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Chapter four
It was well after midnight before Violet exhausted from her busy day of running around in the rain had begun to ascend the stairs to the second floor for the first time.
She had decided to buy a vehicle since she was staying for at least a year, lucking out she found an old blue truck that seemed perfect for the harsh New England winters she had heard so much about.
It was rusty in some places and the cloth seats were ripped but to her it didn't matter, in fact it felt like it fit in perfect with her somber mood and solitary life.
Besides groceries she picked up some candles and flashlights in case another big storm hit knocking out the electricity.
Lugging her suitcase handle in one hand and her duffle bag thrown over her shoulder she started up the steps.
They were narrow and steep almost giving her the feeling of vertigo.
There were rectangle empty spaces lining the burgundy and olive green wallpaper where picture frames once hung, she wondered briefly if Tate had taken those too.
Once at the top she flicked a light switch on which seemed to only be connected to a small candelabra resting on a table at the end of the second floor which made it very dim and difficult to see what was around her.
It almost felt as if the house was full of sleeping people and she was the guest who out of respect was being very quiet.
You're fucking crazy Violet, she thought to herself as she stepped heavier and dragged her suitcase along loudly.
Poking her head in the first bedroom she found at the top of the stairs she flicked on the light to find a brightly colored yellow room with lace curtains and white stained furniture with pink flowers hand painted with great care.
Obviously it was a girl's room, she figured Tate must have a sister as she closed the door and continued down the hall.
Her attention was suddenly brought to a room at the end of the hallway with an old fashioned crystal doorknob.
The wood of the door was different from the rest, a rich dark mahogany, more ornate, carved with swirling decorative designs, his mother's perhaps.
At any rate she immediately got the feeling as if it held secrets that were not meant for her to know, which peaked her interest even more.
Letting her suitcase handle slip from her hand as her curiosity grew she slowly turned the handle only to find the door locked.
Reaching for the long black key that was given to her she tried it in the lock but it didn't fit.
"Huh, that's strange." She whispered out but was too tried to worry about it at the moment.
It was then that a door next to the yellow room opened a few inches just as she heard a gust of wind blow through the house making a whistling whirling sound that blew her long hair around her shoulders.
Grabbing her suitcase again she pushed open the door to find the room dark and chilly.
Feeling her way from the dim light coming from the hallway she turned on a small lamp that was against a full size bed on a small nightstand.
She found herself standing in a navy blue good size room that she assumed was Tate's.
Surrounding her were paintings of sailboats and lighthouses, it was obvous that it was the theme of the house and had nothing to due with his personal interests.
Hardly able to keep her eyes open she kicked off her shoes and lifted her damp pumpkin colored sweater over her head before peeling off her soaked jeans and socks.
Shivering standing in a white camisole and white cotton panties she quickly jumped beneath crisp light blue sheets, a heavy crocheted jade blanket and the plaid comforter pulling them up to her neck in an effort to get warm.
Her soaked golden hair plastered across her pale neck and shoulders as she reached up to shut the lamp off.
Snuggling down inside the covers she sighed as she laid on her back watching as the shadows from the trees outside swayed back and forth stretching out tall along the wall at the foot of her bed.
He was right, she thought to herself as she ran the palms of her hands over the mattress beneath the blankets
It was like lying on clouds stuffed with feathers floating on air, and before she knew it she found herself drifting off to sleep feeling oddly comforted and safe.
It was then that she heard the muffled tone of her cell phone go off on the floor in her bag.
Groaning she turned to her side throwing the blankets over her shoulder hiding her heavy eyes that desperately wanted to ignore the insistent ringing of her phone.
Just as she was wavering on whether to answer it or not it stopped, before giving the ringtone that a voice mail was recorded.
Sighing comfortably she again let herself begin to fall into what she could tell would be the first good night's sleep she had in forever.
Again the aggravating sound of her phone echoed through the room this time causing her to huff as she leaned over the side to retrieve it from her bag.
His name lit up in big letters shocking her awake causing a nervous shudder throughout her body as she pushed herself up to lean against the headboard.
DANIEL
Hesitantly she thought about just letting it go but her imagination was killing her, their break up was so abrupt and she hadn't heard from him at all …what if he thought he made a mistake?
"It's late." her biting tone leaving no room for confusion.
She heard a brief hesitation before he spoke with a harsh whisper.
"What are you talking about, it's only nine o'clock?"
A deep sadness rushed through her hearing his voice until it dawned on her that she forgot about the time difference.
"You did it didn't you? After all the arguing about going you went and moved to Maine anyway."
Shit, she cursed at herself for being so stupid.
Searching for something to say she he beat her to it.
"Well, since you never go through with anything you plan, especially something so spontaneous, I didn't think you do it, but I guess it works out because I'm bringing Christina home to meet my family so I'll be in Maine in a few weeks. We need to talk."
"What makes you think I'm in Maine? I could be anywhere, and anyway I don't want to see you now. I have a lot of work to do."
She cringed hearing the bitch's name; she was thinking Heather but Christina was right up there with the top brainless sluts she had encountered in her life.
"Violet give me a little credit, I still have some things at the house, I know how to get in, I've done it before. I'm sure all the info is on your computer. You have your laptop; no way you're taking the desktop with you. Don't worry, there's just a few things we need to discuss. It won't take long. I'm thinking around thanksgiving, See you then."
Gasping for air Violet began screaming into the phone. "No, wait! Daniel? Daniel are you there?"
Throwing her phone back inside her back she was beyond pissed at herself for even answering it.
Lying on her side she stared at the wall as the details of his phone call began to seep in.
Her name is Christina, taking her to meet my family…
Lying on her back she wiped tears that were beginning to threaten to fall from her eyes, it infuriated her that she was allowing him to bring her to this point.
She thought of going downstairs to retrieve the blades that she purchased earlier that day but she was too tired to even move, plus it would mean getting dressed and she was far too warm beneath his blankets to move.
Loneliness covered her weighing her down, familiar black thick and suffocating, her constant companion, the only thing in this world she could truly count on.
Fuck, she whispered pain choking her throat, constricting her lungs, squeezing her heart.
Another night, she breathed out loud knowing no one was there to hear her once again…
Only this time she was wrong.
And just like that he was in her head, standing before her in her mind tall and handsome with a sad but sweet glint in his big brown eyes.
She could see his lips moving but no sound could be heard, reading his full soft mouth she nodded feeling her body begin to relax.
Sleep sweet Violet… sleep…
With a deep sigh she felt herself swiftly drifting off as if somehow being lulled into a gentle slumber by some outside force.
Somewhere suspended between the place where our mind shuts off and our dreams take over she heard even soft footsteps approaching the blue room, his heron blue room.
Her long eyelashes fluttered as her lips parted releasing soft puffs of sweet breath as she now stood in a short white cotton nightgown watching blue heron birds soaring over the stormy ocean rolling and crashing onto the rocky shore.
Standing where the water meets the gritty shell covered sand she felt his arms wrap around her body.
Warm hands came to rest beneath her breasts as tender lips swept along her bare neck.
Her body shivered from the icy breeze that wafted through the room where she was dreaming.
Cold puffs of air floated out from her parted lips as the temperature in the room dropped drastically.
There's a depression in the mattress as he lies next to her staring, fascinated as her body comes alive from the dream on the beach, from his body flush to hers, his hands touching soft curves, his lips caressing flawless skin.
He knew he shouldn't, he wanted it to be real, for her to want him, to know him.
But the years had been so long, so alone and endless… he just wanted to taste her once … just one kiss.
Bringing his shaky palm to the flush of her cheek he hovered over her becoming enticingly dizzy, startlingly disarmed by her in every way his body hardened from a passion that had been held captive for what seemed like an eternity.
Cold wind whipped her hair all around her face as she felt him tilt her chin towards him.
White caped waves lapped at her bare feet as his arm held her tight around her waist turning her into a gentle kiss.
Sweeping his soft tongue along welcoming cool lips he let his fingers glide down the graceful slope of her neck to trace the line of her collar bone.
His body taking more than it should felt its willpower waning as he brushed his palm over the curve of her breast.
Clutching his sweater she moaned softly against the cries of the seagulls as she pulled him closer for more.
No dream had ever felt so real, the rough sand between her toes. the freeziing water rushing against her ankles, his wanting body holding her as if his life depended on it... and a kiss that made her feel as if she were flying.
He knew it was dangerous, knew it had gone on far too long, forcing himself to stop he pressed his forehead to hers just wanting one more second to feel her beneath him.
But it was too late.
Pulling away hearing the distinct banging against the walls of the mahogany door he pressed his mouth to her ear before disappearing like the wind whistling through the hall and down the stairs.
Beautiful… fucking beautiful…
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Most of the day was gone as Violet pushed away her laptop more than satisfied that she managed to bang out two chapters for her book.
Crossing her arms in front of her she looked down at her phone surprised that it was already four thirty.
Dusk was already falling over the angry sea, bright orange surrounded by grey clouds she watched at the setting sun wavered along the horizon.
Running the tips of her fingers over her lips she pictured her dream, so real she could still taste him as her breath became uneven and quick, her skin hot flushed from his touch.
Violet couldn't remember another night that she had slept so soundly, felt so protected and safe.
She was snapped out of her vision as a glass flew across the room smashing into the wall shattering into a million pieces.
Holding her hand over her heart she jumped when she heard a knock at the door.
Unsure of what to handle first she walked to the front door still looking back at the shards of glass that covered the floor.
Opening the door her hand tightened around the doorknob looking up into the warm eyes that held her in her dreams the night before.
"Hello Violet…thought you might be up for that walk now."