*Violet's POV*
When Kane leaves, I quickly gather my things and head to the showers. When I get there, I shower in record time and up finishing at the same time as Stella so we walk back to the room together. When we get there, she turns around and says, “So? Was it good?!”
“Good doesn’t even begin to describe it,” I tell her and she squeals.
“Yes! I knew it! With that whole dangerous, moody, might kill you for looking at him sideways vibe he has going on, I knew he had to be good in bed.”
I laugh and say, “What does that have anything to do with sex?”
“Trust me, the level-headed mentally stable guys are always boring in bed. It’s just a fact of life. Guys who are hot, mentally stable, and awesome in bed do not exist. You can only have two out of the three.”
I think about this and realize that so far her theory checks out. Jace is hot and mentally stable but definitely n
*Kane's POV*When we get to the gym, I see that it’s relatively busy once again. It usually is around this time of day. We leave our bags in the car since the plan is just to shower back at the house after and order takeout.Heading inside, I wave to Striker and Blade and then we head off to the same spot as Tuesday and start with a warm up. We then go over all of the basic motions I taught her last time before I move on to some combos.We practice for a while before Striker comes over, looks at Violet and says, “Hey, good to see you again. Looks like you’re picking this up pretty fast. You’re a natural.”She smiles widely at him and I have the sudden urge to punch him in the face.“Thank you,” she replies, “I have a good teacher,” and then flashes me a grin that manages to dissolve all of my anger instantly.“That you do,” he says and then looks at me
*Violet's POV*I get halfway down the hall and realize I left my towel in the room so I go back to get it, and when I open the door and see he’s facing away from me, I catch a glimpse of his back for the first time. There’s no mistaking what I saw. Even from this distance, with the tattoos covering them, the pattern is easily recognizable. The diagonal lash marks run down from both of his shoulders.“Are – are those what I think they are?” I ask quietly as I meet his gaze. His eyes are guarded and I see pain flash through them and I instantly regret asking when he nods his head once. I feel my throat constrict and I swallow hard to stop myself from crying as I imagine someone doing that to him.“Who?” I ask. He doesn’t answer. The wordsyou don’t know my fatherrun through my mind. I feel sick. “Harper?” I see the flash in his eyes when I say his name. He doesn’t nee
*Kane's POV*As we lay in bed, Violet cuddled into my side, bare skin against mine, I feel completely content. I don’t think anything will ever feel as good as her body wrapped around mine.I was so worried about her seeing the scars on my back. Worried that she would tell someone, worried that it would scare her away, that it would upset her and make her want to run as far away from me as possible. But she didn’t. Instead, she ran her finger and her lips over them and replaced the hideous feeling with something…else; something that I’m not even sure how to describe.It’s incredible to think how just 3 weeks ago, she thought I hated her. In such a short period of time, she’s managed to forgive every bad thing I ever said or did to her. I don’t know how I can possibly deserve this; deserve her, but I’m so grateful for it.At this point I can’t even fathom ever hating her. How did I convince myself I di
*Violet's POV*The second I drive away from him, I have the urge to just stop the car and not leave. I realize that makes me a literal crazy person, but I can’t help it. I have never craved closeness to another person this much in my life and it’s driving me insane. Jace and I spent a year seeing each other only once a month and I was fine with it. Thinking back on it, that was probably the first sign that we weren’t really meant to be together.But does me feeling this way mean I’m meant to be with Kane? Every fibre of my being is screaming yes but there’s just so much stacked against us. Fate must have a really sick sense of humour.Pulling up in the driveway for the first time in three weeks causes a feeling of comfort to wash over me. I text both Stella and Kane to let them know I made it here and then grab my bag and head inside. When I open the doors, it feels so different even though everything looks exactly the same.&n
*Violet's POV*I finally make it to Rebecca’s and knock on the front door. She answers it and a smile crosses her face when she answers it and she hugs me.“Vi!”“Hey Becca!” I say and hug her back.She leads me towards the kitchen and says, “I just made coffee. Do you want some?”“Um, yes. What kind of question is that?” She grins and then pours us each a mug with some milk in it. We bring our mugs to the living room and sit cross legged in our normal spots on the sectional.“So, how are your classes going?” I ask her and then take a sip of my coffee.“They’re fine. Nothing too difficult yet. I have an entire class dedicated to tragedies and, not surprisingly, a lot of them are by Shakespeare. That guy had some serious issues. How about you?”“Classes are fine, I guess.”“Just fine?”“I br
*Kane's POV*As Stella drives us to the restaurant, I think about her comment. Violet’s shadow? It’s not that bad is it? The more I think about it, the more I realize how much I’ve been lurking around her this past week. I wonder if it bothers her. No, I don’t think so. She would have said something, right? Besides, she was clearly happy to see me just now.I’m definitely overthinking this. This girl is making me even crazier than I already was. If that’s even possible.We pull up to a Greek takeout place and go up to the counter to order. We take a booth and Stella sits across from Violet and me.“So, tell us about your weekend,” Stella says, while attempting to stab a tomato that insists on rolling away.“It was nice. I spent a lot of time with my Dad and I saw Rebecca Saturday. I did bump into Jace’s mom though, which was super awkward.”“Oh no, was she pissed?&
*Violet's POV*When we go up to the room to change, Stella says, “Alright, let’s see what bathing suit options you have.”“Options? I only have one,” I tell her and pull out my black one piece bathing suit that I’ve never even worn. Well that’s not entirely true. I put it on once under my clothes when I went to the beach with Jace, but I couldn’t work myself up to taking my clothes off.“Um, no. That’s not happening. Where did you even get that? Nevermind, you can borrow one of mine for today, but we’re adding bathing suits to our shopping list for next time,” she says as she starts pulling out a variety of different coloured items from her drawers.“Here, try this one. It’s your favourite colour” she jokes, throwing a ball of black strings in my direction. I unravel it and see that it’s plain black bottoms, which I put on and then two triangles and so many str
*Kane's POV*With Violet cuddled into my side, I sleep better than I have all weekend. When the alarm goes off I feel legitimately rested. I wish it could always be this way but I’m not that naïve.Violet groans and then drags herself out of the bed, giving me a very wonderful view of her bare hips swaying as she walks over to her bag to collect her clothes for the day.“Come back to bed darling,” I say, stretching my hand out to her.“I can’t. I’ve already missed this morning class twice and it’s only week 4. I really wish I could though. I think I might actually still be a little drunk,” she admits.“All the more reason to come back to bed.”“Kaaane,” she whines, “You’re not helping. I need to be a good student.”“I know, I know. Go on, be a good girl and go to class.”Her head snaps to me and her eyes meet mine as
*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