*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

*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

*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

*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

*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