He bent over, his weight crushing her in a comfortingly way. She could feel his breath against her lips, and all she wanted to do was to lean into him and feel his response to her touch. Instead, his lips fell onto hers, and a pleasant little shiver ran throughtout her body. She placed her small hand around his neck, pulling him closer into her. Having them like this was like dying and going to heaven. It was like -
Violet woke, her back stiff and her heart pounding. A slight sweat was over her body, and she felt like she had a fever.
It was still dark out, she saw. Violet glanced at the clock which glowed brightly - 4:32 - and sighed. She knew she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, no matter how much she wanted to have another dream like only seconds before.
Pulling the sheet away from herself, she stood up and walked over to the door. She opened it slowly, so as not to make any noise for her brother to hear.
Violet turned to her left first, looking over the railing of the stairs to see the source of the bright yellow light. Maybe Helen was still there studying, even at this early hour. Sure enough, she was there. But instead of her bloodshot eyes grazing the words in the books, her head was lying on top of one particular book, How the Body Works, some drool dripping from her open mouth onto the pages.
And so Violet turned the other way, towards the end of the hall and towards her mother and father's bedroom. When she reached the door, which was open, she pushed it forward and padded into the pitch black room.
She could hear her father's steady breathing, and her heart jumped into her throat. It was calming. Very calming. Violet walked forward, placed her hands on the end of the bed and pulled herself up. A moment later, she was sitting next to him.
She wasn't moving. In fact, she was hardly even breathing. Something shifted in the room, perhaps it was him, and she stiffened even more. He turned over towards her, his hands resting themselves at her knees.
Violet looked down at where she thought his face was, wishing that she could bend down and kiss him. Kiss him, let him not ever know, kiss him and keep it a secret for herself to enjoy, kiss him just to know that she knew what his lips felt like against her own and what they tasted like. Oh, what they tasted like...
She bent down, her eyes closing lightly, and found her his lips.
"Violet? Is that you?"
Violet shot up with her eyes wide.
"Why are you here?" Her father asked, sitting up himself. She found herself backing away from him, almost horrified of her own actions? Had he caught her? Would he punish her if he had? Oh god -
Her mouth worked on its own, making her speak into the darkness. "I had a bad dream..."
"Oh, honey... are you okay?" His hand found hers, and before she knew it, she was lying next to him, his arm underneath her. It felt so good. Felt so right...
Violet knew it was wrong, feeling like this for him. Tears sprung to her eyes just thinking about it. Her mother would stop loving her, would put her out on the street. Her brother would think her a freak, some deranged freak of nature. And he... he would stop loving her altogether. That was the worst thing yet.
"I'm good now, Dad..." She inhaled his scent - kind of like vanilla and how the air smelled after rain or snow. She could fall asleep now... and never, ever wake up again. As long as she was here in his arms. "Can I stay in here for a while?" Violet asked, her voice soft.
"I, uh, I dunno... You mother might -"
She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, but didn't. "Please, Dad?"
"Okay." Immdediately, she crawled under the covers next to him. He was so comforting... so warm. Within moments, she felt ready to fall into a deep sleep.
But then she betrayed herself without any thought beforehand and snuggling into him, and whispered a quiet three words.
He returned them like only hours before, and she sighed in slight frustration before betraying herself once again. But at this point, Violet admitted to herself, she didn't care what happened.
"No..." She felt around for his wrist, which was lying next to his stomach, and grabbed it gently. She climbed half way on top of him and she could tell he was startled. "Shh." Violet whispered before placing her hand over his heart.
"I meant..." She leaned forward, and kissed him. He didn't respond, which angered her only slightly and she could feel parts of herself vanishing if only for a split second. Violet tried harder to make him do something, even push her away. But he just lay there, probably in shock and or disgust.
Violet pulled away in a daze and whispered so quietly she herself could hardly hear the words. "...Like this..." Her father's lips had tasted exactly the way her smelled, like vanilla and the earth's air after rain. She licked at her lips quickly, just to savour the plasure a little longer.
He shot up, pushing her backward. She could tell he was angry, or confused. Or a little of both. She gasped, finally realizing what she had done. Everything was going to be different. He wouldn't love her anymore. No one would. Oh god, no one would ever love her just because she loved her father like a woman loves a man.
The light on the table next to the bed lit the room, and she had to shield her eyes from the sudden light.
"Violet, you can't love me like that." He voice was stern, commanding. "You can't."
Violet dropped her hands away from her face and into her lap. She looked him right in the eye, trying to give him an angered look. But once she saw those blue eyes of his - she couldn't. "Why not?" She asked, her voice cracking only slightly.
"Because it's wrong. I... I'm your father, Violet. It just doesn't work this way."
She paused, considering running out of the room and holding back the tears the threatened to fall any second. She would run and not look back. Run out of the house, run down the street in her bare feet, and keep running until she collapsed.
If it didn't work that way, then why did she love him? It was stronger than with Tony... And in fact, Violet even doubted she even loved Tony compared to this. She wouldn't have done anything for him. But she'd do anything for her father. Anything.
If it didn't work that way, she wouldn't love him, and she wouldn't have been finding herself kissing him only moments ago. He wouldn't be there, a strange kind of look on his face. He wouldn't be pitying her, and he wouldn't be wanting to take her in his arms, smother her with his affections, and he wouldn't not be thinking of his wife.
Violet didn't care. She didn't. He could be that way. He could be stupid and arrogant and unaccepting. She would always love him. Always.
She looked at him, her brows furrowing and her hair falling into her face.
"Vi, I love you, but not that way. You're my daughter... I never could love you like that."
She stood up on the bed, towering over him. "I know." She jumped off the bed gracefully and turned from him.
Bob could feel his heart drop slightly as he saw she was about to leave. He supposed they could talk it over another time. If she wanted to him. She was stubborn, he knew, and wouldn't do something she didn't want to.
"Man, do I know it." Violet said, half to herself, before leaving the room.