~Hey guys this is the author of this story and I would just like to say a few things. First of all, I will be updating this story at least once a day if not twice(to all those people who hate cliffhangers: including myself😂) I will try to end the chapters in a good note so you people can get some sleep before 12:00 at night! This is an original story by myself but I warn that there are a few sensitive topics in this story such as, foul language, self harm, and underage drinking. Please don't read if you are sensitive to that! I will try not to interrupt between chapters too much! I hope you like this story I will be working really hard on it and I would love your feedback!
~Laney
Violet's pov
My boyfriend Jason slammed on the brakes and left burnout marks from his ford fusion as he rounded the corner to my house.
My head slammed on the back of the seat and I screamed,"SLOW DOWN JASON!!!"
He grabbed my wrist and shoved my head to face him. He said,"DONT TELL ME WHAT TO DO BITCH!"
"Please Jason you are drunk slow down!", I pleaded.
He sped up as he neared my house and slammed on the brakes when he came to the sidewalk. I was so winded I could barely process what he was about to say next.
"I'm so sick of you telling me what to do and you think I actually listen? I never want to see you again, GET OUT OF MY CAR!", he screamed.
I was still out of breath when he said that. I felt hot tears starting to form in the corner of my eyes. "YOU HEARD ME GET THE HELL OUT OF MY CAR! I HATE YOU!"
I was so shocked and hurt that I couldn't move or do anything but cry.
Suddenly, he hurtled himself out of the drivers seat and ran around to the car to passengers seat.
He ripped open the door and pulled my hair so hard I fell out of the pickup and slammed my head on the curb of the street. I screamed in pain as I got on last look at Jason.
His eyes were frozen and dazed with all the alcohol he had drank. I was wearing a black dress with gold high heels. We were going to go on a date but, instead Jason took me to a filthy bar and got drunk.
He picked me up bridal style and threw me on the sidewalk, away from his car.
My body winced with pain.
He scrambled back to his car and threw an empty beer bottle at me, than slammed the door so loud that the whole neighborhood could hear him.
The glass shattered so close to my leg that little shards were lodged up and down my legs.He sped of leaving as if I meant nothing to him.
I started to cry again as I thought about how I stayed with him for three years especially when I was there to comfort him when his father passed away.
Three years of my life spent with him and he just tossed me away like I was nothing.
I lay hurt on the sidewalk screaming for my mom, praying she was home.
My hair was knotted and messy and I had a giant rip in my dress that I just now realized that blood was streaming where the rip was. My head was pounding from the whole situation and on one of my high heels, the heel was cracked in half, making it impossible to wear them again. I'm sure my mascara was running as hot tears streamed down my face and weak screams escaped my mouth.
The last thing I heard was the door bursting open along with my mom with terror written on her face. "Violet!", my mom screamed.
I passed out...
~hey guys I hope you like my story so far and I apologize for spelling mistakes and making this chapter so short. Next one will be longer!😊, Laney~
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Small Gestures
Teen FictionSometimes in life when you let go and can't force yourself to get up the only things that save you are the small gestures...that is the only thing that will save Violet...
