Chapter 6: What Happened

Violet arrives back in the room with a granola bar and some grapes. She sits down beside me and hands me the food.

“Thank you,” I say graciously as I dig into the grapes.

She smiles at me. 

“I’m sure you’re anxious to know what happened so I’ll start from where I found you. I was walking across the field through the rain going home and I turn around. I am not sure why I did, but I ended up doing so anyways and that’s when I saw a lump on the ground near the school. It looked like a person so I run over to see what it is and of course it’s you. I figured you’d been lying there for about ten minutes or so. You had blood all over your face and your hair. You were soaked and muddy all over. I call my parents right away to come pick us up. When we got to my house my parents and I dried you off and put you in some of my dad’s clothes.”

She must see the blank look on my face because she asks, “Do you not remember anything?”

“No, I kind of remember getting beat up but nothing after that.”

“Who beat you up?!” Violet asks me incredulously. I don’t know where she thought the blood came from but this was obviously the first time the idea of me being beat up had come to her.

“Umm . . . Mike did,” I mumble out. I am not sure why I’m embarrassed to reveal this to her. Perhaps it’s a combination of my broken pride of being beat up and the fact that she clearly has a connection to Mike.

“Ugh, I should have known,” Violet sneers under her breath. “Do you have any idea of why he did that?”

“He said something about me ‘staying away from you, his girl’.”

“Oh Thomas, I’m so sorry,” Violet says to me in a voice filled with sympathy and regret. “I should have known he would do something like this.”

“It’s okay,” I mumble between a mouthful of grapes, knowing full well it’s not but not wanting to upset her.

“Mike and I . . . we go back a while. We dated about 8 months ago. I broke up with him when I finally realized what a jerk he was. Ever since then, he has been trying to win me back, even threatening anyone who remotely looked like they would ask me out,” Violet recounts, staring off out the window, remembering  the past. “Thomas, I’m so sorry this happened,” she says again turning her head back to me.

“No, don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault!” I tell her quickly trying to keep her from being discouraged.

“You’re sweet, Thomas, you know that?” she tells me with a sad smile. Obviously she still thinks that it’s her fault.

I am about to answer but a woman’s voice comes from somewhere in the house. “Violet, can you come here please?”

“That’s my mom. I’ll be right back,” Violet says flashing a smile.

I give her a weak smile in return. When she is out of the room I set the empty bowl down on the night-table beside the bed. Feeling somewhat at rest, I shut my eyes.

Reviews

[Patricia Williams]

"threatening anyone who remotely looked like they could ask me out" I think 'would' should replace 'could'. Any boy in that school 'could' ask her out, but only a few 'would'
If you don't like that, you could change it to might. 'Could' is so broad a term, Mike would have a WHOLE lot of people to beat up.

Hehe, I love this book/story thing. I hope I get to read more soon. :)

[Legolas]

That's very true. Thank you for that. I will change it. I always look forward to your reviews:)
read moreThat's very true. Thank you for that. I will change it. I always look forward to your reviews:)

I'm glad! What exactly do you like about it?

[Patricia Williams]

Aww, Thanks! :D You just made my day :)
Can't wait to. :)

[Legolas]

Yay!:) I'm glad I did:)