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Chapter 25

Violet

"W-what? No! No…" So many mixed emotions were coming on my mind.

"He has to be alive!" I screeched. It was my entire fucking fault. I asked him to drive me to the hotel. I lied to my own parents. This should've not happened.

At this moment, I wanted to die.

You always fuck shit up Violet. Trevor didn't deserve this. I lift my head to find my legs covered in dark bruises. I cringed to myself.

The nurse tried to comfort me but I swapped my hand away at her face.

"I'm so sorry, Trevor." I cried in pain to myself. What was the point of it all?

I lost a friend, a best friend. I never had lots of friends to begin with. I wanted to believe I was dreaming in some horrible nightmare.

"Mr. and Mrs. Woods are also here and-"

"I-I can't speak to them. I'm the reason why their son is gone and I can't look at them!"

"They just want to talk to you. They want to know what were his last words."

I shook my head. "It happened so quickly. He was telling me about –"

I discerned footsteps approaching my bed. They looked like your average California parents. It hit me. The man standing in front of me is Trevor's father and he left him after he came out of the closet. The man with dark brown eyes had the same face appearance as Trevor. The clothes they were wearing looked like they just came from a business meeting. I thought they were divorced and plus, only family were allowed in the room.

"You're Violet Harmon?" His father asked first.

"Yes, I am."

The nurse excused herself and exited the room.

"Trevor told me about you." The woman spoke. She scratched the back of her head softly. "He really liked you. I thought he was straight when he started to talk about you."

"Trevor told me about you guys. You barely spoke to your son just because he was homosexual."

Their faces turned into disappointment.

"Trevor was never gay. He was just confused." His father said with words of ignorance.

"He was not confused! Trevor felt so ashamed because you two weren't supportive!"

The headache was starting to repeat itself. I cringed a little when I feel the pain in my leg. "He didn't deserve to die so young! He wanted to make his parents proud of himself!" I increased the volume of my voice. "I lost a friend last night."

"And we lost a son. Our only son." His mom defended.

"When was the last time you told him that you loved him? Maybe moments before he came out to you? And that was such a long time ago." I spat.

All this anger coming out from me was because of the pain in me.

"We love our boy." The older man stated correctly. "We still do. I left my family because I felt that I couldn't defend him as a parent." He took a short pause. "Just a week ago, I decided to call her to be back with my family."

A single tear streamed downs my pale cheek.

"He never told me this."

A knock on the door was heard and then, the same nurse appeared with my worried parents.

"Violet!" My dad rasped in terror as he moved himself closer to me. He passed Trevor's parents and softly touched my cheek.

"Dad… You're here." I said with relief. I couldn't remember the last time I was so happy to see my dad. Mom followed him afterwards and I gave her a warm hug.

"Who are you?" My dad asked nicely to the two other adults in the room.

"I'm Jeremy Woods, and this is my ex-wife, Martha." He offered his hand to shake my dad's hand.

My dad accepted and said, "Your son was a really nice person. I met him last night."

"We just came here to see how your daughter was doing and to know what was Trevor saying before…" His mother stopped talking for a moment and tried to hold herself together.

Her ex husband finished her sentence and said, "Before a truck smashed into his car."

"W-we were talking about a guy, his name is Tate Langdon." I answered them.

"Oh, we remember Tate, don't we?" Martha asked the man next to her.

"He would usually come over when they were in 9th grade."

I nodded my head. I don't know if I should tell them about that night. What if they already know?

"They stopped hanging out after a while." She commented.

"Trevor was explaining to me, about what happened with him and Tate. They got to an argument…" I twiddled my thumbs slowly as I choked up. "H-he, he said goodbye to Tate and that was it. By that time, the truck impaled us." Well there I was again, lying to others that deserved to know the truth. I didn't want them to look at Tate wrongly.

"Hon, I think you need some rest now." My mother suggested.

"I already am rested, can I see Tate?" I asked.

"He doesn't know you're in here, Violet." My dad answered.

"I'll call him, I just need to see him."

Moments later, they left me alone to watch some boring soap opera. My dad had to go back to work and my mom needed to finish some paperwork with the hospital.

The door unlatched off and there stood a tall, pale, blond head beautiful teenager.

I smiled happily, "Tate!"

In his hand he held a black painted rose and he moved himself towards me and handed me my present.

"It's a black rose, because I know how you don't like normal things."

I chuckled softly and glared up at his eyes.

"You might look terrible in the outside, but you're pure beautiful on the inside." He tells me in his shy tone. He moves close to apply his lips into mine and we share an intimate kiss.

I slowly backed my head away and said, "Trevor died."

He frowned, "I'm so sorry, Vi. Your doctor told me about it."

"He told me another thing, too."

"That is?"

"The night when you were pushed off a bridge."

Silence. That's all there are. By the expression of his face, he knew he was caught.

"I was pushed by these jocks, Vi."

"And?"

He glanced down at the floor. "You wouldn't believe me."

"Yes I would! No matter how crazy it could sound, I just need the truth."

"You wouldn't understand it."

"I really wish people can stop fucking telling me that!" I almost shouted out.

"Don't lose your temper with me!"

"Just go away then." I didn't want to see him for a while. This was all going too fast.

I looked over to see his frown expression. "Don't say that."

"Leave, Tate!"

"Keep your rose." He turned around and left my room.

To be continued.

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