Treat You Better

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"Don't fuck with me, Violet! Do you hear me?" Storm grabbed my shoulders and shook me. I screamed, but it didn't do anything. Storm looked down at me after he pushed me to the ground. I looked up at the man that I thought I loved with tears streaming down my red cheeks.

"Violet!" I couldn't stop crying at this point. I was so broken from all the shit that I took from Storm. I was waiting for the rest of the hits from him but it never came. I looked up when I heard some commotion.

"Didn't I tell you to mind your fucking business?" Storm lifted his fist and swung at Carson. I wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn't help but look at this fight. This was like a bad movie unfolding right in front of my eyes. Carson ducked when Storm tried to hit him which threw Storm off. Carson's fist connected with Storm's jaw which sent him to the floor.

"Stay the fuck away from her, do you hear me? Stay away from Violet." Carson gave a good kick to Storm's stomach.

What the fuck just happened?

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I know he's just not right for you

And you can tell me if I'm off

But I see it on your face

When you say that he's the one that you want

And you're spending all your time

In this wrong situation

Treat You Better - Shawn Mendes

Chapter Eight - Treat You better

Violet's P.O.V

"You're finally up." I jumped at the sound of Carson's voice. I've been staring at the TV for the past hour, but I wasn't paying attention to it. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear him come in.

"I got up not too long ago. Where were you?"

"I figured I should sleep in the other room so I could give you some space. I know you probably wanted your own room." It was nice of Carson to give up his room and take the guest room. I'm not sure why he was being so nice to me though. What did he want from me?

"I don't want to kick you out of your own room. I could take the couch if you want?" Carson waved a hand at me and laughed.

"It's no problem. Uh, I cooked some food earlier. Do you want me to make a plate? I can go heat it up right now." I pulled the covers over my legs and shook my head. If I ate right now I would probably throw it right back up. I felt so sick after what happened with Storm.

"I'm not hungry." I wanted to feel bad when Carson frowned, but I pushed those feelings aside and turned back to the show.

"Violet, you need to eat something."

"What I need to do is go home so my parents don't freak out." I knew my mother was probably having a bitch fit right now. I could only imagine the names she was calling me right now.

"And what are you going to do when they ask you about that bruise on your face, huh? You going to tell them that you ran into a wall?" It felt like a movie in my head of everything that happened with Storm when Carson mentioned my bruises.

"Fuck off, Carson. I don't need your shit right now." My body was a little sore from Storm throwing me to the ground. I had a few scratches and cuts from whatever I landed on when I fell. This was probably going to be the biggest lie I told my family after explaining all the cuts, bruises, and scratches I had on my body.

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