Mentions of Self-harm
Chapter 16
Sitting on her bed Ruby casually turned the page of the book she was reading. Violet still wasn't talking to her much. She had started talking to her again but never longer than five minutes. Ruby was actually surprised because Violet was spending a lot of time out of the house.
She minded a little because she wanted to spend time with her sister again but she didn't mind too much as she spent practically every night with Tate. Justin wasn't even talking to her as much. She didn't know what she had done wrong.
"Knock knock." Lifting her head she let a smile grace her lips when she saw her boyfriend. He had been great this past week and a half. He was always making sure she was smiling and laughing. He didn't like seeing her upset. He knew it was partially his fault which is why he put more effort into making her feel better.
Jumping on the bed next to her he gave her a quick kiss. "Your dad's going to be gone for a bit." Tate said. Frowning she gave him a look that clearly told him to keep talking. "Um, whilst hiding from your dad so I could come see you I over heard your parents talking. Apparently he needs to go back to Boston because of an old patient or something."
"Well that can't be right." She mumbled.
"Why can't it?" He asked as he reached up to twirl her hair around his fingers.
"When we moved dad lost all rights over his patients. They are no longer his patients so he's not legally allowed to like, see them. Not on a professional front anyways and it would be weird if he was hanging out with patients or ex patients."
"Hmm," Tate hummed. He knew why her father was leaving. He had overheard the man's phonecall. Sure, he hated him for what he was doing but he wasn't about to tell Ruby that. She was already upset about her sister and he wasn't going to be the reason she got worse. He was working on making her better - not worse. "Maybe it's a cover story and he's doing something for you guys."
Ruby laughed. "Well that's bollocks." Smirking Tate raised himself up, pushing her book to the floor and ignoring her protest and glare. He moved so he was straddling her before pushing her down onto her back.
"And why is it bollocks?" He asked lowly, moving his head to the girls neck. Biting her lip Ruby tried to keep calm.
"My dad doesn't do nice things for this family." She breathed, her breath catching in her throat as she felt his lips press against her whilst his other hand was stroking her bare thigh. Bad, yet good, day to wear a skirt, she thought.
"Maybe he is trying to make up for everything." With his voice so low, to the point she had to strain to hear him, she was finding it hard to concentrate. Especially when he lightly bit her neck and squeezed her thigh. Letting out a small moan when he bit harder she tangled one of her hands into his messy hair.
Both participants simultaneously let out a sigh of frustration when there came a knock at the door. Pushing Tate off her she went to answer it. It was her dad. "I came to let you know I'm leaving for a bit."
"I know." She drawled. His eyes narrowed.
"And how could you possibly know?" When she didn't answer he frowned. "Why won't you open the door properly?"
"Why does it matter?" She bounced back.
"Ruby, don't start. What are you hiding?"
"Nothing!"
"Then open the door!" He demanded. Reaching behind her he forcefully pushed on the door. Not managing to keep her grip the door swung open, hitting the wall, to reveal Tate sat on her bed. Her dad's strong gaze snapped back to her.
"You said you would give it a chance." Ruby said, crossing her arms.
"I never said he could be in the house though did I?"
"You said you would think about it."
"Did I ever turn around to you and say he could be in here?" He asked rhetorically before answering his own question. "No I did not. Especially not in your room."
"What do you want me to do then? Be alone! Violet isn't talking to me. Justin is barely talking to me. I don't really have any other friends. Tate is all I have so what do you expect!" Ruby ranted, causing her cheeks to flame red.
Closing his eyes for a second he took her arm to lead her out into the hall. "Okay listen to me. Over the weekend I don't want him in the house. Don't interrupt me Ruby! Have you got that? When I come back, I will allow him inside to spend time with you but only when I am in the house. Deal?"
Huffing she nodded her head. She knew she had to take this because she was lucky enough for him to be allowing this in the first place. Of course she was going to have Tate over this weekend - but he didn't need to know that.
Caressing his daughters face lightly he pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead before taking his leave. Shutting the door behind her she crawled back onto the bed and into Tate's waiting arms, trying to rid herself of the disgust she felt as she remembered what Violet had said about her dad and the maid. Then Tate decided to speak: "Well, I think that went splendid. What about you?"
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Sitting in the middle of Justin's bed Violet hugged the pillow closer to her chest. She had been spending most of her time with Justin this past week. Sometimes she met up with Leah as the girl had claimed she was the only one she could talk to about what happened.
The girl seemed only a shell of her former self nowadays.
Violet felt bad for avoiding her sister but she didn't know what to do. Ruby was always with Tate and she didn't want to see him. She couldn't face him - not just yet. So she had spent most of her time out of the house. Which is why she was nearly always with Justin because she didn't have any other friends and she could talk to him about what was really bothering her.
She had become closer to the older boy through this - something she was happy about. She could talk to him without stuttering and blushing like an idiot. Well, most of the time.
As of right now she was alone in the room, he had gone down to talk to his mother when she shouted for him. It wasn't long until he came back. Shutting the door behind him he gave the girl a smile.
"So, how you feeling?" He asked as he placed himself down beside her on the bed. Violet shrugged.
"I just, I don't want to have to keep avoiding my sister." She confessed. "I can see the way she looks at me when I run off. It's hurting her. We used to be so close."
"Well, maybe it's time to stop avoiding her." He said carefully.
"I know but I don't know if I can face Tate yet." She replied, turning to face him. "I need to get them away from each other but I can't do that without proof."
"But how do we get proof?" Violet shrugged again. It was something she was going to have to think more about. She needed it to be perfect with no loopholes for Tate to get out of. She didn't know what he had told her sister about what happened in the basement but what ever it was she believed him.
And that was something that upset and hurt her. How could she believe him over her own sister? Her own family. She knew it was a little hard to believe but that didn't matter, she should have believed her anyways. Ruby knew Violet would never lie to her about anything.
She ended up staying at Justin's for dinner and then he walked her home. "Stay safe and get some sleep." He whispered into her ear as they hugged.
"I will." Giving him a small wave Violet made her way into the house then to her room. The house was quiet. Shutting her door behind her she slipped out of her shoes before sitting on her bed, fingers twitching.
Without a second thought she grabbed the small blade she kept under her mattress. Holding it in her hands she simply stared at it. With determination she gripped it tight before bringing it down to her wrist, watching as the blood seeped out of her skin.
She knew she shouldn't be doing this but it helped. It was her outlet. Hers.
She repeated it two more times before dropping the blade onto her bed. With blank eyes she looked at the blood that had dropped onto her bed covers. If her mother saw this she was going to freak.
Putting away the blade she rushed to the bathroom to clean herself up. Wincing as she wiped the blood away she turned off the taps when she was done. Back in her room she ripped off the covers before chucking them in the back of her cupboard.
Making he way out of her room she stopped at the airing cupboard to grab some new ones. Once the bed was remade she curled down on the bed.
Moving here was the worst thing that could have happened to her.
Sorry for the short length again. I'm hoping the next chapter will be longer.