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Violet-

I was in the shower; again, I just wasn't getting clean enough. I don't know why terrible things happened to me, I apparently just attracted it. I scrubbed harder and tried not to be too loud with my sobs. After what happened to me last night I was in shock for almost an hour until I was finally able to move again. Most people's first thought would be to call the police, wake the whole neighborhood. My first thought was that I needed to clean up the mess and make sure my parents didn't find out. I knew they wouldn't believe me, the only reason we moved here was because of me and what my parents called 'my dramatics'. I quickly stripped the air mattress and stumbled down the stairs quietly all the way to the basement. I was thankfully the last owner left us their washer and drier, and that the electricity officially kicked on at midnight, and since it was almost 2 in the morning at this point I was able to use the appliances. I loaded the washer and started it even though we didn't have any laundry detergent yet. Water was better than nothing.

I stood in the semi-dark basement for a moment before I could feel the stickiness in-between my legs. I glanced down and I could see my own blood and what must have been the strangers cum. I stumbled back up the stairs and ended up throwing up into the sink in the kitchen. After cleaning up my own vomit I went upstairs and took a shower, hoping my parents wouldn't wake up but there door was closed so I doubted it. If they didn't wake up to the sounds of their daughter getting raped, then they weren't going to wake up at all. I showered quickly and used the towel I packed with my stuff for the night, and changed into the clothes I brought for the morning. After I was clean, and clothed I switched my sheets from the washer to the drier. I sat on the floor in the basement with my knees tucked under my chin. I listened to the drier tumbled as I sobbed my heart out, finally letting myself react to what had happened to me.

Why would someone do that to someone they didn't even know? We had only been in town a couple of hours. Why was it me? What did I do to deserve this? After my sheets were dry I brought them upstairs and put them back on the mattress. I couldn't climb in and sleep, I was scared. I curled up in the corner of my room and dozed until the sun was up. When I heard my parents start walking around I jumped up and decided to take another shower, and here I am just scrubbing myself raw.

"Violet! Hurry up, I am very pregnant and I need to pee!" I heard my mother say as she knocked on the door loudly. I rolled my eyes; this was the bathroom in the hallway the one my parent said was mine since they had one in their room.

"Use the one in your room." I tossed back wanting her to go away so I could rub myself raw in peace.

"Your fathers in there." I huffed, why was she allowed to kick me out of my bathroom but not dad out of their bathroom. I shut off the water and grabbed my towel wrapping it around myself and leaving the room.

"Thank you!" She said as she pushed pasted me into the bathroom, starting to sit down before I even had the door all the way shut. I stalked back into my room and started to dress in the clothes I had changed into after my first shower since I had only brought one outfit, since our stuff would be here any minute. I looked down at my body before I changed; I had bruises on my shoulders, and arms from him gripping me roughly and on my tights. My own mother didn't even look at me enough to notice bruises on me. I sighed; after I disappointed her and dad with what I did she would barely look at me anymore. It didn't help that she was so excited to be pregnant and not only with one baby but two and they were both boys. They would be everything I wasn't.

Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang announcing the movers, I torn my sheets off the bed again and threw them in the corner, why did I bothered cleaning up last night since my parents hadn't even tried stepping in my room once. I deflated the air mattress and put it in the closet so the movers could move my things in.

"Violet dad went out and got coffee and bagels!" My mother's voice floated up the stairs in-between all the noise the movers were making. We got a deal on the house since the previous owner wanted it gone quickly so we had some extra money and mom was overly excited to hire movers so she didn't have to lift a finger. Not like she would have anyways since she was pregnant. I drifted down the stairs and gladly snatched up the cup of warmth that was mine. I sat down on a chair one of the movers had brought in and pretended to eat my bagel at the counter. My parents barely noticed, they were talking about were things were going to go and what color this room or that room would be. The doorbell rang a few minutes later and I got up from my chair and followed my mother to the door. Standing at the wide open door was an older woman wearing a pretty blue dress; she looked like a southern bell. I snorted, we moved to LA and this is the first person we met.

"Hello there, I am Constance, I live across the street." She said handing my mother a plate of brownies.

"Thank you." My mother said politely.

"I am Vivian and this is my daughter Violet." She pointed back to me and I smiled shyly and waved.

"I see you're pregnant." Constance said as her eyes drank in my mothers pregnant stomach.

"Yes, I am having twins." My mother grinned and rubbed her stomach, she loved to talk about herself and being pregnant with twins so she gushed to the strangers about the sex and other stupid things I could care less about. I was about to walk away when Constance invited us over for dinner.

"Oh that would be lovely!" my mother said.

"Yes, you would love my boyfriend Larry and my two children Tate who looks to be about your age Violet and Addie." She smiled and tilted her head. They talked for a few more minutes about this guy Larry and my dad. I got bored with the conversation and ended up wandering out back and wound around the house until I was standing on the lawn on the side of the house. I pulled a pack of cigarettes from my pocket and started puffing one down. I couldn't believe I survived last night without one of these. I was almost done when I heard my mother loudly call my name. I threw my cigarette to the ground and stomped on it. I wandered over to her, she was stand on the front lawn watching the movers.

"Dear I made sure they brought up all your stuff, and set up your bed and everything so you can go start up packing if you want." She patted my check and walked off yelling at one of the movers for dropping something important. I sighed, why didn't she notice something was wrong. I turned to go back into the house when something across the street caught my eye. I glanced over and saw a face looking down at me. I didn't register anything but the fact that he was male and I turned and ran back into the house. I almost slammed the door in one of the mover's faces before booking upstairs and shutting and locking my door. I slid down the door and curled in on myself and cried. I didn't know who hurt me; I was scared every male stranger was going to scared me for the rest of my life.

AN: Sorry it's shorter and not the best! I started it later than planned so I didn't get to put all the things I wanted in this chapter, like Violet officially meeting Tate. More next time I promise!