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Chapter two
Dusk was descending down upon the sleepy stretch of rocky beach as Violet inserted the long old fashioned black key into the lock of her new home.
The door opened with a predictable eerie long drawn out creaking sound that made Violet grin, 'perfect' she hissed under her breath feeling that it was already living up to her expectations.
Exhausted from her turbulent plane ride she threw her bags by her feet feeling for the light switches along the walls.
Orange streams of the last bit of light filtered through the edges of the thick drapes that hung in almost every window she could see.
Still searching for a light switch she made her way into the room shown in the listing on the computer.
It seemed that within seconds the fading rays of the setting sun had disappeared leaving her in complete darkness.
Retrieving her cell from her coat pocket she aimed it in front of her spotting a beautiful Tiffany lamp on the end table to the left of where she was standing.
Reaching down she flicked it on parting her lips in awe as the colorful glass revealed three distinct dragonflies with their wings stretch out diving down each corner.
"Beautiful." She whispered out as the distant sound of waves crashing echoed through the wooden slates of the house.
Carefully she began to remove the white sheet covering the sofa near the lamp that was facing the large fireplace still with half burnt logs inside it as if something had smothered the flames that had been raging there.
Through the shadowy play of the vibrant colors of the dragonfly lamp Violet's eyes immediately caught the antique silver framed photographs placed with seemingly great care along the mantle like in the picture she had seen.
Narrowing her eyes she attempted to make out the faces of the people portrayed so elegantly but it was too far away and the colored glass proved to it hard to see anything clear.
Too tired to go over and look she did notice how tall and stiff the profiles in the images seemed to be.
It reminded her of those old photographs were everyone looked absolutely miserable, even the children…especially the children, she corrected herself.
It ran through her mind briefly if those were perhaps the original owners of this house or if they were put there for ambiance … at any rate they definitely intrigued her.
Getting back to the task at hand she threw the sheet on the floor in the corner waving away the clouds of dust billowing up from the disturbance she had made.
Her soft brown eyes widened at the rich red velvet cushions and mahogany clawed arms and legs, marveling at the fact that it appeared as if it had never been used.
Dragging her large purse over to her lap she settled in the corner of this lavish couch, tucking her legs behind her comfortably.
She sighed deeply realizing for the first time in a long while there was no one around to judge her.
Pulling out a tiny sized bottle of vodka she had taken from the plane she searched her bag for the row of Styrofoam cups she snagged from the refreshment counter at the airport.
Using one to empty the contents of the clear much needed alcohol and one for a temporary ashtray she almost urgently slipped a cigarette between her lips.
Taking a long deep drag she tucked her long dirty blonde hair behind her ear and closed her eyes.
Welcoming the burn of the vodka down her throat her thoughts briefly drifted back to Daniel imagining what he was doing that silicone bitch.
Biting her lip nervously she torturously pictured her riding him, back arched confidently while her huge breasts bounced without shame in front of his wide eager eyes.
Shaking the vision from her mind she downed the last of the liquor deciding that it was the sex that most likely drove him away.
Although always seeking out that ultimate release that unbridled passion in reality Violet was less then confident in bed.
It wasn't as if she didn't try, momentarily getting into provocative positions only to see that far off look in their eyes.
Inwardly shrinking from the obvious disappointment or worse boredom evident in Daniel's unresponsive gaze and the others before him; Violet would ultimately slink back underneath to finish it out missionary style.
Emotionless and cold each time worse than the other until it became a source of humiliation for her, she found herself avoiding the act all together.
Digging her teeth down even harder tasting the metallic cut on her lip she recalled the one time she forced Daniel to look her in the eyes, actually asking him if it was 'ok'.
She could still see the detached glare of his blue eyes as he laughed quietly muttered back at her leaving the room, 'it was fine'.
Violet felt her heart begin to pound as she gritted out loud throughout the empty house, "Fuck you!"
Tears stung her eyes as she rifled through her purse for her razor blades only to remember that she left them at home.
Making a mental note to put that on her grocery list she snuffed out her cigarette watching as her hands trembled.
Suddenly through the stark silence she heard a loud thump upstairs, raising her fearful eyes upwards she titled her head as if that would help her hear better.
After a long stillness where all she could hear was her rapid breath it turned into total chaos.
It was almost as if something was ricocheting from every direction, strange noises like the wooden floor squeaking, a screeching whistling sound whipping against the window panes, creaking sounds along the stairs.
Turning her head quickly all around as if trying to figure it out she let out an inward groan feeling like an idiot as a gust of wind whirled through the fireplace making a distinct howling sound.
'You are on the Ocean in an old house, stop acting like a child.'
For some reason it was her father's stern voice that spoke in her head as she dug her nails deeper into her arm.
With no way to release the tension building inside her she laid her head on an embroidered pillow she found underneath her and closed her eyes hoping that sleep wouldn't be far behind.
For the first time since she could remember she drifted off into a deep slumber with faint hazy dreams of people dressed in Victorian clothes with sad deep thoughtful eyes that for some reason felt very familiar to her.
Feeling the vibration of her cell wedged beneath her ribs Violet slowly opened her eyes pleased to hear the light tapping of raindrops against the windows.
'Thank god, no freakin' sun today.' She thought to herself realizing briefly how abnormal that sounded.
Forcing her eyes to adjust to the glaring bright light of her cell her body tensed seeing her father's text in Caps across her screen.
CALL ME
He was always a man of few words but when he did speak he made every word count as if they were strong fingers curling around her throat.
Throwing her phone inside her bag that had landed on the floor sometime in the night she noticed a thick dark green throw draped across her body.
Narrowing her confused eyes she glanced over the back of the sofa wondering if it had been there the night before and she had just missed it.
Eyeing the empty vodka bottle along with feeling of a deep ache in her muscles from the trip she decided it was just her being her normal crazy self.
Unfolding her cramped legs from beneath her she stood raising her arms over her head to lengthen herself out freezing in place when she noticed the very bare mantle.
Quickly stepping close she ran her finger along the dusty wood staring at the distinct clear markings where the frames used to be.
"What the hell?" she breathed out knowing that this had nothing to do with her and her fucked up brain.
Turning on her heel to search for her cell she heard a soft hesitant knock on the front door.
Waiting a few seconds before moving she couldn't possible imagine who it could be since the only people aware that she was there was the realtor who lived in New York and the crusty old cabbie who couldn't get away from her fast enough.
Again as if knowing her concerns she heard an almost gentler knock if that was possible.
Shaking her head feeling ridiculous she confidently walked to the door and opened it wide.
It was his eyes that she noticed first intense, big, and brown, penetrating to the point that she felt a rush of heat stretch across her cheeks.
Reacting to the enticing flush of pink that he alone aroused, he lowered his gaze to travel down her body settling on the floor by her feet.
As if asking permission to speak he softly cleared his throat.
Startled by how strikingly handsome he was it suddenly occurred to her that she hadn't been anywhere near a mirror in over sixteen hours.
Licking her lips uncomfortably he watched her through long dark lashes smooth her hair sweeping it to one side to reveal her flawless porcelain skin that graced the side of her exposed neck.
Finding herself again she held her ground clutching the doorknob tighter than she was aware of.
"Can I help you?"
Sharply aware of the rolling dark clouds rushing in from the ocean just over his head her eyes widened as a streak of lightening zigzagged directly above the crashing waves on the shore.
Grabbing his arm she pulled him hard inside watching the surprised but calmingly amused gaze cover his piercing eyes that were half covered by a tuff of blonde damp curls.
Stumbling a bit taken off guard by her sudden move he regained his footing concerned about the puddle beneath his feet from the rain outside.
Pointing weakly up at the sky as a clap of thunder roared she smiled awkwardly stating the obvious.
"Lightening… was… right in back of you. " She slowly drawled out as she continued to soak the beauty of him in.
Keeping his stare focused only on her as the sky opened up letting free a furious downpour, he nodded edging up the side of his mouth into a crooked grin that almost leveled her.
In a sweeping velvet tone that sounded as sweet as it did intensely sexual he finally spoke.
"Thank you Violet… it's nice to finally meet you."