Author's Note~ I don't own the characters but I do own the story. I just
love the stories. It is so good! I have all the books and I have read all
of them. Please review. This is my 2nd fic. I just started writing. Still
bad at it ... _
"Duncan, please don't leave me," 25 year old Violet Baudelaire cried. She huddled in a corner in her apartment as she stared at her fiancé who was packing his clothes into the suitcase.
"I'm sorry, Violet." Duncan said without looking at Violet. "I have to go to San Francisco, it is always been what I wanted. My dream. You want what's best for me, don't you?"
Violet's tear stained her creamy white face. Her eyes were red and puffy, her raven black hair was messy and untidy. Still, she was beautiful. "Why do you have to leave me?"
Duncan sighed, "Violet, I have to go to San Francisco. The Red Rose company is giving me an interview. I could finally have a real job instead of a part time job at McDonalds. You know that I love writing stories and poetries. I really need this interview."
Violet choked with tears that were flowing down her face, "So our relationship is nothing comparing to your new job?"
"Come on, Violet, you know how much I love you." He cupped her face gently with his hands but Violet pulled away, avoiding his gaze.
"Duncan, please promise you'll get back as soon as your interview is over?"
Duncan stayed silent.
"Duncan, please say yes." Violet pleaded. Her chocolaty brown eyes stared at him in disbelief.
"Violet, come on, I can't give up everything." It was all Duncan said before he opened the door of Violet's apartment.
"So you mean, you're never coming back? What about our engagement?" Violet squeezed her eyes shut as her tears trickled down.
Duncan closed the door and sighed. He went near Violet and gently hugged his girlfriend, "Violet, I promise you. I'll come back, no matter what. You know that I love you. I know that I cannot promise I'll be back after the interview but I'll be back."
"You're lying. I know you are. You're never going to come back. You're going to be famous and don't care about me anymore. You just want to be a writer, that's all." Violet yelled hoarsely.
Duncan protested, "Come on, Violet. This is my chance to make myself well known to the world! I love poetries and writing. I could be as well known as Shakespeare!"
"I guess a company is more important than our life together. To think I lost my virginity for you." Violet replied icily as she stormed into the bathroom.
Bang! She slammed the door hard right in front of Duncan's face.
Violet sobbed at the other side of the door as she slid down the smooth surface. She collapsed and cried.
On the other side of the room, she could hear Duncan yelling.
At last, Duncan stopped yelling and sat down. He whispered on the other side. Even though Violet's sobs drowned his voice. She could hear him.
"Violet, I have to go. My plane is leaving in thirty minutes. I love you." That was all he said before he left.
Violet could hear the closing of the door and nothing more. She sat in a silence.
She never knew she would love someone so much except her own siblings. Violet thought about Sunny and Klaus.
Klaus is now a handsome young man who is 23. He had married Isadora two weeks ago. Violet couldn't help but envy her brother. He was so happy but her, she's crying her heart out and he's on his honeymoon.
As for Sunny, she's 12 and has a crush on Quigley. Violet thought about Sunny and smiled. Sunny's a sweet girl. Sunny had been adopted by Mr. Poe because the Baudelaires' parents are not being found yet and Violet will not have enough time to take care of Sunny. Sunny is actually quite content with Mr. Poe.
Mr. Poe. That name. Violet couldn't help but chuckle. He had been no help for the Baudelaires but he was kind. He's a grandpa now. Edgar married to the Brooke Bryan and a year later, Mr. Poe had one grandson. As for Albert, he still is a single.
Then, Violet thought about Count Olaf. That bastard! He was sent to jail with his theatre troupe and Esmé after eleven long years. Violet scowled.
Violet thought about how Duncan and she had became closer by their family backgrounds. Violet's thoughts then turned towards her parents. She still had not learned any secrets from VFD and Violet still hadn't solved the mystery of who started the fire of her former home. Her parents might be dead and they might not.
Violet grunted as she clutched her head. It was always so dizzy since last month. And she seemed to have salmonella or something like that. Her stomach hurts and she kept on throwing up.
She hadn't gotten much sleep lately. Violet was so exhausted, she fell asleep right on the bathroom floor.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Violet rubbed her eyes as sunlight streamed in through the window "Duncan?"
She squinted. Why am I in the bathroom and where is Duncan?
Suddenly, yesterday's events hit her. Duncan is gone.
She grunted as she stood up. Violet stared at herself in the mirror. She looked just like her mother. She walked out of the bathroom.
How could Duncan be so selfish?
Suddenly, Violet ran back into the bathroom and puked into the toilet.
"Augh!" Violet moaned as the phone rang.
Violet dragged herself to the phone but tripped on the carpet.
"Oh shit!" Violet shrieked as she landed on her butt.
She reached for the phone with her slim hand, "Hello?" Violet snapped.
"Hello, this is Dr. Richardson."
"Hi Melanie." Violet answered wearily. Melanie was one of her friends. Violet had gone to Melanie because of her sickness.
"Hey, Violet. I just got your test result." Melanie sounded serious.
Violet mumbled, "Wait a sec." before she rushed to the washroom and threw up again.
"Are you okay, Violet? Did ya just throw up?"
"Fifth time this week."
"Anyways, I got your results."
"Yeah?" Please don't be something bad. Violet prayed inside her head
"Well... uh. Well... it's going to be hard to take." Melanie stuttered.
Violet almost screamed, "Come on. Just tell me!"
"You're pregnant." Melanie muttered.
"What!?" Violet's jaw dropped open. She couldn't believe her ears.
"You are pregnant."
"Duncan, please don't leave me," 25 year old Violet Baudelaire cried. She huddled in a corner in her apartment as she stared at her fiancé who was packing his clothes into the suitcase.
"I'm sorry, Violet." Duncan said without looking at Violet. "I have to go to San Francisco, it is always been what I wanted. My dream. You want what's best for me, don't you?"
Violet's tear stained her creamy white face. Her eyes were red and puffy, her raven black hair was messy and untidy. Still, she was beautiful. "Why do you have to leave me?"
Duncan sighed, "Violet, I have to go to San Francisco. The Red Rose company is giving me an interview. I could finally have a real job instead of a part time job at McDonalds. You know that I love writing stories and poetries. I really need this interview."
Violet choked with tears that were flowing down her face, "So our relationship is nothing comparing to your new job?"
"Come on, Violet, you know how much I love you." He cupped her face gently with his hands but Violet pulled away, avoiding his gaze.
"Duncan, please promise you'll get back as soon as your interview is over?"
Duncan stayed silent.
"Duncan, please say yes." Violet pleaded. Her chocolaty brown eyes stared at him in disbelief.
"Violet, come on, I can't give up everything." It was all Duncan said before he opened the door of Violet's apartment.
"So you mean, you're never coming back? What about our engagement?" Violet squeezed her eyes shut as her tears trickled down.
Duncan closed the door and sighed. He went near Violet and gently hugged his girlfriend, "Violet, I promise you. I'll come back, no matter what. You know that I love you. I know that I cannot promise I'll be back after the interview but I'll be back."
"You're lying. I know you are. You're never going to come back. You're going to be famous and don't care about me anymore. You just want to be a writer, that's all." Violet yelled hoarsely.
Duncan protested, "Come on, Violet. This is my chance to make myself well known to the world! I love poetries and writing. I could be as well known as Shakespeare!"
"I guess a company is more important than our life together. To think I lost my virginity for you." Violet replied icily as she stormed into the bathroom.
Bang! She slammed the door hard right in front of Duncan's face.
Violet sobbed at the other side of the door as she slid down the smooth surface. She collapsed and cried.
On the other side of the room, she could hear Duncan yelling.
At last, Duncan stopped yelling and sat down. He whispered on the other side. Even though Violet's sobs drowned his voice. She could hear him.
"Violet, I have to go. My plane is leaving in thirty minutes. I love you." That was all he said before he left.
Violet could hear the closing of the door and nothing more. She sat in a silence.
She never knew she would love someone so much except her own siblings. Violet thought about Sunny and Klaus.
Klaus is now a handsome young man who is 23. He had married Isadora two weeks ago. Violet couldn't help but envy her brother. He was so happy but her, she's crying her heart out and he's on his honeymoon.
As for Sunny, she's 12 and has a crush on Quigley. Violet thought about Sunny and smiled. Sunny's a sweet girl. Sunny had been adopted by Mr. Poe because the Baudelaires' parents are not being found yet and Violet will not have enough time to take care of Sunny. Sunny is actually quite content with Mr. Poe.
Mr. Poe. That name. Violet couldn't help but chuckle. He had been no help for the Baudelaires but he was kind. He's a grandpa now. Edgar married to the Brooke Bryan and a year later, Mr. Poe had one grandson. As for Albert, he still is a single.
Then, Violet thought about Count Olaf. That bastard! He was sent to jail with his theatre troupe and Esmé after eleven long years. Violet scowled.
Violet thought about how Duncan and she had became closer by their family backgrounds. Violet's thoughts then turned towards her parents. She still had not learned any secrets from VFD and Violet still hadn't solved the mystery of who started the fire of her former home. Her parents might be dead and they might not.
Violet grunted as she clutched her head. It was always so dizzy since last month. And she seemed to have salmonella or something like that. Her stomach hurts and she kept on throwing up.
She hadn't gotten much sleep lately. Violet was so exhausted, she fell asleep right on the bathroom floor.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Violet rubbed her eyes as sunlight streamed in through the window "Duncan?"
She squinted. Why am I in the bathroom and where is Duncan?
Suddenly, yesterday's events hit her. Duncan is gone.
She grunted as she stood up. Violet stared at herself in the mirror. She looked just like her mother. She walked out of the bathroom.
How could Duncan be so selfish?
Suddenly, Violet ran back into the bathroom and puked into the toilet.
"Augh!" Violet moaned as the phone rang.
Violet dragged herself to the phone but tripped on the carpet.
"Oh shit!" Violet shrieked as she landed on her butt.
She reached for the phone with her slim hand, "Hello?" Violet snapped.
"Hello, this is Dr. Richardson."
"Hi Melanie." Violet answered wearily. Melanie was one of her friends. Violet had gone to Melanie because of her sickness.
"Hey, Violet. I just got your test result." Melanie sounded serious.
Violet mumbled, "Wait a sec." before she rushed to the washroom and threw up again.
"Are you okay, Violet? Did ya just throw up?"
"Fifth time this week."
"Anyways, I got your results."
"Yeah?" Please don't be something bad. Violet prayed inside her head
"Well... uh. Well... it's going to be hard to take." Melanie stuttered.
Violet almost screamed, "Come on. Just tell me!"
"You're pregnant." Melanie muttered.
"What!?" Violet's jaw dropped open. She couldn't believe her ears.
"You are pregnant."