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Chapter five
Running her hand through her sandy blonde hair Violet stepped back beyond shocked that he was standing there.
Dressed in a baggy pair of dark blue cotton shorts and a long white V-neck tee shirt she pulled the hem down twisting it around her fingers mortified that once again she was a mess.
Immediately lowering her wide eyes to the floor her dream flashed through her startled mind.
Lips full and soft parting her own, gentle hands skimming across her body, evidence of how badly he wanted her pressed urgently to her unapologetically.
Instantly memories of past relationships shook her out of her stupidity.
Embarrassed and shaken how she could be so foolish after everything she had been through her rational brain brought her back to the familiar phase of rejection that always came sooner or later.
Stepping backwards away from him her mind quickly raced through the possibilities of what could want from her.
Forgetting that the slivers of glass was scattered across the floor she accidentally stepped on one piercing it right through the bottom of her bare foot.
"Fuck! Son of a bitch!" she hissed under her breath hopping over to the couch.
"Violet! Are you ok?"
The sincerity of his concern was too good to be true in her mind, but a part of her couldn't help but wish it were real.
Rushing to her side he patted his lap indicating for her to rest her foot on his thigh.
Surveying the several pieces of glass strewed about the floor his suspicions of what happened twisted his gut.
Hoping he was wrong he tenderly inspected the large piece that was still sliced into her skin.
"Is the isolation getting to you already, or did the glass just really piss you off?" he joked in an attempt to make her smile.
Covering her eyes she gave a half ass grin biting the inside of her cheek to avoid showing him that the pain was getting to her.
"Seriously you wouldn't believe me if I told you."
That was all he needed to hear before reaching for a throw pillow to place under her foot.
"You forget, I've lived in this house since I was a little boy, you can tell me; I promise not to lock up your liquor."
For a moment she considered conquering up a lie but decided against it, this wasn't going to lead anywhere and she was sick of games. She was for once going to just be herself.
If he didn't like it he could fuck himself, besides she was used to hearing how dark and gloomy she was, how abnormal her behavior seemed to everyone around her.
"Ok you asked for it, the glass just flew against the wall. Right before you knocked on the door, it was like someone just threw it …but as you can see I'm alone here… so you think I'm crazy?"
Titling his head to the side gazing down at her he carefully tucked a piece of her silky hair behind her ear bringing his mouth close her cheek.
"Be still, I'll be right back."
His husky voice sent chills through her that forced her to dig her nails into her thighs to hold back the undeniable affect he was having on her.
Upstairs Tate opened the medicine cabinet retrieving what he needed for her.
The window in the bathroom suddenly flew open and slammed back down nearly shattering the pane of glass.
Closing his eyes he gripped the edge of the bathroom sink his chest heaving with rage.
"You can't have her, I won't let you…she was meant for me."
An indistinct voice blew like the wind past Tate as he opened his eyes to view the image standing behind him in the mirror.
"You try to hurt her again, you scare her in any way, and you'll see just what I'm capable of."
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Going back to what Violet knew she forced herself to try and figure out his angle, this couldn't be real; no one had ever treated her this way and as hard as it was going to be she wasn't going to fall for it.
Maybe he had no place to go and wanted to move back in the house, she wasn't sure but she knew it had to be something.
Leaning back against the arm of the couch she recalled her father's speech after her first bad break up.
Pouring his third scotch he loosened his tie as he shook his head disapprovingly at her.
"Vi, I was hoping it wouldn't have to come to this, I really didn't think we would even find ourselves in this position to be totally honest."
Arms folded in front of her she turned towards him before attempting to run up the stairs trying to escape another one of his drunken speeches.
"What position is that dad?"
Shrugging casually he took a sip of the dark liquor before shaking his head condescendingly.
"Well I really didn't see you having to deal with the trials of a relationship, and now I know that this could happen again I'm afraid we need to have a talk."
Sitting down on the stairs Violet rubbed her temples in frustration completely clueless as to what he was talking about.
"Look you need to accept that you just don't have the necessary qualities that men desire."
Sloshing around his drink he glared out the window contemplating his next sentence.
"There's no… warmth, no sexual assets to your personality. You have a smart ass mouth and an aggressive nature that I'm afraid men will never be attracted to. Not to mention you unfortunately acquired your mother's rather homely plain looks, and boyish body."
Watching her fall apart he sighed as he calmly strolled over to her placing his hand upon her shoulder.
"I'm only telling you this because I love you, no man will ever be with you for love, it's just not in the cards for you sweetheart. Maybe now that you know this you'll be more careful the next time some mongrel comes sniffing around."
Suddenly she was aware of the sound of the broken glass being swept up in a dust pan and thrown away.
Within minutes he was back with a first aid kit and two glasses of wine.
Handing her a glass he sat back placing her foot back on his thigh.
Gingerly grasping the end of the sharp edge that was sticking out of her arch he gazed up at her with the kindness eyes she'd ever seen.
"This may hurt a bit so we'll do it on three, ok?"
Cocking her head to the side she smirked at him before taking a healthy sip of her wine.
"Fine, but I'm counting."
Slowly nodding with all amusement gone from his face he glared up at her staring so intensely it momentarily took her breath away.
With her sarcastic grin now too disappeared from her face she found herself settling her glass down on her lap so he couldn't see her trembling hands.
With barely a whisper so mesmerized by his penetrating stare she began to count.
"One… two… "
"You're beautiful Violet."
His raspy deep tone flowed over her so unexpectedly that it made her look down nervously, completely lost as to how to handle such words that had never been spoken to her before.
"W-Why did you say that?"
She managed to force out from her constricted throat almost feeling insulted that he would think she would believe such a thing.
Throwing the shard of bloody glass onto a paper towel he began to dab the cut on her foot with antiseptic before placing a bandage over it.
"Did I hurt you? Did you feel it at all?"
He questioned with one eyebrow raised already knowing the answer.
Taking another sip she shook her head before clearing her throat attempting to gain her barring's.
"That's not the point, you shouldn't say things you don't mean … it's a real shit thing to do."
She was so blindsided by everything that had happened, she hadn't noticed that she had a short sleeve tee shirt on instead of her usual sweater that went almost to her knuckles.
Taking another sip he noticed the line of scars climbing the inside of her arm.
Moving closer he knelt beside her taking the wine from her hand and placing it on the coffee table.
"You are beautiful Violet; I will never lie to you… ever."
Gently taking her hand he ghosted his fingertips over the crimson marks.
Looking for signs of the usual disgust and repulsion in his eyes but finding only sadness and what seemed like understanding she slowly pulled her arm away tucking it beneath her shirt.
In that moment her phone lit up vibrating hard against the coffee table near the shard of bloody glass.
Daniel's name appeared again causing a flood of emotions to wash over her already wounded expression.
Eyeing the name across her phone he sat back on the opposite end of the couch.
"Boyfriend?"
"Ex… "She breathed out softly not sure on how to finish her statement still feeling the sting of the reality of the situation.
Downing half his glass of wine he smoothed the tip of his finger around the rim making a high pitch ringing sound.
"Calling to get you back I assume?"
His far away expression locked onto the ruby colored alcohol swishing back and forth in his hand.
"I think Christina would disagree with that assumption."
She bitterly remarked stressing each word.
Looking up at her truly astounded his face searched hers finding only pain.
"He cheated on you."
Nodding she finished her wine.
"Fucker." Tate punctuated the word with a surprisingly strong amount of hatred.
"You would understand if you saw her, fucking sex on a stick, probably blowing him as we speak." She retorted sarcastically laughing to herself.
Pulling her knees protectively up to her chest Violet began to feel a slight buzz realizing she hadn't eaten anything all day.
"Well that was a mouthful of truth I wish I could take back."
Leaning over towards her he pulled her arm out from under the edge of her shirt.
Stroking the inside of her palm he nodded towards the slices up the inside of her arm.
"Is he the cause of this?"
His velvet tone captured her holding her eyes to his trapping them there.
"Some… but there is so much … more."
Gasping as his fingertips left her palm to part her knees he smoothed his hand up the inside of her thigh angling it outward.
Pushing up the edge of her shorts he revealed a fresh cut most definitely made that morning.
Sweeping his thumb over the self-inflicted wound he watched as her lips parted and her eyes slid shut.
"Promise me Violet, never cut here."
Watching entranced as she trembled under his touch he lightly brushed the tips of his fingers higher beneath her shorts.
"T-Tate… "A strange unfamiliar hot coil twisted inside her stomach causing her to reach out and grab his wrist stopping him from going any further.
Respecting her decision he slowly dragged his hand sliding it down along her pale soft skin to her ankle.
Standing he pressed his lips sweetly against her temple rasping intensely brushing her hair away from her flushed cheeks.
"If you nick you femoral artery you'd have three minutes to live, remember that."
"Out of sight he walked behind the couch leaning heavily against the doorframe panting softly still feeling the heat searing from between her legs."
Unable to hide the intense longing in his voice he breathed out softly pressing his forehead to the cool dark wood.
"You need to be careful Violet."