29| Peanut Butter Truffles

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This is the "clean" version of the chapter

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This is the "clean" version of the chapter. The "mature" version that I HIGHLY suggest you read can be found in Bittersweet Restricted.
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All was calm as the days went by

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All was calm as the days went by. An unsettling sort of calm, like a build up to a storm. The moments leading to Friday were spent working in the bakery so that while Katy and I were gone everyone else didn't have to struggle. I didn't think there would be any issues since majority of our customers were getting ready for the holidays, but just in case, we did nearly a week's worth of prep.

Violet came back as extra hands to help although we didn't tell her exactly why. In her mind, Katy and I have to go on a business trip. That way she wouldn't have to worry about the truth. On Thursday night before the shop closed up I offered to take her back to her dorm just to get some extra time with her before everything went to hell.

When she smiled or laughed it reminded me why I was doing all of this. I couldn't let her become a toy for Sparrow to play around with. Never. And who knows how many are out there have already met the fate I'm trying to prevent Violet from having. Like that one girl I saw displayed in his lap months ago. She was someone's daughter, maybe even sister. Even more importantly she was a human that shouldn't have to go through that. I couldn't stand around and let such things happen anymore.

That night after I had reached Violet's dorm I couldn't shake the sinking feeling in my gut as I watched her walk away from me. It was so overwhelming that before her hand touched the door, I called out to her. She turned around to eye me questionably which only intensified as I walked up to her to wrap her up in my arms tightly. At first her small frame stiffened in surprise as I clung to her, then slowly relaxed.

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