Violet
Iflopped onto the compound bed and dragged my hands over my face. I was so frustrated, and I was sick and tired of being frustrated. I wanted out. I wanted something easier.
Just as I was ready to throw something, my phone buzzed. Glancing at the screen, I frowned. Before I could reply, my phone rang, and I let out a frustrated sigh and answered.
“You didn’t text me. You home okay?” Jasper asked.
“Sort of.”
“What does that mean?”
I don’t know why, but I info dumped the last hour of my life into Jasper’s lap. He didn’t interrupt, he just listened to me vent, and once it was out, I felt quite a bit better.
“Sounds like your dad’s lookin’ out for you.”
“Sounds like my dad’s smothering me,” I snapped.
He sighed. “Yeah, I can see how you’d feel that way.”
“Which means what exactly?”
“At the risk of ruining our burgeoning friendship, I know a little something about feeling the need to protect someone I love and not using the right words to express it.”
“My dad is... complicated.”
“We all are, sweetheart, but it doesn’t mean the love’s not there.”
“I just want out.”
“You don’t, Violet. Take it from me. You might want a break, but you don’t want out.”
“It would be so amazing if, just once, a man didn’t tell me what I wanted.”
“Fair,” he said.
“I’m gonna let you go.”
“Okay, Violet, I’ll—”
“Letti for fuck’s sake,” I breathed out. “Violet’s only used when someone’s pissed at me.”
He chuckled. “Got it. Text me if you want some sage wisdom. Or just want to talk.”
“Okay,” I said, and hung up.
I dropped my phone on the bed and sat up. I needed to get a few things from home, but I had a feeling Dad would object to me leaving the compound, so I dug through my purse to find a pad and paper. I was old school when it came to taking notes. I never put anything in my phone, rather, I always had some kind of notebook with me where I jotted things down.
Before I could click my pen, a knock came at the door. I sighed. “Who is it?”
“Me,” my brother, Orion, called.
