Part Four
Violet woke up to the sound of birds singing. It was going to be a great day...or so she thought. She went downstairs to the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal. When she entered the kitchen, however, she stepped in somthing. At first, she didn't know what the strange liquid was. But when touched it and smelt her finger, she did. Her parents were to tired last night to be drinking--even a little. That only left one person. Klaus. She went back upstairs and barged into his room. He was still asleep. Not for long, she thought.
"Klaus." she said. "Klaus." she repeated, this time shaking him.
"Mmm..." he mumbled, half asleep.
"Klaus." she said, louder.
"Whaaat..?"
"Get up." she ordered. He said somthing under his breath, but he did as he was told.
"What do you want?" he asked, rubbing his head.
"I know what you did." suddenly, Klaus got a bad feeling in his gut.
"Huh?"
"You promised, Klaus." she said, holding back a tear. She couldn't cry for him, he needed tough-love. "You said you'd stop."
"Look I tryed, but it's hard, okay?"
"Do I need to tell Mom and Dad?" she suggested. She wasn't saying it to punish him. She was saying it to help him.
"No!" he said, louder then he planned. "I mean, no." he said softer. He didn't want his parents to wake up. That would just suck.
"Well I don't think you can do this...maybe you need counseling?" she asked.
"No..." he said, trying to be calm. No one could know about this. No one. "I'll stop."
"Yea, right..." she muttered. Klaus sighed.
"Trust me." he said, trying to smile. She didn't say anything. She just left. "Damnit..." he said to himself.
