Chapter 1: Blow After Blow
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE INCREDBILES
Violet sighed. It just wasn't fair.
It had been three years since Syndrome had died. Three years since her family had finally become, Well, a family. Three years since she had learned about her parent's secret identities. And one and a half years since her life had gone downhill.
She had lived a life full of adventure and thrill for awhile, then her brother had gotten tired of saving the day, and getting no thanks for it. He started doing stunts and pulling pranks, which he was never caught, but was suspended because the teacher knew he was responsible, but just had no proof of how he had done it.
This had happened every couple months, about right after he got out of his most recent suspension. Her parents were growing tired of it, often going so far as to leave them alone with Jack Jack for days at a time. She would go on as normal. Get ready for school, take care of Jack-Jack, who could take care of himself pretty much now, then go to school and come back to find Dash being scolded by her parents.
She had dealt with this and gotten used to it. She had even dealt with how her parents no longer allowed either of them to work for NSA anymore until they cleaned up their acts, despite Violet not having done anything. She had dealt with the loss of income that came with not doing her job every other day, and she had even dealt with the teasing and being the butt end of jokes because of her 'Crazy' parents and 'Messed Up' brother.
But what had finally broken her, was when Tony has shown up to her after class today. He had smiled at her and told her how she was beautiful and sweet and kind and...and then his smile had fallen, his eyes going hard and he told her that they should see other people. No debate. No questions. Not even an answer. He just walked away.
And that was why she was running home, ignoring the stares of the other people in their neighborhood as she felt warm tears pour down her face. She got home earlier then normal. Maybe she could avoid another parent-Dash episode. The second she opened her door, she found her parents standing before her, looking upset and angry. She slowly shut the door and tried to walk around them, wondering what was going on. Where was Dash?
"Stop Violet." Her mother said softly. She did as she was told and stopped. Her father then cleared his throat.
"Dash pranked one of his teachers again" his father said. Violet merely nodded. She knew this would happen, it happened so often she just ignored it. Why were they telling her? "He got caught" the cold, steely voice of her father made her freeze. That wasn't new. That was very, very bad. They would have to move again. They woul-
"The NSA got to the teacher before he could say anything..." her mother said. "Dash...Dash has been sent to a NSA correction facility" she stated.
Violted nodded, wide eyed. This wasn't good. "And" her father said. "We...we think it would be best. If...if you stopped seeing Tony" he said. This caused tears to fall from her eyes and the pain to hit her again. Now they were just unknowingly hitting a still fresh wound. "And...stay here. We're..we will be removing you from your school for awhile. Just for awhile" he said softly. Violet was shocked once again. Sure she was made fun of and mocked, but she still had a few friends at school.
"Wha...what?" she asked.
"We just need to lie low for awhile, avoid anything like that ever happening-"
"But I would ne-"
"Violet let me talk!" Mr. Incredible yelled. "You are not to leave this house. You cannot call your friends. We might have to move because of this and your worried about your friends!" he shouted.
"You worry about your too! And you never care about me!" she yelled back. Couldn't they see her tears, her pain?
"We love you! Now go to your room! I've had enough of my children yelling at me!" he shouted back.
"You're not my father! Your just a superhero who's worried about his job more then his daughter!" she screamed. A millisecond later and she was on the other side of the room, her face red from where he had smacked her, her body registering the fact that she had just gone through the couch, living room chair, lamp and into the wall partially.
Bob looked at his daughter in shock for just a second, then she vanished. He cursed loudly and ran towards her room, screaming at her, saying he was sorry.
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"Violet?" Bob called. Their was no answer from the other side of the door. Their wasn't a ruffle of sheets or a twist of the locked door handle. Nothing. "Dinner's ready" he whispered softly. He still couldn't believe he had actually attacked his daughter. His only bloody daughter! And not just attacked her, thrown her through a couch, chair, lamp and then imprinted he body into the wall! He had just raised the bar of 'Worst Things a Father Could Ever Do' so high, he doubted anyone would ever raise it higher. "Violet please...let me talk to you" he asked. There was no response. "Vi-"
"Let it go honey" Helen said softly. "She'll come out soon. We'll talk then" she said as she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Meanwhile, inside her room, having cried so hard that her bed now had a large wet spot, Violet was busy packing her things. This was nuts. This family was nuts. And she wouldn't stand another minute of it.