*Violet's POV*
We drive straight through, deciding to stop for lunch at some random diner in Cambridge. We both order sandwiches and split a chocolate milkshake and then we head over to campus and find my dorm. I sling my backpack over my shoulder and grab one of the bags as Jace takes one of the boxes.
I’m suddenly nervous about meeting my roommate. What if she hates me? No, that’s stupid. She’s not going to hate you. That’s just the anxiety talking. I take 3 controlled deep breaths, counting 4 seconds in and out, just like my therapist told me to do when I’m feeling anxious or overwhelmed.
My room number is 204 which means it’s on the second floor. We make our way through the crowd of people also rushing in and out with boxes.
When we find my room I see that one half of it is already set up with posters, pictures, string lights and a neon pink bedspread. A girl wearing very small short shorts and a tight tank top with blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail is lying on the bed. When she sees me, she stands up and says, “Hi! Are you my roommate?!” I set the bag I was carrying on the floor and say, “Hi, yes, I think so.”
She squeals and runs up and hugs me. I’m momentarily shocked but hug her back after a couple seconds. She pulls away and flashes me a huge smile and says, “I’m Stella, what’s your name?”
“I’m Violet, but everyone just calls me Vi.”
“It’s so nice to meet you,” she says with a little jump. “And who might this be?” She asks, eyeing Jace. “This is my boyfriend Jace.”
“Oh, nice to meet you too. Are you also a freshman here?” She says sticking her hand out for him to shake and he takes it.
“No, I’m not. I’m a sophomore at UMass. I’m just here to help Vi get all settled in.”
“That’s so sweet of you! Come on, I’ll come help you get the next load of stuff.”
“Oh, you don’t have t-” I start but she cuts me off.
“Nope, I’m helping and that’s that!” I give Jace a look and he just shrugs so we lead her down to my car. As we’re walking she asks, “So how long have you guys been together?”
“About 4 years,” Jace tells her.
“4 years?! That’s so long!”
“We grew up as neighbours so we’ve known each other since we were babies,” he explains.
“That is so cute!” She squeals. We get to my car and between the three of us, we manage to get everything. We drop the bags on the bed and on the floor and I finally take a second to look around.
The room is smaller than my bedroom at home and considering there’s two of us in here, that’s saying something. Her half is a mirror image of mine and there’s a single bed with drawers underneath it, then a desk with a drawers and a hutch on top and then a L-shaped wardrobe in the corner. There’s a window with a ledge wide enough to sit on in between our two wardrobes.
Stella begins putting the covers on the bed for me while I start on my clothes and Jace places my books in the hutch and sets up my computer monitor and printer for me. After about an hour, we’ve pretty much got everything squared away. I made sure that I only brought one hard suitcase and fold the rest of the bags neatly inside of that one and Jace places it on top of the wardrobe. The last thing we do is string a set of lights on the wall beside my bed and use clothespins to pin pictures of me, Jace, our parents and Rebecca.
I look around satisfied and then take a picture and send it to my dad. It’s only 4pm, so Jace and I sit down on my bed and Stella sits on hers.
“So what are you studying here?” She asks.
“Sociology. But the plan is to go to Law school here after that. How about you?”
“Art actually. I really wanna be a fashion designer.”
“So why did you choose Harvard? I mean there are a lot of design schools around to choose from,” Jace says.
“My father. He went here so it was kind of not optional. Besides, I’m considering getting my MBa after anyway so I can start my own label.”
“That’s really cool,” I tell her.
“Thanks!” She says with a smile. “How about you? What do you take at UMass?”
“Exercise and Health sciences. My parents are both doctors so I guess I’m kind of following in their footsteps.”
“Wow, impressive,” She says. We chat some more and when I check the time, it’s already 5pm.
“Should we go eat? I know you’re all moved in already, but some settling in is probably not a bad idea.”
“Sure. I’ll find a restaurant.” I lean into him and place my head on his shoulder as he scrolls through restaurants in the area. “What are you feeling?”
“Mmm, Thai?”
“Oh yes. Good choice,” he says and then narrows the search down and clicks on one not too far from campus, but hopefully far enough that it won’t be too crowded with students and their families.
“Do you wanna come with us?” I ask Stella.
“Oh, no no. I’m not third wheeling you guys. I’m gonna stick around and get the scoop on the party scene.”
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“Yeah, absolutely.”
We exchange numbers and then Jace and I head to the restaurant. We order our food and he says, “So, Stella seems nice.”
“Yeah, she does,” I say with a little smile.
“She seems super outgoing. I think she could be good for you.”
I nod and he says, “It makes me so happy to see you here, doing what you always said you would do. I never doubted for a second that you would make it here.”
“Thank you.” Our food arrives and we eat. He finishes his plate before I do. Eating slowly is one of the habits I never quite got over. I used to do it so that I could pretend I had eaten more than I had and then say I was full when everyone else was done.
Now I just eat slow and continue after everyone else has finished until I actually am done. I wouldn’t be able to get away with that with Jace anymore anyway. He doesn’t tell me he does it, but I notice the way he still watches me eat to make sure even though it’s been 2 years since I've had any real issues with it.
Once I’ve finished most of my food, I wipe my mouth off and he brings me back to my dorm. He walks me right to my room and then says, “This is so much better than last year but I’ll still miss you like crazy”
I nod and say, “I miss you already,” and then kiss him. He tightens his grip around my waist and then pulls back and says, “Remember, if you need anything, I’m only 45 minutes away, okay?”
“Yeah, of course. Love you.”
“I love you too Vi.” He kisses me one more time and then walks away. He’s right, it is way easier than last time. I unlock the door and walk in to find Stella in front of the mirror curling her hair. She’s already got a full face of makeup on.
“You’re back! Okay, so apparently there’s a party at Alpha Psi that everyone is going to, so get ready.”
“Oh, no, I don’t really, do that.”
“Don’t really do what? Have fun?”
“No, it’s just, I went to one at Jace’s frat house last year and it wasn’t really my scene.”
“Oh come on, it’s part of the college experience. Look, if it’s terrible, we’ll just come right back, I promise.”
I hesitate and then remember that I did want the college experience so I nod and she says, “Yay! Okay put on something sexy and get ready to go!”
I frown and say, “Yeah, I also don’t do sexy,” while playing with the sleeves of my shirt.
“What do you mean? You must have something.” She goes over to my wardrobe and starts filing through my clothes and then turns and says, “Wow, you were not joking. I didn’t think it was possible to own this many pairs of jeans and plain t-shirts. It’s fine, just borrow something of mine.” I go to protest but she’s already throwing something at me and says, “Here, try this on.”
I examine the very small amount of fabric in front of me and immediately my anxiety starts acting up. I breathe deeply. Stella is so nice, it would be rude not to at least try it on. She turns around so I can change and I pull the tight black dress over my head and it clings to me like a second skin. It barely covers my butt and the neckline dips very low between my almost non-existent boobs but at least it has sleeves. I fidget nervously and tug at the dress before saying, “Okay, it’s on.”
She turns around and her green eyes go wide, “Are you kidding me right now? You were hiding THAT under a hoodie? That’s got to be a crime. Seriously you look hot as fuck.”
I blush a little but her words make me a little more confident, “Do you actually think that, or are you saying that to make me feel good?”
“What?! No! You legitimately look better in that dress than I do, which is a little rude but, I’ll allow it. Oh oh oh pleeeease can I do your hair and make up too?!”
“Um I guess so.” I have literally no clue what I’m doing so I might as well let her.
She squeals and says, “Yay! This is going to be so much fun! You’re like my little barbie doll! I mean, you’re already so pretty so I don’t really need to do much, but still.”
I smile at that and sit in the chair as she gets started on my hair. She curls it first and then does two braids on either side, which she pulls and prods at until they loosen and then pulls my hair into what seems to be a high ponytail, but with a lot more steps. She then starts on my makeup. The extent of my makeup is BB cream, mascara and lip balm.
“Thank God we have the same skin tone. This would be a nightmare if we didn’t, what with you literally not owning makeup. What would you do without me?”
“Probably sit here and read,” I joke timidly.
She laughs and says, “You’re probably right. Well good thing I’m here.” When she finishes, she tells me to go look in the mirror, and when I do, I’m shocked. I still look like me but like a version of me that has Stella’s confidence.
What surprises me the most is how much I like it. Maybe the key was never hiding behind clothes, it was embracing myself. I never in a million year thought I would feel so good wearing so little clothing. I smile and Stella says, “So, do you like it?” I just nod at her in the mirror.
“Alright, I can’t be the only one dressed like this. What are you wearing?”
She puts on a tight red lace tank top tucked into a black leather skirt and I immediately realize that she’s given me one of her less scandalous outfit choices, which I appreciate. Her blonde hair is curled into beachy waves and she’s wearing similar makeup to mine.
“Alright, we look hot. Let’s take our inaugural selfie together!” I smile and we both pose for a picture. She finds me on i*******m and posts the picture and tags me in it.
“Okay, so do we go now or?”
“No, silly, it’s only 8:30. Now, we put some music on and dance in our room while having a few pre-drinks.”
“Where are we supposed to get drinks?”
She walks over to her desk drawer and pulls out a bottle of vodka. “Right here of course.”
I hesitate and she says, “Don’t tell me you don’t drink.”
“No, I do. Just not vodka.”
“Well what better occasion than your first night at harvard?!”
I smile and take the bottle from her and take a sip straight out of it. We dance around for a while and have a couple more drinks each and I’m feeling a little buzzed. Stella looks at the time and says, “Alright, let’s get going. It’ll be about a 10 minute walk. Is that okay with you?” I just nod.
“Okay, cool! Let’s go!” As we’re walking, I make sure to pay attention to where we’re going just in case I have to find my way back and I have somehow managed to lose my cell phone. It’s unlikely, but I like to be prepared. There’s only two turns so I’m not too worried.
We can hear the music from down the street and when we walk up to the large white house with pillars out front and the Greek letters for Alpha Psi pinned above the door, there are already people partying on the lawn, which I’m sure is indicative of the number of people inside the house.
We walk up to the front door which has been left wide open and make our way through the crowd. I can feel several sets of eyes on me and I move close to Stella’s ear and say, “Is it just me, or are people staring?”
“No, it’s not just you. But of course they’re staring, we look hot as fuck!” I wish I had her confidence. She leads me into the kitchen where I see several bottles of liquor and pop on the counter and pours vodka and soda into two cups for us. I hear a voice from behind us say, “Violet?” I freeze. I would recognize that deep voice and that accent anywhere. I spin around, and sure enough, there he is.
“Kane?”
*Kane's POV*“Oh by the way, Kane, your mother and I-”“Heather is not my mother, and she never will be,” I say coldy.“Watch your tongue boy,” He snaps and the look in his eyes has me freezing in place. His punishments are...brutal. And they’ve been getting progressively worse since my mother’s death when I was 12. And I can’t do a damn thing about it because he literally has my entire life in his hands.“Like I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted, we will be moving to New York next month and I’ve arranged your transfer to Harvard to finish up the school year.”“Fine,” I bite out. It’s not like it matters where I finish school. And it’s not like I’ll be leaving anybody behind. I’m not in the business of making personal connections. My father made damn sure of that.“Was that attitude I just heard?”&ldquo
*Violet's POV*As I look into his dark eyes, I can’t help the slew of emotions that over power me. Anger, hatred and fear are the most prominent ones. He looks exactly the same as he did the last time I saw him. Tall, fit, covered in tattoos, black hair short on the sides and pushed back on top and giving me a cold, calculating look with a hint of unpredictability that tells me he could snap at any second. The same one that was always on his father’s face.“What are you doing here?”“I go here. What are you doing here?” He spits back.“I go here. I thought you were at Oxford?”“I was. I had to transfer here for my last year because my father forced me to follow them to New York a couple months ago.”I’m so shocked I don’t even know what to reply to this. How did I not know they were here? Also I think this is the longest we’ve ever spoken without him insulting me.
*Kane's POV*God dammit! I slam the door to my room and begin pacing, remembering the first time I ever met her. It was at the wedding 5 years ago. She was so small and fragile, wearing a long sleeved dress that was a couple sizes too big for her. I didn’t know who she was at first, but when my father introduced us, I felt fear. Raw unadulterated fear. Not for me. But for her. There’s no way this girl could survive my father. I remember having a very strong and sudden urge to protect her.I made a big mistake, though. I didn’t hide it fast enough. He saw. He saw and I caught the glint in his eye that told me he was going to use her to punish me, just like he used to use my mother. I had to try to cover it up.When I found out she wasn’t going to be living with us, just visiting occasionally, I was relieved. But still, he needed to think I didn’t care and I needed her to hate me so she would stay away. So, every time she came to visi
*Violet's POV*When my alarm goes off the next morning, I look over and see Stella passed out on top of the covers wearing last night’s clothes. I didn’t even hear her come in last night. I stretch and get up and then go over to her bed.I put my hand on her shoulder and shake her a bit and say, “Stella, it’s time to wake up.”She groans and says, “I don’t wanna,” into the pillow.“If you get up now we’ll have time to go to Starbucks on our way,” I bribe. I’m not even sure if she likes coffee but I am in desperate need of one so hopefully she is too.Her head perks up at this and she says, “Need caffeine,” as she pushes herself up into a seated position.“When did you come back last night?” I ask her.“I have literally no clue,” She replies as she makes her way to the mirror. She looks in it and goes, “Dear God, I look lik
*Kane's POV*As I’m walking through campus, I don’t know why, but something compels me to look at the building to my left. When I do, I see a window with Violet and her friend from last night sitting on the other side of it. I don’t know why, but my feet are moving towards her on their own accord.I walk up to their table and Violet looks up at me, shock written all over her face.“Hello,” I say.“Hi,” She replies quietly. She’s clearly still confused. And, to be honest, so am I.“How did you find the rest of the party?” I ask casually, trying to glean any information on if she was as miserable as I was after our little exchange last night.The blond starts, “Oh, she-”“Enjoyed it. She enjoyed it,” Violet cuts her off and gives her a pointed look. Interesting. I wonder what that’s about. I search her eyes for answers but find nothing.&ldq
*Violet's POV*After the strange encounter with Kane, we head back to the dorm and Stella tells me she’s going to have a nap so I decide I should probably take this chance to make some phone calls. I bring my laptop outside and sit underneath a shady tree and put my headphones in. I facetime Rebecca first.She answers right away and I can see that she’s sitting in her room. Her red hair is up in a bun and she’s got her glasses on.“Hey Vi, what’s up?”“You will never believe who is here.”“Who?”“Kane.”Her mouth drops open. “Kane as in your step-brother Kane?”“The one and only,” I reply with a fake smile.“Why? How did you even find out about this?”I explain the whole story at the frat party and she takes a few seconds to process this.“I can’t believe she didn’t tell you. Also I
*Kane's POV*Tuesday morning, I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing. The caller ID says it’s my father. Of course it is. I know it will only make things worse if I don’t answer so I click the little green button.“Hello,” I say, not trying to conceal the annoyance in my voice.“Hello son. How have you enjoyed your first couple days?” I calculate whether or not I should mention that I saw Violet. It is a small campus so it is likely we would have run into each other. But it is also probable we didn’t. Has she spoken to her mother? Maybe he already knows. I have no way of knowing so I decide to keep it vague.“Fine,” I say, continuing to give away no information with my tone.“Well, we’re going to invite your sister to come stay with us this weekend.” My stomach drops. “We figure since you go to the same school, you could carpool.”I’m in so much sho
*Violet's POV*No no no no. What did I just do? That was wrong on so many levels. He’s mystep-brotherand I have a boyfriend. Oh god, I just cheated on Jace. I’m such a horrible person. But why did it feel so good? Kissing Jace is nice, sure, but that? That was a whole other level. My body has never reacted that way before. It was like everywhere he was touching was on fire. No! Stop it! I can’t be thinking this way! I have a boyfriend who I love and who loves me. I will not screw that up!I don’t even know why he kissed me. It makes no sense. I have so many questions that I’ll probably never get the answers to. I do know two things for sure though. One: I cannot tell anybody about this. And two: it can never happen again.When I step into the room, Stella is on her laptop and she doesn’t look up when she asks, “So, how did it go?”I’m thankful she’s not looking at me because
*Violet's POV* We meet my Dad downstairs for breakfast and discuss our strategy for dealing with my mother. Personally, I don’t think it’s going to make any difference what we say if she hasn’t cooled off since yesterday, but it can’t hurt to have a plan. After some discussion, we finally come to the conclusion that none of us has any clue how to approach this so we’re just going to show up and hope she’s feeling more reasonable today. Dad drives us there and we walk up to the front door and stand there awkwardly, unsure if we should be knocking or not. It reminds me of the first time I came here with Kane. Naturally, my brain starts flooding with other memories of that same trip and I feel my cheeks heat up. Get it together Violet. After several seconds, my dad sighs and takes the initiative to knock. We wait there awkwardly for a few minutes before the door swings open to reveal my mother, dressed in a skin tight black dress with her hair curled and
*Kane's POV*I’m very pleasantly surprised that Malcolm is so accepting of this. He’s probably the only stable parental figure I’ve ever witnessed. No wonder Violet talks so highly of him. He’s what a father should be and I’m glad she had him to raise her.Truthfully, I don’t know what I would have done if he had reacted the same way as her mother. I don’t think I would have been able to handle causing her that kind of pain, but at the same time, I’m not sure I would have been able to let her go either.“Are you guys hungry? Should we order some food?” Malcolm asks.“Yeah, I could eat,” Violet says and looks at me and I smile. I’m glad she seems to be doing better since breakfast. It was really hard for me to watch her struggle, knowing it was my fault. Malcolm nods and then raises his hand to get the waiter’s attention.We order our food and we eat mostly in
*Violet's POV*When she tells us to get out, I’m still too mad at her for what she said to Kane to be upset about it. I stand up from my chair and storm out the door, and I know he’s following me.Once I make it out the front door, I storm down the driveway and sit on the curb of the sidewalk. “Well that could have gone better.”Kane sits down beside me and says, “It also could have gone worse.”“I know, you’re right. The important part went okay. And my mom will come around. I think.”He puts his arm around me and I cuddle into his side. “Are you going to be okay if she doesn’t?” He asks me.“I think so. I mean, she was never really there for me before anyway. It’s my dad I’m more nervous about. That would much more difficult.”“I mean, I don’t know your dad, but from what you’ve told me, he seems like a pretty unde
*Kane's POV*After breakfast, we take a shower and then pull out our laptops to study, awaiting the inevitable phone call we’re going to receive today. We both keep checking our phones and I’m a little surprised when it’s lunch time and we still haven’t received anything.We go down to the restaurant and I’m glad to see that Violet is doing better than she did with breakfast. It takes her a while to do it, but she finishes most of her food. If last night caused her to relapse, I would never be able to forgive myself.We head back up to the room, and just as I open my laptop, my phone buzzes and I see Heather’s name pop up. I answer it on speaker phone.“Hello?”“Kane,” Heather sobs through the phone. “Something awful has happened.”“What is it?”“It’s your father. He- He’s dead.” This is the part where my acting skills are
*Violet's POV*As I pull the knife out of the butcher block, I can feel my heart rate increasing. I walk over behind the couch where Harper is sitting. This is the part Kane and I argued most over. He wanted to be the one to do it, but I don’t know how to use a gun.“No. I don’t think that. I think a knife is more your style,” Kane says to him.As I raise the knife up over my head, I don’t allow myself any time to consider my options before I bend over so that my head is about level with his, and then I plunge the knife down into his chest, right where his black heart should be. I let go and back away immediately. He does exactly what I had hoped he would do.He grabs onto the knife with both hands and attempts to pry it out. Now his fingerprints will be the only ones on there. I walk over to stand beside Kane and watch as he looks between the two of us. Blood begins to gurgle out of his mouth and I lean into Kane, plac
*Kane's POV*The whole week, Violet and I spent studying and also going over our plan to the point where it might have been considered slightly obsessive. Exams start next week followed by Christmas break so if we don’t do this now, we’ll have to wait until after Christmas and I don’t think either of us wants to have to spend time with my father over the holidays. Besides, the longer we wait the more danger we’re putting the new housekeeper in.On Friday after class, we head to the hotel as we have every single other time, check in at the counter where the same lady is always working. We head to our room and do all of the things we normally do: we get dressed, go to dinner and then head back up to the room, placing the “do not disturb” sign on the door.Violet then sets up her laptop which is set to play 2 different audio tracks at random times through the night to mimic our normal night time activities. We then proceed
*Violet's POV*When I wake up, I hear Kane’s deep breathing coming through the phone. I usually wake up first on weekends so it’s not a surprise. I sit up in bed and pull out a book to read while I wait for him to wake up.Almost an hour later, I hear movement through the phone and then a clattering sound and then a muffled “Fuck.” I stifle a giggle and then say, “Rough start?”“Sorry darling, did I wake you? I knocked the phone onto the floor.”“No, I was already awake. I was just reading.”“I see. What time are you leaving?”Sometime after lunch. Stella went home for the weekend, so my room is empty tonight.”“Okay, just text me when you’re leaving and I’ll meet you at your room, yeah?”“Yeah. I can’t wait to see you,” I say with a smile. I can’t even believe I’m leaving my father a day ear
*Kane's POV*After hanging up the phone, I sit on my bed and try to calm myself down. I was worried she might run into Jace on this little trip, but I did not consider that she might have dinner with him and then a whole conversation about potentially becoming friends.I know how much she hated it when Jace was all jealous about Lucas so I tried really hard on the phone not to be but now I can’t get images of them laughing and talking and hanging out at dinner with both of their parents; things normal couples do. I can’t give her that and he can.I should have just let her go. I should have let her find some nice, normal guy to date. She shouldn’t be stuck with me. No, she’s not stuck. She wants to be here, right? She tells me that all the time. God I wish she were here now.I realize I’m pacing around my room and try to force myself to calm down. I grab the scotch from my desk drawer and down several gulps and th
*Violet's POV*Once again, driving away from Kane feels like I’m driving in the wrong direction. I blast my music and think about how nice it will be to see my father and Rebecca instead. I really do feel bad about not visiting more often.When I drive past Jace’s old house I cringe. Shit. I didn’t even think about the fact that he would probably be here. Well, hopefully I can just avoid him. Dad told me a few weeks back that Amelia and Preston know about the break up so even if I do run into them, I won’t have to lie.I pull into the driveway and text Kane telling him I arrived and then grab my bag and head inside. When I open the door and walk in, I hear Amelia’s voice coming from the living room. Fuck. Maybe she’s alone? I see my Dad walk around the corner and he comes up to give me a hug.“Hey kiddo! It’s so good to see you!”“Hi Dad. It’s good to see you too. Did I h