Chapter 8
Violet sits in the bathroom, eyes red from crying. She just got off the phone with her father. She was supposed to be talking to her mom, but that dickwad yanked the phone out of her hand, or something. He was drunk, she could tell, not like that excused any of the things he fucking said. Her mom tried to get him to shut up, but he didn't care.
She tried to hold the tears in, but hearing those words coming from someone who was supposed to love her no matter what broke something in her. She should've never come out to him. She should've just told her mom and left it at that. But no, she wanted him to know. Violet thought he'd be supportive, even if the chance of that was slim. She never heard him speak about people who liked the same gender, so she thought it was fine. That he was just a dickfuck. Turns out he's a home of phone bic dickfuck. The things he said to her….
She won't tell what he said, just that he said shit and it turned violent. Her mom was only able to get him to stop by giving him $200 to go to the bar in hopes of him drinking himself into a coma. Violet's glad she only got a broken finger that day. She's glad she's at this sleepover, she doesn't want to find out if he'll go good on his threats he made over the phone.
A knock on the door broke the blonde out of her misery party.
"Violet? Are you OK in there? You've been gone for awhile."
Goddamn it, it's Minnie. Her girlfriend. Jesus fuck, of course she's the one that knocks on the fucking door right after that shitshow of a phone call. Just her fucking luck. Whatever. Violet does her best to wipe her tears and make it look like she wasn't just crying her entire skeleton out. She opens the door with a fake smile.
"Yeah, I'm ok. Was just on the phone with mom, is all.
See Minnie isn't a fucking idiot. Well, OK she may be dumb, but she's not that fucking dumb. She knows something is up with Violet. First off, she smiled. Like that may sound wrong, but it's a true statement. When Violet smiles, it's either a tiny smirk or she's attempting to hide her face with her hair. She never looks someone straight on and smiles.
That was the redhead's first clue. The second being that she just got off the phone with her mother. Not saying she can't be happy to speak to her mom. Violet's mother is a sweetheart, deserves the fucking world, but to smile after isn't something Violet does. No, something happened. The redhead can probably guess what, or rather who made her wi-girlfriend put on that fake ass smile. Her fucking shitdick of a father. Just thinking about that scumbag makes Minerva's blood boil. He's one of the reasons why she and Sophie started these weekly sleepovers. To give Violet a safe place to be at least a couple days out the week.
But whatever, enough about that. Violet's smiles. She has different ones. The actual happy one that I already talked about, the you're gonna fucking die bitch one where she shows her teeth and it's boarder line a fucking grimmice and she growls. And this one. The sad one. But the sad one has its own categories. The please leave me alone, that one is followed by a middle finger. The I need to talk, that's the one where a text is sent before hand, and this one. The Iam having a horrible time, but I don't want to talk about it, I just want someone to hold me. So that's exactly what Minnie is going to do.
The taller girl leads the blonde back to the living room. She suggest that they all watch Land Before Time, Violet's favorite movie. She's always been too scared to ask to watch it, but this is something she needs right now, so Minnie did it for her. Sophie and Tenn agreed to it, because its a dope ass fucking movie.
Minnie leads them back to the couch they were laying on before, pulls her down after she lays on it, and just wraps her arms around the blonde. She doesn't say anything, just runs her hands through Violet's hair and kisses her forehead every now and again throughout the movie. Violet feels safe, the shit her father said to her fading, as love and support and just general good vibes fill her.
Fuck that shitfuck.