A/N: Sorry for not updating sooner but I was on restriction-that means no computer access. But now I have it back so I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Ten: Imaginary VPOV

I was dreaming. Or was I dead? The last thing I could remember was Kevin stabbing me in my stomach… Surely I was dead by now, or was I? I couldn't tell. Blackness engulfed me and I couldn't feel anything. But somewhere in the background of all the blackness I thought I could faintly hear Jace's voice calling out to me. Of course I wanted to answer him back but I couldn't. Was I dying? What was happening to me? Accepting that I couldn't do anything I let the blackness take me under.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity the blackness receded. Flickering my eyes open, everything was blurry but I saw Jace standing with his back to me, peering out a window. I was alive! Or was I? Was I dreaming? I couldn't tell. All I could tell was that I was elated because the blackness was gone. Jace appeared to be off in lala land and I needed to get his attention to know what in the hell was going on. It seemed to take all the effort in the world but finally I managed to whisper out one simple word, "Jace?" Afraid to say it, I was scared that everything would only turn out to be a dream and that the blackness would finally take me under. But, that one little word seemed to hold all the power in the world as he quickly spun around and ran to my side in a flash. "Violet, are you okay? Do you know where you are?" he asked, concerned. "I'm in the hospital, but how in the world did I get here?" I asked, I couldn't remember anything. "You were stabbed in the stomach, a lot. We didn't think you'd make it. You've been in a coma for three days," he said. I could tell he was trying hard not to cry. Suddenly my memories from the event came rushing back and I gasped back a sob.

"Did the baby make it?" I asked, bleary eyed. Before he said the answer I already knew the response. "No," he said, looking down at the floor, taking one of my tube-covered hands in his. He squeezed it softly in reassurance and looked into my eyes. "So how long am I in here for?" I asked, sighing. "A minimum of two weeks, and months of recovery," he said back. Damn. "Did they catch Kevin?" I asked, determined. "Yes. He hasn't gone to court yet, they needed you well enough to attend court to testify against him," he said. "He needs to go to jail, he needs to die. He killed our baby, he had no right!" I cried. "I know, I managed to hurt him good before someone could pull me off though," he said. Nodding, I was going to say more but in walked Carlisle. "How are you," he said. "Horrible," I croaked back. Jace moved off to the side so Carlisle could do his work but I wanted him to still be holding my hand. "Well, you've made it out of the coma but the road ahead of you will be rough. Recovery takes awhile but I think you'll heal fine," he said reassuringly. His hand moved to my bandage at my stomach and when he lifted it up I was shocked. Seven half-foot long cuts were in my skin, surrounded my gauze and staples. Shock was evident on my face as he said, "It took almost two hundred staples to sew you back up." I couldn't really say anything to that but after a few more tests he walked back to his office and let Jace and I be alone.

"I hate that this happened," I said, tears coming out of my eyes. I really did hate Kevin now. For all the trouble he caused me and Jace, for taking my baby's life away and possibly mine. I really did think he deserved to die for all the agony he had put me through. "But I think I have something that might cheer you up," he said, smiling. He couldn't have been more wrong. "What is it?" I questioned, clearly intrigued. "Hold on a second, I'll be right back," he said. He strode out of the room and a few minutes returned, grinning brightly.

In behind him walked someone I hadn't seen in over seven years, my mom. With bright blonde hair and green eyes we looked alike, her eyes were brimmed in red and I guess that was to be expected. "Violet!" she exclaimed brightly, striding forward to my bed. But I didn't want her to touch me, I couldn't stand to even look at her. She was the one who had left me to be raised by Kevin, aka the person who ruined my life! "Get away from me," I growled low in my throat. She took another step towards me, confused. That was too close. Grabbing the closest thing to me I chunked it at her. It hit her, which was surprising considering what a horrible aim I had. "I hate you! Get away from me! I don't ever want to see you again! Bitch! YOU left me with Kevin to face this torture! YOU! I HATE YOU!" I screamed as loud as I could, desperately trying to find something else to throw at her. But Jace raced over to me and pinned my arms down, but I was flailing and screaming, trying to get out of his hold. My mom tried to calm me down too, tears cascading out of her eyes and onto her shirt.-That only made me angrier. It was like she "cared". A nurse rushed into the room with a shot of clear liquid and injected it into my skin. The world became fuzzy and I blacked out.

Waking up again I felt like I had a massive hangover but I wasn't outraged anymore. Seeing my mom and Jace talking made me upset, I didn't want her anywhere near him. Jace noticed I was awake and calmly strode over to me, stating, "Are you willing to be calm and talk about this with her, Violet?" Looking down at my lap I nodded and began to cry. "I just really hate her for what she did to me," I whimpered back, deeply wishing I was being held in his arms. "I understand why you feel that way, but please at least try to let her explain. She was really worried about you," he said back, stroking my hair softly. Well she hadn't been worried about me for seven years…why now? "Violet, I know that you hate me because I left you with him. I tried to win custody of you several times, but I never won. When I left, I wanted to take you with me. Your dad wouldn't let me. But I thought they you'd be fine, he had always liked you before. I had no idea he'd do something like this, honey. I'm sorry, I truly am," she sobbed, taking another step towards my bed. She tried to lean down and hug me, but I looked at her with as much hate as I could and she stopped. "If you really would have wanted me, you could have taken me. So I'm not going to forgive you. I hate you, I don't think anything can change that. Will you please leave," I said through clenched teeth. Clearly I hurt her, good. She nodded and strode out the door, shutting it behind her.

Jace just stared at me, a shocked expression on his face. "Violet, I understand how you must hate her so much, but can't you at least try to see reason. She tried to get you back, but she couldn't. And if she would have gotten custody over you, we would have never met. Things happen for a reason, Violet. Everything does, just try to understand that. Try to forgive her. I love my mom and I know you love yours too, somewhere deep inside you. Just try to see that and try to see reason through all of this," Jace said soothingly, stroking my hair softly. "I'll try to, Jace," was all I said before I rolled over to my other side and stared at the wall. I had a lot of thinking to do. Should I forgive her, or not. But I was a believer in the whole concept that everything happens for a reason, so maybe her leaving me with my dad did have some good in it. I met Jace. But it still didn't fix all of my problems…like Kevin. All of the thinking was making me tired. Probably sensing that I needed rest, Jace leaned over the bed and kissed me on my head, telling me to get my rest, I would need it for the upcoming days to get better. And then, to testify against Kevin and make him pay. I knew he was right, but I wanted to stay up and contemplate forgiving my mother. But I couldn't. I was weak and exhausted and finally fell into a fitful slumber.

A/N: Ok, I know. You waited all this time to read the next chapter and it was short, wtf! I know, just please don't hate me. I'm kinda brain dead. I know what I want to happen, I just can't get it there. Bear with me…