrieved their scissors. Wedding invitations to be send out this week, and less then a third finished. Snip, Snip, Paste, Paste.
Meanwhile…Elle went on an outing brought along by Aunt Alice, soon-to-be bride. The blushing bride cheery, however, Violete was on the opposite side of the spectrum. Even so, the positive energy of Aunt Alice combined with ignorance of Violete's feelings overpowered the scene.
"I am happy, today, the trees are glorious! Are you going to be happy as well?"
"I will be happy for you- and your new fiancé," Elle sighed with thought; I will lose another mother and gain an uncle. How can I smile?
Elle strained a grin.
"A false smile will do me no good, Eloise. I also do not take comfort in calling my future husband 'new'. Can I ask you to give him a chance?" Aunt Alice had a face mankind couldn't resist; what she wanted, she surely got.
I will judge my aunt to what her fiancé does and hold her accountable for his actions. I have the right to remain silent and will take advantage of that right during any time. I will make her know my rights!
"Cheers." Glasses rose. Clink
The following week legal papers came and problems pursued.
"No, I will not give up custody of my sister's child!"
"Then you will have to forgo marriage."
Aunt Alice had an epileptic fit in the regulations office upon be sentenced two options. Violete or her wedding ceremony? For the first time in Alice's blessed life, things went awry. She didn't know how to respond.
"You have 48 hours to decide otherwise I'll reject the legality status of Mrs.-"
'Whatever, all shit to me' Now her sanity is questioned.
Alice drove home, begun packing, "Violete, get up here."
Violet ran upstairs. "Why what's wrong? You never want me in your room."
'What's wrong is that I do want you.'
"What?" Violete noticed the suitcases, "You're packing?"
Aunt Alice stuffed everything in and the furniture if she could've. She urged herself, 'stay silent.'
She couldn't!
"Oh, Violete, I will miss you too much! I need to go away, run to some place where I can be…Not here." There she sobbed drenched in her tears.
"I don't understand. Where are you going? Why can't you take me too?"
"I suppose…"
This was the last time Violete was out with Alice, Aunt Alice. She made a feeble goodbye and as Alice got on the train she calmed down. Violete's other aunts were called;
"Hello, who is calling? Alice, oh it's nice to see you calling me for once. You sound remorse dear. Are you alright; where are you now? I see. What about Violete? I will come to get her then. You don't want me to bring her to you? A cold foot gets the best of us then. No dear, you haven't done anything wrong. No need to bother them. I'll tell Bonnie and Clyde you're on an early honeymoon. Sigh."
As instructed, Violete stayed on the bench of the train station. This was odd to her; it wasn't as beautiful as other places she had been with Aunt Alice. The people looked queer and dressed as funny as they smelt. She didn't mind being alone and didn't realize how long she had waited. It was just new to her. A man dressed in uniform attire came and asked,
"Where are you headed to?"
Violete ignored the gentleman
"Not a talker eh? A better question is who are you waiting for?"
"I'm not waiting for anyone; my ugly aunt is looking for me."
"It's established that you are not a mute, and that you need your mouth rinsed."
The man led little Violete to the chief building. There she was handed a toothbrush and told to spit into a red mug.