Violet managed to get a few hours of sleep before the alarm on her phone woke her up. Still feeling exhausted, she dragged herself into the shower. The water did little to wake her up, but it helped washed the fear of her nightmares away. Downing another horrid drink of those Jeremy gave her, Violet went to the kitchens. As soon as she walked in -- looked at her in surprise.
After logging out of everything and doing all that she knew of to cover her tracks, which wasn’t a whole lot, Violet left the common room. Despite that it may have been colossally stupid, Violet was glad she did it. Where parents would have the grieving they deserved.Her stomach rumbled, announcing
Thanks to the run-in with Emily, the rest of Violet’s weekend was ruined. No matter how Violet thought about it, she had no idea how to defuse the ambitious werewolf. Emily didn’t seem like the person to believe Violet if she explained that she had no interest in pack politics or the beta. It was all so stupid that if she thought about it longer than three seconds, she became furious. All the real problems in her life and this stupid girl has to throw a ‘mean girls’ themed drama.
Violet joined Mia in the middle of the hallway once she’d finished the other rooms. “Done?” she asked and Violet nodded.There was a strange look on Mia’s face so Violet added, “I got the pleasure of running into Emily, she made a mess for me to pick, and tried to get me to lose my
After breakfast, Mia and Violet helped clean the dishes and prepare everything for lunch. Thankfully, lunch was easier than breakfast. There were only a few people who had stayed in to eat, though Mia told Violet dinner was usually the meal with the most attendance, and that’s the one the alpha tended to attend almost always. Knowing what she was doing, more or less, now Violet wasn’t as nervous as she was that morning.
Once again, the alpha wasn’t at breakfast and Nolan hadn’t seen him all morning. It had to be on purpose. He knew the alpha was going to speak with New Girl yesterday, but of course, Frank hadn’t come to see him afterward. Yanking Nolan’s chain as the alpha loved to do. He liked to claim it was to prepare Nolan to be an alpha. People tried to get under his skin all the time. It was a good try, but Nolan knew the truth. The alpha simply enjoyed messing with him. Honestly, Nolan didn’t usually mind. He was sure if his father was still alive, he’d do the same, and the alpha had tried to fill the void his father left
The next morning, Violet left her room to met with Mia. The conversation with the alpha yesterday was always at the forefront of her mind. To say the least, it had left her unsettled. First, what was Nolan’s deal? Why insult her then go and defend her? Secondly, the alpha wasn’t at all like Violet expected him and she was having a hard time picturing him as the cruel dictator Jeremy had described him. The only explanation Violet could come up with is she was seeing him from the inside, where he thought his hold of power was safe.
As the tray slid out of the oven and Violet managed to place it on the cooling tray while remaining burn-free, an enormous sense of pride filled her. After Violet’s last encounter with Emily, Mrs. Chaplin told her it was probably best to return to the kitchen. Violet didn’t mind, surprisingly. The duties involved in preparing the house’s meals had become familiar and the familiarities brought her a strange sense of comfort. Plus, none of the other duties had such good smells. The only drawback was her wrist.
Violet scrubbed the counters with singular focus or at least she was trying to give it her complete and total attention. It seemed her mind was intent on making her painfully aware of how much her life was a state of complete and total disaster. Her parents were dead, murdered, and Violet was starting to doubt the chance they would ever get justice. Her real friends seemed to have forgotten she ever existed, and the ‘friends’ she had now would kill her as soon as they discovered what she was. Then there was her birthday. It was her birthday today and she got to celebrate it by cooking food for her parents’ murderer.She was caught between wanting to scream at everyone and throw the knives she used to prepare their food at them and curling up in a corner and sobbing as hard as she could. Much as she tried, a few tears had escaped. Thankfully, no one noticed them.