Violetâs Friday night hadnât been much different from its usual boringness, other than the fact that her mother had made dinner for the first time in years , than sheâd given V her normal âI think this ones the one.â Talk about her latest boyfriend. After that, Violet had gone to her room, peeled off her cloths and spent the night painting random images on her wall, in an oversize t-shit and boy short underwear.
Sheâd lost track of time, which tended to happen more then sheâd like to admit. When sheâd finally come back to reality, the night had long since passed and the sky was lighting up. Her arms were covered in paint. She stood up from where she was sitting and took a few steps back admiring her newest addition her beautifully painted wall. She glanced to her clock next to her night stand, sighing when she realized she was leaving in less than an hour.
It had been exactly a week since her mother had told her she was going to meet her father and she had no choice. It didnât matter that she was nineteen, her mother was practically forcing her to go and meet him. But, in all honesty that wasnât the part she was dreading. The part she was dreading was having to spend the next few weeks traveling across the country with her ass hole of a neighbor, Benjamin. He was probably the most shallow person sheâd ever met.
Sheâd begged her mother to let her drive herself, she could get there in half the time. Her mother though wasnât buying it, she was worried about Violet getting there, without getting into trouble or getting hurt, seeing as sheâd never really been outside their small town. Apparently though, her mother didnât know Benji very well, because he was the definition of trouble. Eventually though Violet had just stopped arguing with her mother and started packing.
She wasnât entirely sure why she was going to meet her father, after nineteen year of not so much as a birthday card. Why did he want to meet her now? More importantly why should she have to make the effort to go to him? She glanced out the window, she wasnât sure sheâd be leaving any time soon if Benji didnât come back home. Sheâd climbed out her second story bedroom window last night to sit on her roof. Unfortunately, her bedroom window and where she sat on her roof, faced the Connerâs house and was perfectly parallel with Benjaminâs bedroom. She watched him leave last night and heâd yet to return, maybe with any luck he wouldnât and her mother would let her drive herself or just get her a damn airplane ticket.
âVi, darling are you ready?â she heard her motherâs voice and her footsteps as she came up there stairs. Sheâd never been able to sleep in, her mother was always up way to early, which meant in turn she was awake, her mother didnât believe in sleeping in.
âYeah, Iâll be down in a sec.â she sighed running her fingers through her long brown hair. She grabbed her IPod off her night stand, before washing the paint from her arms, grabbing her suitcase and heading down stairs.
She set her suite case down by the door, before heading into the kitchen where Mrs. Conners and her mother were sitting talking and laughing over coffee. She opened the fridge, grabbing one of her motherâs stupid organic smoothies, taking a drink from it as she lend against the counter listening to the two older women for a minute.
âSo did your delinquent son decide to bail?â Violet said simply, glancing to Mrs. Connors, before looking to her mother whole looked completely horrified at how rude sheâd just been.
âViolet Raene, you apologize, right now.â She ordered, Vi rolled her eyes taking another drink.
âSorry.â She said with a fake smile.