WARNING: Father-daughter romance. If you have a problem with it, don't read it, mmkay?It's as simple as that. I'm not so sure about the title, now. But yeah, please no reviewing. At all. I dislike reviews. You can, however, review when I give the heads up at the very end of the story.
She loved her family.
God, she loved her family. Sure, she used to take them for granted most of the time. But when Syndrome had nearly killed them, it made her think. Violet doubted she could go on without them.
She smiled slightly - just enough for only her to know - around at the table. For once, her mother and father sat next to each other, chatting quietly amongst themselves. Dash and Jack-Jack sat next to her.
"I'm thinking about getting a job." Immediately, everyone turned their eyes toward Helen. "Well, you know.. Vi, you're older, and I think you can take care of yourself now, right?"
She didn't say anything, only stared.
"And Dash is usually busy with school and track..." Helen's eyes looked down at her nearly finished dinner, most likely in disappointment. "Okay, maybe not."
"Oh, honey! That's great! But - what job?" Bob asked, his eyes filled with something Violet had only seen once before, when he had been fired and found that new thing in his life, to make up for it. Except it was much, much better.
"Oh, I don't know. I could get a job in nursing or something. I'd have to go to college again, though. I'm not so sure I'd like to be a lawyer, afterall." She chuckled dryly.
Violet knew her brother would be the next to speak. "I'm all for it, Mom!" She knew Dash only wanted to get time to himself to work on his running, and making his usual mischief.
Helen smiled at her three children.
Violet had nothing to say. In fact, she didn't really care. She had been pretty depressed lately, and didn't know why. And what really bothered her was that no one seemed to notice. Not even her family. She almost felt invisble, but she knew she wasn't. Usually, anyway.
Dinner ended quickly enough. Helen seemed happier than usual, and she was even humming quietly to herself as she washed the dishes.
Violet hadn't said a word all evening. At dinner, as she helped her mother with the dishes, or when they all sat down on the couch in front of the television to begin disgesting their meals. Nothing. Not a sound emerged from her. No one questioned it.
Briefly, Violet thought about Tony. They had gone on a few dates, and had even become a small item. But she saw him and a red haired girl with deep blue eyes making out, in the middle of the city mall. She didn't cry a tear over him, but she sure did let him know it was over between them.
He didn't even care. That hurt her more than she could have expected.
So when they sat down in front of the television, and the green numbers on top of the television turned to eleven pm, Bob and Helen shooed the children away, commanding Violet to tuck Jack-Jack into bed before she took care of herself.
And she did so. When she came downstairs to inform them that Jack-Jack was sound asleep, she tip-toed down the stairs and found her parents trying to seep into each other by means of their mouths trailing all over the other's body. Helen's white silk shirt was barely clinging onto her, and she was straddling Bob's hips.
She didn't know why it made her feel the way it did. Violet's eyes grazed over them, especially her father. Her heart seemed to have jumped into her throat, and even if she tried, she wouldn't have been able to speak. Her mouth had gone dry, and she found herself unable to swallow properly.
And Violet felt a pang of something similar to what she felt when she had caught Tony with the other girl. She turned invisible almost instantly, and jumped up the stairs soundlessly, so as not to let them know she was there, watching them.
Violet didn't even bother to get ready for bed. Emotions from over the last month overwhelmed her, and she jumped onto her bed, her door slamming shut behind her. Violet doubted that they had even heard it.
Tears streamed silently down her round and still slightly childish cheeks. She didn't know why she was crying. Really, she didn't. And she couldn't help it.
Images of her parents doing similar things with each other flashed in her mind too quickly for her to acknowledge them. And why, why had it not done this to her before? Why hadn't she cried like she was doing now before? Why?
Violet was nearly asleep, her cheeks stained with salt that had dried a while ago. She didn't think at all. Her eyes were closed, and anyone who would have seen her then might have thought she hadn't even cried at all.
There was a soft knock on her door, but she didn't hear it. The knocking continued until finally it swung open, her father standing in the doorway. Instantly, she was sitting on her bed, looking into his lighter blue eyes. The covers around her were upset from her crying and curling into a fetal postition earlier.
"Violet?" He asked, his voice soft. She knew he could tell she had been crying. His face was flushed, indicating her mother and father having their way with each other. She looked away from him, holding back fresh tears. "Vi, what's the matter?"
She didn't answer. After all, she didn't know herself. She didn't know much at all these days. Violet could feel him walking over to her, without even having to look at him. A second later, her bed bounced.
"Violet..." Her father's voice was quiet enough for only her to hear, and for some reason, it sent shivers up and down her spine. And what was even stranger, was that she almost liked it.
"Dad." Violet paused, taking a glance into his eyes again, and then down at her small hands. "I don't want to talk about it, okay?"
She could hear him sigh deeply, and could barely feel him looking at her. "Well..." He stopped, got up from off the bed, and stood in front of her. "If you need to talk, I'm always here."
She could smell something on him that she hadn't smelled before. Disregarding it, she responded with a quick "Fine, Dad." before curling up on her side and closing her eyes. She could feel him covering her with the blanket that previously lay at her feet.
"Good night, Violet." He bent down and kissed her on the ear briefly, and turned from her.
"'Night, Dad." She smiled slightly, once again, just enough for her to know she was smiling. And then, she fell asleep almost instantly after he shut the door with a soft smile for her.