I couldn't even look at them. "Violet, why aren't you eating?" My dad's eyes glimmered with both curiosity and concern. Violet why aren't you eating? I wanted to scream at him that food was the least satisfying thing at the moment , that the thought of dining with him and his free balling dick ways and my mom's secretive tendencies made me want to puke. "I'm not hungry; I'm pretty stuffed with bullshit." I said blandly. Bullshit. That was one word that seemed to extinguish the flame of anger and frustration that burned inside me. It was true though, this family was filled with bullshit. My whole entire life was bullshit. I left the table without another word. Bullshit seemed like a pretty good one to go out on. They didn't call my name, I knew they wouldn't, they know it wouldn't do any good. I climbed the hollowed wood staircase to my room, the halls flooded with darkness but I ignored the thoughts of something lingering within it, even though I knew something or someone probably was. I was still pretty pissed off from my mom wanting to sell the house, how could she do such a thing? Move me halfway across the country because my piece of shit dad had to screw some bitch, now she's telling me we have to give up the house I've learned to love? Bullshit. My door was cracked, which was weird because I always leave it shut to hint to my parents never to enter. I caught a glimpse of blonde hair as I cautiously opened it. "Hey beautiful" Tate stood in the center of the room with a devilish smirk on his face. Every tension in my body released. A rush of excitement and nerves surged through my body invading every cell. My heart squeezed and released at a million miles per hour. "Hey" I breathed out slowly walking to the center of the room where he stood. His steady hand brushed a piece of hair away from my eyes; he rested his palm on the back of head and held a stern look. It looked as if he were… admiring me, he stared into my eyes for what seemed like too long. I couldn't look away; I was completely mesmerized by him. I felt like a helpless animal under his strong will. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach as he slowly leaned closer to me not letting his eyes leave mine. What was it about him that made me turn into a giddy little girl at a backstreet boy concert? I felt powerless and weak, but at the same time his warm lips against mine were the only thing that could make me forget about all the bullshit in my life.