"So this was our first date, did you like it," Franklin asked.

"I couldn't ask for anything better," she smiled.

"Really? Fancy restaurant or something?"

"We go to those pretty often. Love isn't about how much you spend. We could've sat in your car and listened to music. That's why I like being over my friends houses, no pretentious bullshit."

He pulled up to the front of her driveway, lights off.

"So I'm going to pick you up in the morning, okay?"

"I appreciate it. I don't know what I'm walking in to, but I know I have you."

"Our friends got your back, too. They're warming up to you."

"This is childish, but I miss you already. I love you."

"I love you too."

"I can't believe I wasted so much of myself with Shermy," she got out.

He watched her walk up the driveway and go in the house, figuring he'll sit a few minutes before leaving, just in case. Violet walks in, making sure the coast is clear, with the plan of sneaking up to her room, locking herself in. She heard her father nearby on the phone, so far, so good, up the steps, no sight of Heather. Turning the knob on her door, slipping in…

"Violet!"

"Haaaa," she jumped.

"It's eight o-clock… where the hell were you, and why did you put private family discussion on the internet?!"

"Discussion? It wasn't a discussion, it was you and dad yelling at me, calling me a n-word lover and calling Franklin every slur you could think of! What did he ever do to you?! Huh? What did black people ever do to you?!"

"You wouldn't understand."

"No, you just don't have valid reasons," she yelled, sitting her phone on her dresser, discreetly hitting record.

"His kind are trouble, that's all there is to it."

"No. It. Isn't. Like white trash doesn't exist, like bad white people don't exist. Yes I was with him, unlike Shermy he actually cares about me… me."

"He was such a nice boy."

"No he wasn't. He cheated on me… begged for money, and wasn't loyal at all."

"All of that could've been sorted out, Violet."

"He cheated on me with the Number Twins."

"Well… find another white kid… what about that Charlie Brown?"

"He's dating Lucy. I want Franklin, he understands me… the real me."

"That's too bad, you don't need to see that little jiggaboo. He's probably tricking you to get money and rob the place."

"Mom! Don't you ever say that word! He's never stolen from here, never asked for money, never even asked me for anything, I've known him since elementary school and he's one of Charlie and Trish's closest friends."

"If they want to deal with him, that's on them, we are not going to, he is not going to be our problem."

"He's not a problem. He's a nice boy."

"I bet he got that truck by selling drugs."

"What?! It was willed to him, when his uncle died! He doesn't do or sell drugs! Stop being stupid and hatefull!"

"Don't you talk to me that way!"

"Then don't talk about my boyfriend that way!"

"He is not your boyfriend!"

"Yes he is."

"No, we forbid it. We also aren't happy about this… this… shit show you caused! It could jeopardize the company, so we are dealing with it."

"Afraid to let the world know you're racist garbage? Once it's on the internet, it's there forever… have fun with that. You get what you deserve."

"What if we lose the company over your selfishness, then what?!"

"We'll just be broke I guess. I hope you paid this house off," she shrugged.

"This is not going to bode well for you, Violet," she spat venom.

"What?"

"You heard me, we will not have you ruin our name and legacy with that… nigger! All that nice stuff you claim just makes him some kinda porch monkey; kissing ass before he strikes."

"What the fuck?! This is all your fucking fault, mad because you got exposed for being damn bigots! Why hide it, if it's okay? I'm just helping out, getting the truth out there."

"If you don't stop this childish nonsense, you're going to lose more than your car."

"As long as me and Franklin are together, I don't care. Can I be happy for once? Can I live my own life?"

"You'll live the life we tell you to live, and like it. Until you learn to do so, you're going to know what real misery is," Heather stormed out.

"Okay," she thought, "time to make some phone calls."

She stopped recording, giving Frieda a call.

"Hey Violet, is everything okay, your recordings made it on the news, your dad was on there."

"I want to say everything is okay, but I don't think it is. I think it's going to get worse, I just got dropped off by Franklin and my mom was waiting in my room, she said if I don't break up with Franklin, losing my car will be the least of my problems."

"Uh-oh, you're not going to break up with him are you?"

"No! I don't care what they do. I'm just trying to plan for what might happen, which is why I called; do you think you can talk to your uncle about opening a basic bank account, I know the next step is pulling my allowance and probably canceling my credit cards. I want to pull out what I can, I don't spend as much as they think I do, so there's a big chunk of money there."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he'll help you out. Lemme call him."

"Thank you, I want to get to the bank before my dad does, this morning."

"How are you gonna get there?"

"My bae," she sung, "Franklin said he would take me to school so I wouldn't need to catch the bus. They really think I care about this stuff as much as they do."

"Lemme call him before it gets too late, I'm pretty sure he knows about it, my parents are pissed about it. I'll call you right back."

"Thanks Frieda," she hung up.

She went to post what she recorded on the companies social media sites, finding out her moderator permissions were removed. Muttering damn, posting it on her personal accounts, she had gotten more followers since yesterday on Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat, and TikTok. Giving it some thought, blocking her parents Facebook profiles from hers. Family and friends had been leaving comments, a number of relatives were gas lighting her, and her friends and some family were jumping on them for it. She had so many tags, she read where Franklin started responding, deciding to write something herself that was summed up with; "…if you think what I did is worse than what they are, and what they might do to me, then you're fucking dead to me as family. Some of you should be ashamed and get your morality straightened up."

Frieda called her back, "my uncle said he would personally set up you an account, so there will be no problems."

"Oh thank you, Frieda, you're awesome!"

"He said if Franklin needs one, he'll give him one, too, he's pissrd at your parents and thinks you two shouldn't have to deal with it all."

"Now I just need to get to my bank before my dad does."

"I hope it goes alright. What did you and Franklin do on your date?"

"We went to a park across town, talked and made-out, cuddled."

"Awww… so cute."

"He really is a decent guy, I just wasn't expecting all of this to happen."

"Think of it as a challenge; if both of you can stick through it, then stay together after the drama ends, you know it's a sure thing."

"At least he doesn't mind me being a Juggette."

"Well… that's one of us with no taste," she laughed.

"Aren't you the one who likes Dave Matthews and Nickelback?"

"Watch it, sister."

"Yeah, it doesn't feel good, huh," she laughed, "Franklin and Charlie are talking about starting a band."

"Really, I hope he didn't ask you to sing."

"I know… I can't sing for shit."

"I bet Lucy would love to do it, you know how she likes to show off."

"Right! She'll ham it up. I think I'm going to change things up a bit tomorrow, show Franklin who I really am."

"Can't wait to see that."