Violet was glaring out the window of her mom's car; every other weekend, Vivien would pretty much yank Violet into the car to go spend time with Ben. She hated her dad for what he did to the family. Granted they never were a happy family, but before he went and knocked up one of his patients… at least, they could pretend to be happy together. Vivien would pull up to the house and let Violet get out, if she never saw Ben again, it'd be too soon.

Violet flung her messenger bag over her shoulder—which held her entire life, her computer—and grabbed the duffel bag from the back seat. Hayden answered the door with her little boy on her hip; she waved at Vivien and Vivien gave one of those 'I am acknowledging your existence, but don't make me seem happy about it' waves back. Violet scowled at Hayden, she was only five years Violet's senior. "Hello, my darling, Violet," Hayden cooed.

Violet glared. "Okay, let's get one thing straight… I am not your darling. Your sweetie. Your baby, or any other 'term of endearment'. I'm simply the daughter of the man you fucked, got knocked up with, and ultimately ruined my family." Hayden's mouth fell open as Violet added a smartass smile. "Now where is my dad?"

Hayden didn't answer for a second, baffled by Violet's words. "He—he—he's gone to town. He should be back sometime soon." Violet rolled her eyes and shoved past Hayden; she stormed up the stairs to her bedroom. The small house had three bedrooms: the master—which Violet steered clear of at all costs—her bedroom, and Adrian's nursery. She threw her duffel bag against the wall and fell across her bed. She took off her messenger bag and pulled out her blue laptop.

Being only a sixteen year old girl, she couldn't live without her computer. It was where she cured her boredom, did homework, even talked to her so-called friends about school. She found that she had more in common with people she met on her Tumblr than the people she put up with in person. Most of her 'followers' were from other countries, so the chances of meeting them were slim. She pushed the power button and watched it come to life. As soon as the screen greeted her, she felt somewhat better about the day she was having.

She pulled up the internet and didn't even have to sign in or go to a website as Tumblr was her homepage. Her dashboard was filled with various pictures from the people she followed. She stared at the little thumbnail picture of her and her mom, it made her smile slightly. Up in the corner was a little red number one over an envelope; she clicked it and was instantly thrown into an anonymous hate letter. The gray face sat mocking her as she read their angry words:

You are always complaining about how horrible your life is. Well, if it's so damn horrible, why are you still alive? Why don't you just end it now? We know you cut… just go get your razor and cut your throat.

Violet stared intently at each word; part of her was a bit hurt that someone on the internet who doesn't even know her could make such crude assumptions. Who were they to talk? They were only adding to her 'horrible' life. But that part of her was so small next to the part that laughed at their words. They were obviously cowards and had nothing better to do.

She hit 'reply' and began writing:

Dear asshole who can't even tell me these things without cowering behind a gray face, the reason I'm not going to kill myself is so that I can continue to piss the hell out of you. You have officially given me the will to live, and I thank you. Please, feel free to keep sending this motivation for me to stay alive. I really appreciate it.

She smiled at her response before pressing 'publish.' She sighed and got a bit bored with the people she was following; most of them tricked her into following them when she saw a picture of a band she liked or a moody quote, but then they started posting pictures of puppies and kittens. She liked animals just fine, but she didn't want pictures of them all over her dashboard. "Violet?" she heard her dad call up the stairs.

Letting a groan escape her throat, she closed her computer before wandering back to her sucky reality. At least, momentarily.