Chapter 14: For Everything a Reason (part 2)

Violet sat down on the bed in the den. There were a few pictures spread out before her. Her memories that she carried with her. These, before her now, were the only moments preserved in her life that she found worth remembering, the only high points in her life.

Thinking back on those memories though, was bittersweet. Yes, there were fun times and it was nice to acknowledge them. At the same time though, it made it clear to her that she never had a chance. There weren't many parents out there that could be able to do the things they did to her, and still care. It just didn't work like that.

Why couldn't she have seen that a few years ago? Denial maybe? The fear of knowing that there really is no one out there who cares?

Nothing really made sense to her when it came to her home life.

"Violet?"

"Oh look, the stuttering shrink is here to tell me it'll be okay," Violet sighed, keeping her eyes on the photos. She just was not in the mood to hear it.

"I, I just wanted to make sure you're okay," Bob assured her. He stepped into the room and eyed the pictures.

Violet offered him a half smile as she turned to face him. "I'm always fine," she explained. She could see that he was looking at the pictures and decided to hand him one. "That's me with Morrison, Joplin, and Slick."

Bob took the picture and examined it. Jim Morrison sat in the corner of the couch, looking rather out of it with his arm around Grace Slick who was darkly smiling next to a laughing Janis Joplin. Violet sat on the table in front of them, a flower in her hair and holding a bowl in one hand and a lighter in the other. "Who, who took this?" he implored, concerned. She was just a little girl.

Violet grabbed the picture. "My lovely mother," she answered, exchanging the picture for another. "Ringo Starr was me first."

Bob, shocked, looked at the image of Ringo and Violet kissing. "A Beatle," he mentioned.

Violet smiled. "Yeah, I'm actually proud of that one. Thirteen years old and I kissed a Beatle. I've met Paul, he's nice, but I didn't get a picture."

Violet handed him yet another picture. This time, with Linda Blair. They were sitting next to each other on a fence on a dock. "Just hanging out. We were actually friends while she was still doing the commercials. I would run into her while my mother was running around everywhere. This though was after she did The Exorcist," she informed him.

Violet picked up another picture. This time, no one famous. No special event. It was just of her and two other friends sitting together on someone's back porch. Her face softened as she thought back to that day. That was how she celebrated her sixteenth birthday. She went over to someone else's house and spent time with her friends. It was actually one of the best days of her life. There was no family drama, if you could really call what she had a family. There were no major issues. It was just her and her friends.

Bob looked over and saw her face, the wishful thinking. "What, what happened there?" he inquired, setting the other picture down on the bed.

Violet handed him the photo. "Nothing actually," she answered with a smile. "That's why I like it."

Violet watched as he looked at it. "My mother had nothing to do with that day. There was no dragging me around, no bullshit about how she wanted my life to be exciting and she wanted to spend her time with me. Just my friends and I not worrying about anything at all," she explained.

Bob handed the photo back to her. "Would you consider any memories that contain your mother to be ruined, be, because she was there?" he asked.

Violet nodded. "Yeah actually. I would. Half of this shit would have been really amazing. I mean, come on, Ringo Starr? But, I know that my mother was there and I know that the only reason I was there was because Peter got sick of watching me. He thought of himself as more of a babysitter than a father," she bitterly responded.

Bob sat down on the edge of the bed. "Is there anything else you would like to add?"

Violet looked to him for a second, trying to decide whether or not she should go ahead and tell him what she was thinking. It was really very personal, something that she had thought about quite a few times.

Sighing, Violet nodded. "Most of the time, I wonder why my mother even had me. I mean, she obviously didn't want me. She could have given me up. Most days, I really wished that she would have," she started. Pausing to look to him with shame. Water forming in the rims of her eyes, just waiting to fall. "And then, there were times where I wouldn't have minded," she started, knowing that she would really have to force herself to get out the next part of what she had to say.

Bob had an idea of where she was going with this, but wanted to hear her say it. "You wouldn't have minded what?" he implored.

Violet offered a small laugh. "Well, what are some of the methods you've heard? I mean, she had her choices between throwing herself down the stairs, drugging herself, I'm sure you've heard of a drain-o margarita before, and then there's the most infamous coat hanger trick. I'm not saying I would ever end my life, but I'm also not saying that she made the right choice with keeping me," she told him. She folded her arms, darkly grinning. "From the moment she kept me, my sole purpose, my only real reason for living was to make her life a living hell," she told him. "I just didn't realize it until after the sperm donor left.

Bob was a little at loss for words here. He started to fidget a little as he decided to stall telling her anything at the moment. "Now, now uh, w-what do you plan on doing next?" he implored.

Violet shrugged. "I dunno," she replied, looking towards the ground. "Maybe run away or something."

"Well, if, if you really decide you can't go back there, you can uh," he stopped for a second. He knew what he was doing. Yes, he was saving a young girl, but he was also deciding to add to the stress of a new baby. It was still the right thing to do. He couldn't just send her back there and not feel guilty. Besides, it was one year. That was it. Not even a full year. "You can stay here," he finally offered.

Violet looked up and smirked to him. "No I can't."

"Why not?" he asked, surprised at the response.

Violet dropped her arms and stood to her feet. "Come on, you have a baby on the way, I'm a nuisance," she started as she began pacing the floor. "You," she started, twirling around to face him. "Also need time to adjust. This is the time for you and Emily to be together for the last few months that you can actually be alone. Besides, I take pride in the fact that I can manage. I don't need the Sesame Street gang here staring at me all wide eyed and full of ignorance every time I mention something. We come from completely different life styles, you can't expect me to adapt to your life and I could never expect you to fully understand mine," she explained.

Bob watched her as she slowly made her way back to the bed. "You, you may be able to manage, but, is that enough?" he questioned. To him, all that meant was being able to come home at night with out getting in trouble and with out getting hurt.

Violet stopped and stood before him. "Got me this far, so I think so," she responded. "And no offense, I'm probably better at managing myself out there than your child ever will be in the streets."

"I think I'm okay with that."

"I would be too," Violet stated. She smirked to him. "So, you gonna use me as your model to parenting. What not to do with your kid?"

Bob shook his head. "We're probably going to just rely on our instincts here," he began.

Violet laughed. "Don't bull shit me. I know I've opened your eyes to something here," she said.

Emily stepped into the room, looking worried. "Bob?" she called.

Both Bob and Violet looked over to Emily with concern. "Everything okay?" Bob implored, quickly standing.

"There's someone here," Emily grimly announced.

Violet sighed and looked over to Bob. "From the look on her face, its either gotta be my pimp or my dealer. Either way I'm gonna have to cough up the cash."

Bob just glared down to her.

"You're going to wish that once you see who's here," Emily replied.

Violet's face went blank. She apprehensively went and followed Emily back to the living room, wondering who it could be. "Mother," she flatly announced.

"Try and contain your excitement there," Nora sarcastically spat. She was sitting on the couch going through her purse. "I finished early, thought I might come by and get you. We'll leave tomorrow morning, I want your things packed."

Violet laughed. "Listen to that. Get an audience and she tries to sound like she has some sort of authority. How cute," she sneered.

Bob and Emily just stood there and exchanged looks. Tonight was not going to be fun.