Chapter 4

Violet's POV 

I opened my eyes and after looking around my surroundings, I could tell that I was in the hospital. I tried to move but the IV reminded me that I'm supposed to stay put.

I look around the room, from the IV stand to the television and the table underneath it that has a few bags on top.

I look at my sides, I tilt my head to the side and I feel a throbbing headache and I instinctively place my free hand on it, as if trying to calm it.

The door swivels open and my mum enters.

“Oh Good lord, how are you, my dear?” She asks, standing beside me and caressing my hand.

“I'm fine,” I say, groaning as I try to sit up carefully again, but my mom urges me not to stress myself.

“Don't worry my Dear, just stay that way, the doctor said you didn't sustain any fatal injuries, so we can go home later if she runs a check on you again and see that you can take treatment at home,” I smile at her and she smiles too.

“Thank you, Mom, but how do you know I was hit?” I ask.

“You're friend, Daisy, she said she saw you get hit by a car, so she and the people around brought you here,” 

“Oh….” I say thoughtfully, I don't know what to do with that if I should be angry or happy.

“Where is she?” I ask my Mom.

“She has gone back to work, she said I gave you this letter,” my mother handed me a small envelope, “She told me you got fired too,” my Mom's eyes softened with sympathy.

“Yes,” I say dryly because my chest hurts not because of physical pain but because I can't show anyone how deep the pain in my chest hurts.

“Oh my baby,” my mother mutters under her breath as she hugs me, not too tight but it's enough to soothe me.

“Let me get you some food, okay,” she says, taking steps back as she's about to leave the room.

“Violet,” my mother calls out holding the door knob, “Your boyfriend is sitting outside, he is waiting for you to wake, he said you guys had a little fight,” 

I chuckle bitterly, I've been pushing the thoughts of my breakup ever since I woke up, but now I can't help it, “A little fight?” My tone was laced with sarcasm.

“I don't know really but that's what he said, it's okay if you don't want to talk to him, I'll just tell him don't want to see him,” she suggests.

“No,” I lift my chin, “Don't tell him anything, if he asks you if I'm awake tell him the truth,” I say knowing this is the last time I'll see him.

I am not ready to talk about what happened to my mom, I can't bring myself to tell her what happened now, I'll tell her later when I get over it.

“Okay,” my mother leaves the room and I open the letter.

“Hi Violet, I couldn't tell you this while I was at the hospital, but I think you should know, never regret getting sacked from Rogers company, he isn't a good man, the abortion I told you I had, I lied about the father, he is the father” my eyes grow wide as I read the letter, “He has been using me the way he likes and I can't do anything because I don't have options, but you, you have a family that loves you and can provide for you, I don't have that that's the reason I can't leave, Don't worry about me, I'm fine, Now you see why I never let you visit him in those hotels, he was up to no good,” 

Suddenly I start to feel pity for Daisy. I guess she hides so much pain behind her smiles and laughter at work, and she's nice.

My mouth agape, I'm still trying to regain myself from the momentary shock when the door opens and James walks in with careful steps like he is walking on eggshells.

I close my mouth and I don't say anything, he takes the chair beside me, his eyes never leaving mine.

“I'm sorry Violet,” he says, breaking the eerie silence between us.

I just rolled my eyes at him, “Is my sister really a stripper?” That's the first question I pick out of the disarray of questions in my head.

“Yes,” the guilt in his voice is evident but I can't keep up this unhealthy relationship. I remember telling Daisy about the incident at the laundry shop and she told me my man was cheating but I refused to believe it.

“Why didn't you tell me all this while? Why did you hide it from me and you kept sleeping with her? Did you take her virginity?” 

“No I didn't, She already losed it before we met, She told me never to tell you, I was part of everything that happened between us but I wasn't thinking, I'm very sorry and I'm asking you for a second chance,” 

“There's no second chance, James, it's clear you didn't put me first in all you did, you didn't care about me, according to my sister you said I'm your cashbank, I guess I been dating myself for the past three years, you don't even respect the fact that you're engaged?” I shrug, my heart clenching with anger and pain, I don't raise my voice to make my point but I feel so hurt.

I angrily take out the ring on my finger, how could I be so foolish to give a man all my money? 

I throw the ring at him, “You're free from me now, you can go live your life without deceiving me,” I seethe, tears finding their way out of my eyes.

“Violet ….I'm sorry,” he pleads, falling to his knees.

“I don't care, James, you didn't love me when you could, there's no guarantee that you'll love me now, you should have just told me that you can't wait till our wedding night, that you're horny, I'll understand and we will break up peacefully, and to say you're even sleeping with my younger sister if you didn't want to hurt me so badly, I don't know what was your plan,” I tilted my head to another direction so I won't see his fake tears.

“About your sister, your sister never loved you the way you love her, she was envious of you, and she felt inadequate and intimidated whenever she was with you without a formal competition, she said everyone likes you and that you get all the good things, I didn't know when I got too far with her, I'm sorry,” he rose to his feet and left the room.

Now my heart even hurts more, the searing pain in my chest made my heart throb violently in my chest as I sobbed.

An hour later my mother returned with takeouts.

“I've been trying to get through to your dad for days now and I couldn't reach him, yesterday was our 25th anniversary” she revealed.

“Maybe something came up, you know that's unlike Dad,” I contribute, munching on the pizza my mom brought.

My dad doesn't stay a day without calling my Mom, maybe something came up.

Hours later, I'm discharged from the hospital and taken home. My mother has a weak heart, but she's still doing her best to care for me and I appreciate that.

After staying up through the night and thinking about how I will live my life after this break-up, I decide to visit my best friend in New York, that way I'll get over this break-up faster because If I spend another day in this town I might commit suicide.

In the morning, I'll let my mother know that I'm going to New York.