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🎤🎤Don't you know too much already?
I'll only hurt you if you let me
Call me friend but keep me closer
(call me back)
And I'll call you when the party's over🎤🎤

Violet's POV

It's been four weeks since my encounter with Chloé Hearts. I must say I've gotten popular.

Two weeks ago I joined the basketball team.

Weird right? I was the only girl and I still am.

Chloé has been staying away from me but she jumps at any chance to pass one or two stupid comments or glare at me.

But trust me, I don't back down easily.

As for Mike, all he does is to support me as usual.

"Where are you going to?" Mom asked.

"Where else? School obviously" I said.

"I forgot to tell you that you have an appointment with therapist" She said.

"Mom! What do I tell Mike?" I asked.

"The truth" She said.

"I wasn't gonna lie mum" I said.

"But you were going to hide the truth. Like you always do." She said looking sad.

Her words stung me...

I don't know why, but I feel terribly bad.

"I'm sorry mom. Let's get going. We don't wanna be late; do we?" I asked her.

"Nope. Let's take the G-wagon" She said.

"White or black?"

"You choose" She said and smiled.

"Mom those are one of my favourite colours. How do I choose?" I asked pouting.

Mom laughed and said,"You're horrible at it. Learn from Sage or Mike"

"That hurt my feelings mom" I said and crossed my heart.

"We don't wanna be late" Mom said.

We went out with the white g-wagon.

I sat down in the therapist office and looked at her with a straight face.

"Violet, how are you?" She asked.

"Honestly I don't wanna be here" I said.

"That's a great start" She said a bit shocked.

"What do you mean by that?"I asked.

I understood what she meant.

Anytime we were together; for years all I've done is to stare at her and nod at everything she's said.

This is probably the first time she's hearing me talk properly. Except the first day we met when I told her my name.

"It's good to hear you say how you feel. When last did you do this?"

"Do what?"

"Tell someone how you honestly feel without hiding" She asked.

I smiled at the memory...

"It was at school..."

That when when it all began. We talked for hours. What I felt when I saw Chloé Hearts and how I felt when I played basketball.

"Would you like to talk about Derek?"

How would she ask that? Why?

What was she trying to do?

Suddenly I was chocking on air.

She came over to me and wanted to touch me but as her hands came in contact with my skin I felt a burn.

"Don't you ever touch me" I screamed.

"Ever..." I said stood up and walked away without waiting for a reaction from her.

On getting the to the door I slammed it.

I just wanted to ease the pain I felt. It was too much for me to bear.

I saw my mom walking up to me in a haste.

"Violet what happened? " She asked concerned but I was beclouded with anger, hurt and frustration.

"Go away mom. Just go away. You all should let me be! Must you make me feel this way?" I asked no one in particular.

I looked at mom, she was looking at me with pity and hurt but guess what.... I didn't care.

I walked to the car pack and called Mike. He should have been back from school by now.

After wait for 15 torturing minutes Mike pulled up in a Ferrari.

I immediately got in.

"That's rude?" He said playfully.

No reply.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

No reply.

In my head
What's wrong? Why does everyone feel that something's wrong? What is everyone's problem. Why won't they mind their business?

Must they talk, must they comment?

I looked at my hands and it was shaking... not gently. Violently shaking. I couldn't feel any emotion apart from pain.

Nor from the hands but from my heart and head.

"Violet" Mike said.

"You're hyperventilating"

As soon as he said that, the tears fell.
I told him about Amelia and Derek and how I feel.

"It's all my fault" I kept repeating.

"Somethings just have to happen. You have to let go of some stuffs that make you bitter. I don't know why it happens. I don't know when. I don't know if there's any underlying plan or reason. Sometimes I feel just like you; angry, lonely, scared, sad, confused and I cry, asking God over and over again. Why?"

He looked bitter.

"Why does He take the ones we love away?"

He looked angry and hurt.

"But who are we to question the stuffs that happen?"

"All we have to do is to make pleasant memories with the people around you."

He concluded with a smile.

A part of me felt so relived after I bore my heart out to Mike.

"Now let's go" Mike said smiling adorably.

But where was that frown, the pained expression and the hurt?

"He'll definitely tell me soon." I assured myself.

When we got home, I looked at Mike who was staring intently at something in the sky.

I hugged him.

"Thanks" I said.

"For?" He asked.

"Being there for me" I said and smiled genuinely.

"You're my smallie and my bestfriend. I know you'd do the same if the tables were turned l" He said.

"I gat you bro" He said and winked.

"I gat your back too bro" I said and he chuckled.

"See ya" He said and sped off.

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Authors note

Emotional outbursts eh😔

Y'all should let stuffs go. We only have one life so why don't we love it to the fullest?

And by the way, this friendship is solid😋

xoxo
mohnie😋