Violet's POV
"Violet please..." Peter says desperately. I wipe away the tears rolling down my cheeks, "Fine, but if I tell you, you have to promise not to run away. Or tell anyone, not even my mom knows some of this stuff," I say, finally giving in. Peter nods rapidly, "I promise Vi, I promise." I stand up and say "I'm gonna get two coffees, one for me and one for you, and my laptop. You may as well see what caused this first, then you may not be too harsh." I walk out of the room.
Peter's POV
Violet's baggy pyjama bottoms swept on the floor as she walks out to get the stuff. I feel bad: she's telling me her secrets, but I can't tell her mine. There's a loud knock on the door and my eyes dart to the nearest clock. 3:26AM. Who'd be at the door at this time? "Hey Violet? Someone's at the door," I shout to her. "Tell them to put post round the back," Violet shouts back. Post? At 3AM? Well, okay then. "Post goes round the back!" I shout and hear footsteps walking to the back. Violet runs in, two steaming mugs in her hands and her laptop under her arm. She places them on tje table and says "I'll be back in a sec." She then runs out of the room. I open up her laptop and switch it on for when she gets back. It comes up with Violet's login screen.
A note from me:
Hey, again, so this is mostly in Peter's perspective. I did my best, please read and review. The next chapter will have a lot of violence and description of torture (just a warning, they'll be a warning at the start as well) Please review and I'll try and update soon. :-3
Violet Romanoff