AN: Hey everyone! Thanks for reviewing the last chapter. This one is in Violet's POV, just to get another perspective, and there's also a little ViPete in there, because I love them. It's my first time actually writing anything romantic-y with them, so here we go! ; )

Chapter 12

Violet's POV:

Some people ask me why I like helping people so much. They ask me why I would want to help people with their problems when I have problems of my own to deal with from time to time. The answer is very simple to me. I help people because it's the right thing to do. I help people because we all need someone to lean on sometimes. We all need someone to vent to and to talk to. We all go through rough patches and difficult times in life and with my job, I get to do that.. I get to help people get through whatever they're struggling through. It takes work, and it takes a lot of progress, but, it gets better for my patients. As long as I'm helping someone, I know my work will be a job well done.

Little did I know that in a few short minutes, one of my coworkers would be stopping over my place for some help and advice. So, as I was tucking Lucas in for bed, all I was really thinking about was him. Lucas was 4 already. It was so hard to believe. It seemed like yesterday when he was a small baby in my arms. He was growing up too fast and I wished that I could slow down time...even if it was just by a little bit.

Pete and I took turns reading Lucas's favorite book, "Boo Hoo Bird". It was about a tiny blue bird that gets bonked on the head with a ball and his friends try to make him better. Lucas had a new favorite book every other month but it made me really happy that he wanted to read and that he liked to be read stories. I wanted him to be well-rounded. I read the last paragraph of the book before closing it softly and placing it on his bedside table.

"Read again, Mommy?" Lucas asks me with curious eyes. "Daddy?" He then looks over at Pete who was sitting on the other side of the bed.

I smile at him warmly. "I think once is enough tonight, Lucas...we'll read it again tomorrow. Your little bird friend can wait." I tell him.

"Mommy's right...and besides, it's way past your bedtime, mister...but I think we'll let it slide tonight." Pete explains to him before smiling at me.

I nod softly. "Yes, we'll let it slide...but you need to go to bed now."

He gives us a pout before sighing lightly. "Okay..."

I lean down to give him a kiss on the forehead. "Goodnight, Lucas. I love you."

"Night, Mommy...I love you." He tells me with a smile and I can already see his eyelids getting heavier. Pete leans down to give him a kiss and also tells him goodnight. "Night, Daddy...I love you."

I tuck him in as we both get off of the bed and turn off his lights. I watch him sleeping for a moment before we walk out into the living room. I take a place on the couch as Pete walks into the kitchen to get two glasses and a bottle of wine. "Do you want some, Vi?" He asks curiously.

I nod. "Yes, please..." I pull off the blanket that was on the top of the couch and cover myself with it. I watch him pouring the wine and just think for a moment. Pete and I had our rough times in the past. We had our rough patchess, but I knew in the end that we would both turn out okay and that we would make our way back to each other. Pete and I haven't been this strong in our marriage yet, but I was finally glad that we made it this far. He comes back with the glasses and hands it to me. "Thank you." I take it from him gratefully.

Pete pats his lap. "Come here." He tells me with a smile. I smile before crawling over to sit in his lap. He wraps his arms around me and looks up into my eyes. "You okay? You seem like you're thinking about something..."

I can't help but grin at him. "So, you're finally picking up my instincts now?" He pokes me playfully in the side and I laugh. "I was just saying." I smile and then I shrug. "Yes, I was thinking...about us...about how it looked very bad for us and then we got better."

Pete simply just smiles at me and leans over to give me a soft kiss upon the lips. "I never would have given up on you, Violet...not ever."

I smile at Pete lovingly as I cup his face and kiss him tenderly. Our small and tender kiss begins to get heated so I almost don't hear the knock at the door. I pull back from Pete without any breath left before looking at him with a puzzled face. It was going on 9 o'clock...who would be at our door this late?

I get up from Pete's lap and walk over to the door. I answer the door without no hesitation. To my surprise, who was standing on the other side was the person I least expected to be there.

It was Charlotte. I almost thought it was a mistake as to why she was standing outside on my doorstep. Why would Charlotte ever want to come to my house? Charlotte hated me.

"Violet..." Charlotte says softly while looking down. I could tell that she wasn't herself. She wasn't even dressed like herself.. She was wearing high heels with sweat pants. I have never in my life seen Charlotte wear sweat pants...in public.

"Charlotte...?" I look at her with a concerned look on my face. "...Are you lost or something? Do you need directions?" I had to add a joke in there somewhere, just to be sure.

She just looks at me with a straight expression. "Violet, I'm not lost and I don't need directions. I came here to talk to you...because I have nowhere else to go..." She was avoiding eye contact with me but I could tell that she was hurt...badly.

This was strange. Charlotte didn't even snap back at me with one of her expressions and she didn't threaten me. She didn't even give me a death glare. Something was definitely up with her.

"If you don't want to help me, you don't have to..." She tells me before I have a chance to say anything and begins to turn. "I'll just go then."

Before she can walk away, I grab her by the arm. "Hey, I'm sorry...please...come in, Charlotte."

She hesitates a bit before walking into my house. She looks around for a moment.

When Pete sees Charlotte coming into our house, he's as shocked as I am. "Hey Charlotte...what's happening...?" He asks her with a smile. He only meant it as a friendly gesture but I can tell it made Charlotte uncomfortable.

As I close the door and watch her standing aimlessly, I knew she was trying to keep herself calm. "No...nothin's happenin'...I'm fine..." I could tell that her voice broke slightly. Charlotte's voice didn't even sound like her own. It sounded different.

Pete just looks at Charlotte with a slight nod and he looks at me. I give him the look that tells him something is definitely wrong here and I need to find out what it is. He understands immediately. "I'd love to chat, Charlotte...but I think it's time for me to head up to bed. Lucas had Violet and me running around all day." He explains to her.

Charlotte nods softly. "No, I understand...I'll see you at work tomorrow." She replies with a tiny smile, and that was barely even noticeable. Pete gets up from the couch and gives me a quick kiss before running up the steps. I watch Charlotte playing with her purse nervously.

"Come on...take a seat..." I tell her and set my hand gently on her back to lead her to the couch. She sits right where Pete was and I sit down a few inches away from her.

I didn't want to force her to talk right away, because I could just tell by her reactions and even just by her expression that she was holding it all in and it wouldn't take long for it to just come pouring out. I already knew that Charlotte was a guarded and private person. She was a woman that wouldn't let anything affect her or halt her from doing anything in any way. That's just how she was. Whatever happened to Charlotte must have been really bad because I have never seen her this closed off before...ever. I watch her set down her purse on the couch and now she crosses her arms nervously.

I was a very patient person, so I would wait until Charlotte spoke before I would say or do anything. She looks over at me slowly. "You're probably wonderin' what I'm doin' here, right?" Charlotte asks me.

I nod in agreement. "Yes, I'm wondering what you're doing here...and I'd like to know why as well...if you'd like to tell me." I offer her.

Charlotte just stares down at her feet. She stays like this for a few minutes before looking over at me. "Have you ever had one of those moments where you think that your life is over...and it feels like you're slowly dyin' inside?" I simply nod at her. "Well, that's how I feel Violet. It's just this achin' feelin'...and I can't fight it...no matter what I do. It's always there, just eatin' away at me..." I am going to let her get this out before I say anything. "This sucks, Violet. I'm usually so levelheaded...and I don't let anything get to me, but I just...I can't anymore..."

"Charlotte...I'm not going to rush you in any way, but...what exactly happened...? I can't really help you unless I know what-" I'm not able to finish my thought before Charlotte speaks.

"Addison and I broke up...we're not together anymore..." Charlotte says in a barely audible whisper. I take a breath to ask her what happened but Charlotte just continues. "I'll tell you how...and why...'cause I know you're wonderin'..." She was right. I was, but I wasn't going to rush her. It was better if my patients let all of their feelings out first before I started to offer advice. "It all started this mornin'. It started out as a great day. I had a really great feelin'...and then all of a sudden...Cooper came along. He just wanted to talk to me...and you know how I am with Cooper...I don't really like talkin' to him anymore. So, I would talk to him, for the sake of bein' professional, and that would be the end of it..."

I knew when Charlotte mentioned Cooper that this probably wasn't going to end well, but I never would have suspected that what she was about to tell me would have happened at all.

"He didn't come in my office to talk about work at all...he came to talk about me and Addison...and the funny thing is that I never told him about Addison and I...not at all...and do you wanna know how he found out?" Charlotte questions me and I watch her eyes narrowing at me. "He heard you and Amelia blabbin' about it...I mean, I should've known that I couldn't have trusted you with a secret like that. I mean, you're his best friend for God's sake. Of course you would tell him!" When Charlotte tells me this, my jaw drops slightly. I never once told Cooper about Addison and Charlotte. "I trusted Addison...and she said that I could trust you so I trusted you."

"Charlotte...please, let me explain-" I begin to say but Charlotte cuts me off rudely.

"Why should I Violet? Give me one good reason why I should!" Charlotte says and lets out a frustrated huff.

"Because...you don't know the whole story...and you're accusing me of something that I didn't do." I tell her calmly and Charlotte just looks away. "I never told Cooper about you and Addison. I promise you that. Addison said that I couldn't tell anyone, and I knew for a fact that you didn't want me to tell anyone, so I didn't tell anyone. I didn't tell Cooper...but maybe he did eavesdrop on Amelia and I...because we were talking about you and Addison. We didn't think anyone was even at the Practice that early so we didn't think we had anything to worry about." I explain to her and Charlotte still stares forward, not looking at me.

"Well, someone was...and that someone was Cooper...and he attacked me in my office this mornin'..." My eyes widen a bit and she shakes her head. "No! Not that kind of attackin'...he verbally assaulted me...there! Is that better?" Charlotte groans and I just watch her closely. "He started bringin' up me and Addison, and of course, I denied it, 'cause I don't want anyone knowin'...and then he said that if I wasn't with her, then I must still love him."

I take this all in before looking Charlotte in the eyes. "Do you, Charlotte? Do you still love him?"

Charlotte looks over at me slowly before shaking her head. "No! No...God, I don't know, Violet!" She leans back on my couch and covers her face with her hands. "I don't even know..." I could hear the uncertainty in her voice. "You know...this whole time...the 6 months that I've spent with Addison...I barely thought about Cooper. I could only think of a few times that I actually thought about him...and those were in dreams..." Charlotte sits up a bit now and begins to play with her fingers. "But besides that, I've never thought about Cooper...durin' this whole relationship...and then he...he did somethin' in that office...that basically ruined everything."

I wasn't sure of what she was talking about. "What happened, Charlotte? What did Cooper do?" I ask her curiously.

"I told him that I was with Addison...and he said that he still loves me and that he was sorry for everything...and then he...he kissed me." Charlotte closes her eyes and waits a moment. "He just kissed me, and Violet...I didn't kiss him back. I was goin' to kiss him back, 'cause I thought about all of our great memories...but then I thought of all of the bad ones...the ones where I would bawl myself to sleep every night 'cause of him and what happened...so I didn't..."

I could see Charlotte's lips quivering so she was about to cry. I set my hand on her shoulder and rub it reassuringly. "Oh, Charlotte...I'm so sorry..." I can't say anything else before Charlotte continues again.

She just looks down at my hand on her shoulder and looks up to stare at the wall again. "So, at that moment...I instantly got conflictin' feelings...I was thinkin' 'bout all of my past moments with Cooper...and my heart got that butterfly feelin'...and then I was thinkin' about Addison..." She sighs. "And you wanna know what made it worse? The only thing that could make a situation like that worse?" I look at her and nod. "Addison walked in...she walked in on him kissin' me...and if you were in her position, I know what you would be thinkin'...and that was what she was thinkin'..." Charlotte lets out an exhale. "She thinks that I'm a bitch, and a cheater, and a traitor...and that I'm a horrible person..."

I shake my head at her. "Charlotte...no, she doesn't..."

"Yes! She does think that, Violet! You may know Addison, Violet. You may have known her for a little while longer than I have...but you don't know her like I do...you don't...and you didn't see how she looked at me when she saw him kissin' me. You didn't see how hurt she was...and you didn't hear all of the mean and horrible things she told me later that night..." Charlotte was close to breaking down now and I don't know if I'd be able to stop it even if I tried.

"Okay...maybe I don't know her too well, Charlotte...but you do...I know you do..." I knew she was very upset and I didn't want to upset her even more. "I don't really want to know what she said to you Charlotte. I don't need to hear it...it's not necessary."

Charlotte just looks over to me with tears in her eyes. "Maybe I should have paid attention the one dream I had this mornin'...maybe it was warnin' me."

I raise an eyebrow at her. "A dream...? Why...what happened in your dream, Charlotte?"

"I don't...I don't know really...it's just..." Charlotte shakes her head and closes her eyes, like she's trying to remember it.

"Take your time...you can remember most dreams if you stay calm-" I begin to explain to her.

"No, Violet...I remember this dream...there's no way a person can forget a dream like this..." Charlotte replies back to me. "It was the strangest thing...it was one of those dark dreams where you're in the middle of nowhere...and everything is gone..." I was aware of the kind of dream she was talking about because I've had them before. "It was just me...and then Addison and Cooper popped up a few feet away from me. I had to make a choice...a choice of choosin' between Addison and Cooper...one choice was the right one, and the other would be the wrong choice." She explains and looks at me. "I don't know why...but I chose Cooper...and then the ground began to crumble beneath me and I was going to fall...and Cooper didn't help me up...and neither did Addison." I could see her holding back the tears in her eyes. "I asked Addison to help me and she said that she couldn't help me anymore, 'cause I made my choice and that I was gonna die with it..." Charlotte closes her eyes as a tear slips down her face. I recalled having many dreams like this but a lot of them weren't accurate.

"We all have dreams like this, Charlotte. Believe me. I had quite a few of them. Sometimes they're accurate and sometimes, they're not..." I look at her before grabbing a box of tissues and handing them to her. She takes one and dabs at her eyes. "I think you had that dream because you're confused...your mind could be thinking one thing whereas your heart can be thinking a totally different thing."

"But...I chose Cooper in the dream...and that happened...I died in my dream..." Charlotte doesn't really understand and wipes her eyes again.

"Charlotte...you didn't choose Cooper in real life...did you?" She shakes her head. "Then, that's good! But, even if you died in your dream, that doesn't mean that something bad is going to happen to you. It can almost be metaphorical in a sense. Our choices have an effect on a lot of things, including ourselves Maybe your dream is trying to tell you that you have to make the right choice...or something could happen."

"I just...I don't know what to do, Violet! I'm so damn confused!" Charlotte bawls up her fists and lets out a groan. "It's like Cooper versus Addison in my head! Cooper or Addison...Cooper or Addison!" Charlotte explains and sighs. "It's killin' me, Violet."

"Do you want some advice on this confliction?" I ask her curiously and she nods. "Okay...I know that you loved Cooper a lot. I saw it...and maybe you still love him in a way. We always love part of a person, even if we're not with them anymore, because they made us happy at one point!" Charlotte is staring down at the couch but I know she's listening to me. "I know for a fact that you also love Addison...I see the way that you look at her and I see how she looks at you..." Charlotte looks up at me now as more tears flow. "She really loves you, Charlotte."

"But, I...how do I know...?" Charlotte questions me. "What if I make the wrong choice?"

I shake my head. "No...you won't...I know you won't. When you think of the person that you love and belong with, you're going to think of the person that was there for you no matter what...a person that never let you down...a person that never gave up on you, even if the chances seemed slim at the time!" I try to reassure her. "Look at Pete and I! We fought daily. We would have screaming matches at the Practice. I thought we weren't going to get back together...and look at us...we're stronger than ever!" I grab one of her hands and squeeze it tightly. "I don't know how you really are Charlotte...but I know for a fact that you're a strong woman. I can tell that about you. You have to keep the faith, or stay hopeful if you aren't that type of person...because things like this...they get better...eventually. Not right away. It takes time, but things like this always resolve after a while."

"How can this get better, Violet? Just, how?" Charlotte says before more tears fall. "You didn't see how Addison yelled at me. There's no way she can forgive me. She doesn't want me anymore."

"You don't know that, Charlotte...Pete and I had very bad fights. A lot of bad things were said, but we got over them. We overcame them. You and Addison can do the same thing! I have faith in you, Charlotte. I trust that you'll make the right decision. Don't worry about your dreams. Don't worry about what others may think of you and Addison. Just don't worry. Stay calm and believe in yourself. Believe in Addison. You'll both get through this." I reassure her with a smile and squeeze her hand again. "As for the choice thing...I think you'll know who's the right one. You'll be able to feel it...you'll be able to feel it in your heart."

For the first time that night, Charlotte smiles at me and gives my hand a squeeze. "Thank you, Violet..." She says with a sniffle and wipes the rest of her tears away.

"You're welcome, Charlotte...it's no problem whatsoever." I reassure her and give her a smile in return. "And while you're here...I just want to say sorry..."

She looks at me with a confused face. "Say sorry for what?"

"I just want to say sorry for...being kind of rude to you...and kind of antagonzing you at times..." I start to explain.

"Kind of...?" Charlotte repeats and laughs softly. "You always antagonize me."

"And I'm apologizing for that now. I should have never done that...although, you do it right back to me just as much..." I tell her honestly.

"Hey! I do not!" Charlotte argues and I can't help but smirk.

"No...you do...but it's okay. I'm just sorry for it, truly. I've been thinking about you the wrong way for all of these years...I've been calling you names and judging you before I really knew you. I just want to apologize for that." I look her in the eyes as I say this, and I meant every word of it.

"You're sorry for callin' me Cruella and the Wicked Witch of St. Ambrose...?" She questions me and I nod in agreement. "Well, I guess I accept your apology...and I guess I'm sorry for callin' you the crazy curly haired bitch."

"What?" I look at her with wide eyes and she coughs out a laugh.

"Just kiddin'...well, no...I'm not...but I really am sorry, Violet." Charlotte tells me with a smile. "I never really gave you a chance...because I was so pigheaded and stubborn...and I was always thinkin' 'bout myself instead of the others around me. You're really not that bad, Violet."

I laugh softly now. "Well, I would hope not! That wouldn't be good."

"I always saw you as this...annoyin' person that was just tryin' to get into people's heads but...you're more than that. You're not annoyin' and you're not just tryin' to get into people's heads." Charlotte explains to me as I grab my glass of untouched wine from the coffee table.

I take a sip of it slowly. "You know, you don't have to say it if you don't really mean it...you don't have to be nice to me in return just because I'm being nice to you now. It's okay if you don't like me, Charlotte."

"No, no...I'm not pretendin', and I'm not just sayin' it either...I mean it, Violet." She sighs before looking at me. "What you did tonight...how you helped me and talked me through this...it really means a lot. Not many people would actually help me, you know."

I smile at her warmly. "You're welcome, Charlotte. Everyone deserves to have someone to talk to when they're going through something. I know that we've never really been close...but if you ever need someone to talk to...or if you need someone to listen...if you need a friend...I'll always be here."

Charlotte returns a smile. "Thank you, Violet. It means so much..." She watches me drinking my glass of wine and raises an eyebrow. "Can you spare some alcohol for me?" She asks while chuckling.

I nod, leaning over to give her Pete's cup. "It was Pete's, but he didn't drink from it...and there's no reason to dirty another glass." Charlotte takes it gratefully and starts to drink it right away, taking down a big gulp. I smirk at her slightly. "Don't tell me...you're one of those people who try to drink their thoughts away, right?"

Charlotte looks at me like I sprouted two heads and turned into a monster. "...How did you know that?"

I shrug. "I just know. I pay attention to the little details...details that others would miss otherwise. I pay attention to detail." Charlotte looks at me and then down at the glass. "It doesn't work, you know...trying to drown your sorrows in alcohol, that is."

Charlotte tilts her head to the side and looks at me curiously. "Why do you say that?"

"Because...I've tried it before." I tell her honestly. "Not recently, but in the past. We think that it'll work, but it doesn't. We end up forgetting what was on our minds for a little while but before long, the alcohol wears off and we remember everything again. I think it's just easier facing your own thoughts, instead of running away from them. We could solve half of the problems inside of our heads if we actually gave it a shot and took a chance...but a lot of people don't want to risk it...because of the pain we might have to go through."

Charlotte nods her head as I'm speaking and I knew that what I was saying was really getting her thinking. That was good though! I really hoped that I was helping Charlotte, because I knew she needed help and if I was the one to help her, then so be it! "Yeah...you're right...but I don't know...the alcohol just keeps me calm...numb...I like forgettin' everything up here..." She points to her head. "Even if it is just for a lil' while."

I understood what she was saying completely so I nod. "I know what you mean, Charlotte...but don't overdo it." I warn her with a chuckle. "Alcohol poisoning won't help anyone out."

Charlotte laughs along with me. "Can drunkenness run in the family? 'Cause if it does...I blame my Momma!"

I hold back a laugh and smile at her. "It actually can...but they're still not too sure if it's in the genes or if the children pick up the alcoholic traits from the parents as they grow up."

Charlotte laughs a little harder. "Oh Lord...why are we talkin' 'bout this?"

"You asked me! I wasn't going to lie!" I answer her with a grin.

Charlotte sighs, but contently this time. "Violet...I have a question..."

"Yes, Charlotte?" I ask her curiously.

"What you said before...about bein' my friend...did you just say that to say it?" Charlotte asks before taking another big sip of wine.

I shake my head, disagreeing with her. "No, I didn't just say it to say it. I actually did mean it." I give her an encouraging smile. "We could be friends, Charlotte...if you would like that. We don't have to be...but just know that I'll have your back and whatever I've done to make you mad or upset in the past, that I'm sorry about it all."

Charlotte looks at me with a wide smile and I almost laugh for a moment. I've never seen Charlotte smile that big. She must have noticed my reaction because she softened her smile again before nodding. "That would be cool, Violet...if we were friends."

I give her a friendly smile. "Then consider us friends, Charlotte!"

Charlotte nods before finishing the glass of wine. She really wasn't that bad. I felt bad for judging her for so long. Maybe we could end up being good friends someday. I'm sure there was much more to Charlotte than the whole Wicked Witch of St. Ambrose persona...I was sure of it! I offer Charlotte some more wine and she takes it. She begins to sip on it once again before speaking. "I hope I didn't interrupt anything with you and Pete when I came here tonight...I know that it was a lil' too late to be comin' over."

"No, don't apologize, Charlotte! It's quite alright! Don't ever apologize for needing someone to talk to. Pete and I were just talking. He understood." I reply back to her while smiling. "Don't worry about it."

"Okay. Good!" Charlotte takes another sip of wine and pulls out her phone. I see her checking it and sighing after a moment.

"Is everything alright?" I question her before she looks over at me.

"Addison hasn't texted me yet..." Charlotte replies gloomily. "Do you think I should text her?"

I shake my head. "It's best to give Addison some space...because I'm sure she's going through a lot at the moment as well...even if you're okay now, she may not be." Charlotte listens intently and puts her phone back in her pocket. "Just give her some time, and she'll come around."

"How do you know...?" Charlotte asks me and taps her fingernails against the glass.

"Because...I'm an all seeing God..." I joke around and it gets a soft laugh out of Charlotte. "No...I just know. Many of my patients go through these things. They hope that things will be alright and okay after a short period of time...but it takes time...a big example of that is Pete and I. We were fighting a lot and it took a lot of time for us to get back to where we are now. Who knows...maybe it will take shorter for you and Addison...maybe it will take even longer. Only time will tell!" I smile at her reassuringly. "If I can give you any other advice right now, it would be to not give up...don't give up on her, Charlotte. I can see how much you love her and I know you'll wait as long as you have to, so you can get her back." Charlotte nods in agreement.

Both Charlotte and I sit there in silence for a few moments. I watch Charlotte finishing the second glass of wine and setting the glass down on the table. "Well...it's gettin' pretty late...and I don't wanna stay too much longer. Pete's probably waitin' up there for you." I watch her getting up from the couch and I get up after her.

"No! You can't leave!" I yell at her and she gives me a confused look. "I mean, you were drinking."

"It was just two glasses, Violet...I'll be fine." Charlotte tries to change my mind but I won't let her.

"Two glasses is enough, Charlotte. If something happens to you on the road, I'd never forgive myself..." I watch her walking around my couch and she starts to head towards the door. "...and neither would Addison." When I say that, Charlotte stops. She turns to me slowly. "Please just stay, Charlotte. I'll be able to sleep easy knowing you're not wrapped around a telephone pole or dying in a ditch somewhere." She sighs and continues to look at me. "We don't get guests too often but we have a guest room. You can use it! It's all yours."

I can see Charlotte's facial reactions. She wanted to leave so badly at that moment but I see her just letting it go. "Alright...fine...just this once..."

I smile at her before heading down the hallway. "Come with me." I tell her as she follows me to the guest room. I turn on the light and wait for her to come in. "Here it is!" Charlotte looks over at me with a smile as she sets her purse on the chair in the corner and begins to take her jacket off. "If you want to shower or if you want something to eat, you can do whatever you like. Make yourself at home!"

Charlotte smiled at me warmly before nodding. "Thank you, Violet...I don't deserve this though...to be treated this nice..."

I shake my head. "No...you do...besides...what are friends for, right?" I smile at her.

She laughs softly. "Yeah...sure..." She takes a seat on the bed and slips off her high heels. "Goodnight, Violet."

"Goodnight, Charlotte! I'll be upstairs if you need anything!" I watch her for a moment before closing the door behind her. I turn off the lights in the living room and kitchen, leaving on a few night lights, before walking upstairs.

I walk into the bedroom to see Pete reading a book. He looks up at me with a smile. "You were down there for a while...what happened?"

"Charlotte needed to talk...and I think I helped her out quite a bit..." I tell him as I get into the bed next to him. "She had a few glasses of wine, so I let her stay the night...I hope you don't mind."

"Of course I don't." Pete smiles at me before marking his page and setting the book down. He pulls me into his arms and pulls the covers over us. "I think it's sweet that you helped her out, Vi."

"Anything for a friend in need!" I tell him truthfully. I lay my head against his chest and cuddle against him.

He kisses me on the forehead before turning off the lamp. "I love you!"

"I love you too, Pete!" I reply back to him with a smile.

I knew Pete was probably half asleep already, even after a few seconds, because it didn't take too long for him to fall asleep. So, I just lay there for a moment, thinking about Charlotte.

I didn't know exactly what Charlotte was going through but I knew that it was tough on her. It may sound weird and it may sound a little silly, but I had faith in Charlotte. I knew that she would overcome this...and that whatever choice she would make would be the right one...because she's the only one who truly knows what she wants and only she could decide something like that. As my eyes began to get heavier, I had a quote stuck in my head and I think that it described Charlotte's situation perfectly.

"Listen to the quietest whispers of your mind. They are telling you the choices that will help you the most."

Charlotte may be over thinking a lot at the moment but when she would finally calm down, she would know the right choice. She would discover it. I had no doubt about that. But as for how long it would take Charlotte to discover her choice...that's a different story! Like I said earlier to Charlotte...only time will tell!

AN: Okay! That's it! Thoughts? This chapter is longer than the others...probably 'cause there was more talking! Let me know if you liked it and would like to see more of Violet! Also, if you want to tweet me and ask me about my new chapters or the story in general, tweet me at KirstieAndes . I would love to chat with you all! So, gimme a review! Let me hear what you thought! ; )