Violet sat in first class, her reclining seat all the way back crying silently. She already missed Mike and it had only been an hour since she had left. Her earbuds were stuck in her ears, playing 'wake me up when September ends' by 'Green Day'. A book lay next to her and occasionally Violet would pick it up and read a few chapters. It was only when she had got half way through her book and had finally grown bored of 'The Maze Runner' when she threw the book down and went to sleep.
She was standing by a pool, the crystal blue water glistening in the sunlight and the muscular form of Mike standing in front of her. His normally spiky hair was flattened to his forehead and his swimming trunks were damp.
Violet leapt in the water and was submerged beneath the cool blue waves before bobbing to the surface and sweeping her hair back.
A slimy hand grabbed her ankle and pulled down. Violet was dragged into the water, screaming and swallowing water. She tried frantically to swim up but the slimy hand was too strong. Water began to fill her lungs and she gagged as her eyes slowly closed and she went limp. Strong hands wrenched the slimy hand from Violets ankle and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her up.
Violet was placed carefully on the poolside and strong, firm hands began pumping her chest, making her heart get back in rhythm. Lips closed around her own, Lips that even in sleep she would recognise, Mike was breathing life into her and with the third breath, Violet coughed and spat out a lot of water, spluttering as she regained her breath. She opened her eyes to see Mike infront of her, a worried look on his face. Violet smiled and Mike leaned in to kiss her when...
Gentle hands tapped Violets shoulder and the sleeping teenager woke with a start. A kindly looking air hostess looked down at her and said,
"I'm sorry to wake you but we'll be landing soon so you need to return your seat to the upright position okay?" Violet smiled and said,
"That's okay, thanks for letting me know." And packed her book and IPod into her bag pulling up the back of her seat after she zipped it up.
The plane wheels collided with the tarmac and the large aircraft rolled slowly into the airport. Violet shouldered her bag and disembarked, pulling up her zip. The airport was busy, people pulling suitcases behind them and sipping cups of coffee. Violet sat down at a Starbucks coffee shop and bought a chocolate mocha chino, which she sipped slowly, allowing the coffee to energise her.
A group of Taxis were parked outside and Violet climbed in saying to the driver,
"647 hilltop terrace please." The driver looked around at the teenager and said,
"Sure thing love, have a nice holiday?"
"Yeah, yeah it was good." Violet answered as the taxi pulled out of the bay and drove off towards the suburbs.
Half an hour later, Violet handed the driver a ten dollar bill and a handful of quarters. Violet opened her front door and hugged her mother smiling as her mother ran her fingers through her hair, praising her appearance. Violet pulled away from her mother and sat down asking her mother to sit down as well.
Her mother sat next to her and asked,
"Was their something you wanted to ask me?" Violet nodded and asked,
"Mom, can we move to Virginia?" Her mother looked confused and asked,
"Why would you want to move to Virginia?"
"Well I was their this weekend because Charlie Bucket, you know the one who won the factory, helped me and Mike Teevee become normal again and while I was there I thought that it was a nice location and the house prices are quite low for the sizes of the houses." Violets mother thought hard and asked,
"How much was a house out there?"
"About 250,000 dollars, and its much bigger than this house." Violets mother smiled and said,
"Well then, I guess we are moving to Virginia."
Violet grinned and said,
"I'm going to go up to my room, start unpacking from Virginia." And she walked upstairs and into her room.
About an hour passed in silence as Violet pulled down posters and folded them carefully, placing them into an old laptop bag. The doorbell rang and Violet heard her mom gasp and a glass smashed. Violet dashed downstairs to see a large muscular man, with bulging tattooed arms and a cruel looking face. An orange jumpsuit with black lettering saying, 'Atlanta city penitentiary'. It took Violet two seconds to realise who the man was. It was her father.
Teagan Beauregarde was a cruel, abusive man who had frequently beaten his wife and ignored his daughter, a heavy combination of cocaine and alcohol had driven him to above and beyond to abuse his wife and it was only when Violet had called the police on her dad that he had been arrested and given ten years in prison. Violet had been six years old at the time and now she realised, Her dad had been set free.
"Hello,Scarlett love, long time no see." Teagan said in a voice that sounded more like a growl,
"And if it isn't my own daughter, Violet, she looks a lot older than I remember, oh yeah, that's because she called the cops on me almost ten years ago." Violet swallowed and said,
"H-h-hey dad, you look different."
"So do you, you've turned out just like your mother." Teagan snarled and he added,
"You've become a fat slut, just like your mom." Violet felt a shiver down her spine and picked up a shoe from behind her.
"Teagan, she's your daughter, don't call your daughter a slut." Violets mom said but she shrank back into a corner when Teagan glared at her with eyes of flame. Violet lobbed the shoe at her dad with all her might, making it bounce off his forehead. Teagan collapsed onto the ground and yelled in pain. Violet grabbed a roll of masking tape and wrapped it round and round her fathers ankles and wrists, binding them together.
Teagan spat blood out of his mouth onto the carpet and yelled,
"You stupid girl, what have you done to me!" Violet didn't care however, she pulled out her phone and dialled 911. The cops pulled him outside and stuffed him into their car a few moments later and Violet and her mom breathed a sigh of relief, glad to be rid of her father again.
