BOOM!

Violet loved staring out the window when it rained, it felt oddly calming to her ad- mist all of this bullshit. Then again, Violet was always different. Ever since she could remember she always felt like she was on the outside looking in.

Back when she still lived on the east coast she didn't have many friends…well none for that matter. She always found solace in music and reading, but it was always hard being an only child. A secret that she had told no one, not even Tate was that she was actually excited about the new baby; she still held back tears when she thought of the miscarriage.

Tate.

Just when she thought she was starting to get over him, he just had to show up again! What a jack-ass.

The only person she hated more then Tate, was herself. She should hate Tate more then anything or anyone in the world, he raped her mother for god's sake. But why could she never seem to let him go?

"Hey nighting-gale bitch." A familiar hissing voice said.

"Hayden? Get the hell out of here!" Violet said, she couldn't contain herself.

"Hey, emo-bitch. I bet you're wondering why I'm here, right? Or has your precious Tate already told you, am I right?" she said with a vindictive smile.

"Get awa-" Was the last thing Violet said before Hayden hit her in the head with the vase she was hiding behind her back.

"Goodnight, bitch."

….

What the…..

When Violet opened her eyes, everything was fuzzy. She couldn't remember anything that happened…and her head hurt like hell. Violet immediately searched her surroundings. She was in the attic, she knew that much. And there was blood all over her.

"Oh, I see the sleepy heads awake." Hayden said as she played with a knife with her fingers.

"What do you want…" Violet said with a hoarse voice as she spat out blood.

"I am sick of all of you damn Harmon bitches." She said as she pointed the knife toward Violets throat.

"Why is it that EVERY SINGLE man I fall for is under your Harmon spell? I think I am pretty damn hot, at least that is what your dad thought…but no…he had to leave me for your saint of a mother….Well now its my turn to be the one who gets the guy." Hayden said as she slowly cut Violets throat.

"I'm not just going to stand by while I lose everything to you Harmons…"

"I WISH I COULD LEAVE, DON'T YOU GET IT! I CANT LEAVE! WHAT DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND!" Violet screamed at the top of her lungs.

"I know, that's why I got some help…" Hayden opened a closet in the attic and pulled out a women, who was she? She looked awfully familiar.

"Please, let me go. I don't know if I can do it…it didn't work before…"

"WELL MAKE IT WORK, I WANT THIS BITCH GONE!" Hayden exclaimed.

Violet finally remembered where she knew her from…it was Billie Dean. Hayden didn't just want Violet out of her way, she wanted her out of the picture all together.