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Chapter 3! This is a very short chapter but the next one will be really long. I am really excited about the next chapter. There will be lots happening...

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Chapter 3: Will there be alcohol?

"I am not going. I am 18 mother and you can't boss me around anymore." Violet said firmly while stroking the now named and perfectly groomed dog Shadow. Named for his beautiful charcoal fur and his ability of hiding.

"You are going because you are a part of this family and you are not embarrassing me! Now, Stop being childish and go get ready. You don't act like your 18 at all. You act more like an 8-year-old. I don't know why I let you live with me for 18 years. I should have dumped you in Bowerstone orphanage the day you were born"

Violet would never admit it, but that last comment kinda hurt. Her Mother would never mean that, right?

Violet looked up to her mother, attempting to hide the sadness that washed over her, "Will there be alcohol?" Violet laughed sadly, attempting to lighten the mood.

"Obviously."

"Right, well, I guess you're right, I will…go get ready…then." Violet said in a defeated voice and she made her way up the stairs.

Violet's Mother watched her daughter, a small bit of guilt looming over her. With a sigh, she sat down and waited patiently for Violet.

As Violet got dressed, the words of her Mother haunted her. She really was not sure why they had affected her so much. Her Mother had said curler things, but for some unknown reason, that one hurt. Attempting to brush it off, Violet continued to get ready.

In truth, the situation she was in was actually very fortunate. Violet had wanted answers for her Father's disappearance, and she would bet all her gold that Reaver new something. The real question was, what price would he charge for said information. After all, she had never even met the man. The only words she had to go off was her Father's warning: to stay away from the bad man. Armed with that information, Violet was finally ready, and proceeded to leave with her Mother.

Dressed in a deep purple 'above the knee' dress, Violet and her mother walked along to Reaver's mansion.

It was around 8:00pm at night. When the sky was greeted by the moon and the sun was cast off aside. The amethysts encrusted on Violet's dress glimmered in the moon light. Blinding anyone that dared to look at them directly. Violet's dress was make out of a very expensive silk that clung to her very tightly. A little bit too tightly.

Violet liked to think of herself as the brave sort, yet, she felt a strange feeling which she could not quite describe. It was like fear mixed with anticipation mixed with hope. She didn't know what to expect from Reaver. After all, he and Violet had not exchanged one word and she was a little scared about what he was like.

Violet had heard quite a few rumors about Reaver and some of which, frightened her deeply. Then, she was looking forward to what he would look like in person. She had saw him on posters, but a lot of people had graffitied make up over them which Violet had absolutely no part in what so ever. Violet was so lost in thought that she stumbled on the steps that lead to his house. Her mother glared at her and in return, violet gave her a sickly-sweet smile.

That strange feeling did not get any better as Violet looked up to Reaver's mansion. She had never been so close to it. Although, she wasn't sure if she liked it or not. The whole house seemed to tower over her and intimidate her like it did every night when she saw it from her window.

Just then, the large, wooden doors swung open and there stood a feeble looking man. Ginger hair surrounded his boney face and an evil smile crept to his thin lips.

Violet was ready to face the night. With a plan in her head, and a blade in her right boot (just in case), she was ready...

So like I said, this chapter is really short, but the next one will be really good. As always, please review, like and follow.