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Friend Or Foe: Chapter 40 And There She Went
[2 days later. Wednesday Morning. Cameron, North Carolina. Shane's POV]
“What's going on?” I asked, walking into Violet's house. Not even knocking on the door. It had been wide open anyways. Shannon looked over at me from he'd been standing by the back of her black leather couch.
“I don't know Shane. I have no idea what happened, but something sure as hell did. She's packed and leaving for the airport. She showed up on my doorstep yesterday morning and said two words to me. I'm leaving.” he said. My eyebrows furrowed, “why are you leaving? What the hell happened?” I asked frantically.
“I'm not leaving! Those were the two words she said to me. I'm. Leaving.” he clarified. As if to cement the fact I looked up at the staircase to see Violet carrying her already packed suitcase. Well, dragging it by it's handle down the last few steps. She froze when she saw me, momentarily before lifting the suitcase up and setting it down on the wooden flooring.
She then proceeded to roll it toward the front door. I shook my head leaning down and quickly grabbing one of the bags handle's holding her back from walking. She stopped and looked back at me, but still wouldn't speak. “Violet, what's going on?” I asked desperately. She looked away, staring at the floor. “Tabby, tell me why you want to leave?” I begged.
She shook her head. “I want to leave, but not only that, I have to leave,” she said, her green eyes looking up at me. My eyebrow furrowed again as I frowned. “You don't have to do anything!” I yelled. Her gaze hardened. “No one will understand why I'm leaving. So I'm not even going to try to explain it.” she muttered, yanking her suitcase from my grasp and rolling it out the door, to her car.
I looked back at Shannon and he just shrugged one shoulder, looking forlorn. I ran a hand over my face and through my hair. She appeared in the doorway again. “I'm leaving in a minute, I guess since you're both here, I'll say goodbye,” she said, sounding as if she didn't want to. She had her arms crossed over her chest and she was leaning against the door frame.
She looked beautiful, her brown hair spilling over her shoulders, her bangs covering one of her eyes slightly. I looked over at Shannon, meeting his eyes. He walked over to Violet and hugged her tightly. “Whatever reason you're doing this for, I'm sure it's a good one. Call me,” he whispered to her. She nodded but I could tell from the expression on her face that she wouldn't be calling him.
She wouldn't be talking to any of us. That's why she didn't want us here. That's why she didn't want to have goodbyes, they would make what she's doing that much harder. But what pushed her so far as to want to leave Cameron. It had to be one of the guys in the group. But who?
She stared at me as I thought. Then she turned and walked out of the house, not even saying goodbye to me. Shannon glared at me but I ran out the door after her. “Violet!” I yelled, her back stiffened, knowing it was me. “Where's Jamie?” she asked coldly as I caught up to her. She had stopped walking in the middle of her driveway.
“Jamie is nothing. You should know that.” I told her certainly. Violet shrugged, “that's why you got back with her,” she mumbled. “When you were with John,” I said defensively. “And I told you why I was with John. I was trying to get my mind off you buy using him!” she yelled, turning to face me. Her green eyes were shining with tears and god I hoped she didn't start crying.
I hated it when she cried. Sure the clear glistening tears made her look beautiful. But she always was beautiful to me, no matter what she looked like. She was still always Violet. The girl I've known since she was five years old. The one Jeff and Matt used to pick on. The one I fell in love with during high school. The one I asked to prom.
“Why?' I asked again. Her eyes narrowed, “I told you, I couldn't love John,” she growled. “Not John. Why are you leaving. We've already lost so much time together, why do you want to lose more?” I asked. She looked away, her arms hugging herself. And that stance, that expression. It was her guilty expression. What did she do?
“I just...can't stay here anymore. Not right now. I need a break, a vacation. I'm out on injury and suspension anyways! There's no point in me just sitting at home not doing anything,” she said, trying to cover up the real reason. “What happened, who did it?” I asked. She froze, still not meeting my eyes. “Just let me go Shane.” she whispered before turning and walking to her car.
I followed her around the car to the drivers side. But before she could open the door I spun her around and trapped her against the car. My hands flat on the cars window's on either side of her. My face close to hers. She was still holding back tears. And I would do anything to make them go away, to convince her to stay here. To say yes.
I kissed her, one arm wrapping around her waist, the other in her hair. At first she didn't respond but soon she gave in and kissed me back, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “Don't go,” I whispered between kissing. I trailed my kisses along her jaw till I was by her ear. “Don't leave,” I begged. She whimpered softly, now crying.
She wrapped her arms around my waist, crying into my chest. “I just have to get away. I'm so confused Shane. I love you, but....so many things have happened. I just need to get away from it all. There's to much drama in my life. Maybe if I just take myself out of it and disappear for a month, it'll all go back to normal. I promise I'll come back,” she sobbed.
I rubbed her back soothingly. I thought over what this could mean for us, or the chances of us. Well, 1. I could wait for her to come back and when she did, we could actually become an item. 2. she doesn't come back and I never see her again. Or 3. she comes back and realizes she doesn't love me anymore.
But she did have a point. There had been an overabundance of drama in her life, and mine. And she probably was stressed and overwhelmed by it. She did need this break, and going alone was probably for the best. Though I wouldn't have minded going with her. But I knew she didn't want me to, or anyone else to either.
I sighed, pressing my cheek into her soft hair. “I'll wait for you, as long as it takes. You do need a break from all of this. I lifted one hand to caress her cheek. I lifted her chin so she was looking up at me. “I love you,” I told her, kissing her softly. I pulled away and met her green eyes. “I—I love you too Shane,” she whispered, nodding slightly.
I smiled, just barely a hint of one. But I did. With one arm still around her waist, I pulled her away form the car and opened the driver's side door. She looked up at me, kissing me again quickly before getting inside. She started the car, still looking at me, then closed the door. I smiled down at her and tapped on her window.
She rolled it down and I leaned into the open window. Kissing her. “I better be the first person you call when need a ride home from the airport.” I told her. She nodded, then I leaned away from the car, and she drove off.
And there she went. The love of my life.
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“What's going on?” I asked, walking into Violet's house. Not even knocking on the door. It had been wide open anyways. Shannon looked over at me from he'd been standing by the back of her black leather couch.
“I don't know Shane. I have no idea what happened, but something sure as hell did. She's packed and leaving for the airport. She showed up on my doorstep yesterday morning and said two words to me. I'm leaving.” he said. My eyebrows furrowed, “why are you leaving? What the hell happened?” I asked frantically.
“I'm not leaving! Those were the two words she said to me. I'm. Leaving.” he clarified. As if to cement the fact I looked up at the staircase to see Violet carrying her already packed suitcase. Well, dragging it by it's handle down the last few steps. She froze when she saw me, momentarily before lifting the suitcase up and setting it down on the wooden flooring.
She then proceeded to roll it toward the front door. I shook my head leaning down and quickly grabbing one of the bags handle's holding her back from walking. She stopped and looked back at me, but still wouldn't speak. “Violet, what's going on?” I asked desperately. She looked away, staring at the floor. “Tabby, tell me why you want to leave?” I begged.
She shook her head. “I want to leave, but not only that, I have to leave,” she said, her green eyes looking up at me. My eyebrow furrowed again as I frowned. “You don't have to do anything!” I yelled. Her gaze hardened. “No one will understand why I'm leaving. So I'm not even going to try to explain it.” she muttered, yanking her suitcase from my grasp and rolling it out the door, to her car.
I looked back at Shannon and he just shrugged one shoulder, looking forlorn. I ran a hand over my face and through my hair. She appeared in the doorway again. “I'm leaving in a minute, I guess since you're both here, I'll say goodbye,” she said, sounding as if she didn't want to. She had her arms crossed over her chest and she was leaning against the door frame.
She looked beautiful, her brown hair spilling over her shoulders, her bangs covering one of her eyes slightly. I looked over at Shannon, meeting his eyes. He walked over to Violet and hugged her tightly. “Whatever reason you're doing this for, I'm sure it's a good one. Call me,” he whispered to her. She nodded but I could tell from the expression on her face that she wouldn't be calling him.
She wouldn't be talking to any of us. That's why she didn't want us here. That's why she didn't want to have goodbyes, they would make what she's doing that much harder. But what pushed her so far as to want to leave Cameron. It had to be one of the guys in the group. But who?
She stared at me as I thought. Then she turned and walked out of the house, not even saying goodbye to me. Shannon glared at me but I ran out the door after her. “Violet!” I yelled, her back stiffened, knowing it was me. “Where's Jamie?” she asked coldly as I caught up to her. She had stopped walking in the middle of her driveway.
“Jamie is nothing. You should know that.” I told her certainly. Violet shrugged, “that's why you got back with her,” she mumbled. “When you were with John,” I said defensively. “And I told you why I was with John. I was trying to get my mind off you buy using him!” she yelled, turning to face me. Her green eyes were shining with tears and god I hoped she didn't start crying.
I hated it when she cried. Sure the clear glistening tears made her look beautiful. But she always was beautiful to me, no matter what she looked like. She was still always Violet. The girl I've known since she was five years old. The one Jeff and Matt used to pick on. The one I fell in love with during high school. The one I asked to prom.
“Why?' I asked again. Her eyes narrowed, “I told you, I couldn't love John,” she growled. “Not John. Why are you leaving. We've already lost so much time together, why do you want to lose more?” I asked. She looked away, her arms hugging herself. And that stance, that expression. It was her guilty expression. What did she do?
“I just...can't stay here anymore. Not right now. I need a break, a vacation. I'm out on injury and suspension anyways! There's no point in me just sitting at home not doing anything,” she said, trying to cover up the real reason. “What happened, who did it?” I asked. She froze, still not meeting my eyes. “Just let me go Shane.” she whispered before turning and walking to her car.
I followed her around the car to the drivers side. But before she could open the door I spun her around and trapped her against the car. My hands flat on the cars window's on either side of her. My face close to hers. She was still holding back tears. And I would do anything to make them go away, to convince her to stay here. To say yes.
I kissed her, one arm wrapping around her waist, the other in her hair. At first she didn't respond but soon she gave in and kissed me back, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “Don't go,” I whispered between kissing. I trailed my kisses along her jaw till I was by her ear. “Don't leave,” I begged. She whimpered softly, now crying.
She wrapped her arms around my waist, crying into my chest. “I just have to get away. I'm so confused Shane. I love you, but....so many things have happened. I just need to get away from it all. There's to much drama in my life. Maybe if I just take myself out of it and disappear for a month, it'll all go back to normal. I promise I'll come back,” she sobbed.
I rubbed her back soothingly. I thought over what this could mean for us, or the chances of us. Well, 1. I could wait for her to come back and when she did, we could actually become an item. 2. she doesn't come back and I never see her again. Or 3. she comes back and realizes she doesn't love me anymore.
But she did have a point. There had been an overabundance of drama in her life, and mine. And she probably was stressed and overwhelmed by it. She did need this break, and going alone was probably for the best. Though I wouldn't have minded going with her. But I knew she didn't want me to, or anyone else to either.
I sighed, pressing my cheek into her soft hair. “I'll wait for you, as long as it takes. You do need a break from all of this. I lifted one hand to caress her cheek. I lifted her chin so she was looking up at me. “I love you,” I told her, kissing her softly. I pulled away and met her green eyes. “I—I love you too Shane,” she whispered, nodding slightly.
I smiled, just barely a hint of one. But I did. With one arm still around her waist, I pulled her away form the car and opened the driver's side door. She looked up at me, kissing me again quickly before getting inside. She started the car, still looking at me, then closed the door. I smiled down at her and tapped on her window.
She rolled it down and I leaned into the open window. Kissing her. “I better be the first person you call when need a ride home from the airport.” I told her. She nodded, then I leaned away from the car, and she drove off.
And there she went. The love of my life.
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