Between Love and Hate

*Violet’s POV*I’m currently lying awake, staring at the sheer canopy above my four poster bed, still completely unable to fall asleep. Tomorrow is the day I travel to Boston with my boyfriend Jason (everybody calls him Jace) to start my freshman year at Harvard. He’s a year older than me and is heading into his second year at UMass Boston. We’ve been together for almost 4 years now, though our relationship started long before that. We grew up as neighbours in our gated community and over the years, our friendship developed into more.He was there for me through my parents’ divorce which caused my existing anxiety problems to snowball into a pretty bad eating disorder. He was there for me when my mom remarried and moved to London.I was actually a little surprised that he stuck with me because when he hit tenth grade, he basically became hot overnight. He joined the football team, filled out, grew like a foot and his baby face disap

*Kane's POV*“Oh by the way, Kane, your mother and I-”“Heather is not my mother, and she never will be,” I say coldy.“Watch your tongue boy,” He snaps and the look in his eyes has me freezing in place. His punishments are...brutal. And they’ve been getting progressively worse since my mother’s death when I was 12. And I can’t do a damn thing about it because he literally has my entire life in his hands.“Like I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted, we will be moving to New York next month and I’ve arranged your transfer to Harvard to finish up the school year.”“Fine,” I bite out. It’s not like it matters where I finish school. And it’s not like I’ll be leaving anybody behind. I’m not in the business of making personal connections. My father made damn sure of that.“Was that attitude I just heard?”&ldquo

*Kane's POV*God dammit! I slam the door to my room and begin pacing, remembering the first time I ever met her. It was at the wedding 5 years ago. She was so small and fragile, wearing a long sleeved dress that was a couple sizes too big for her. I didn’t know who she was at first, but when my father introduced us, I felt fear. Raw unadulterated fear. Not for me. But for her. There’s no way this girl could survive my father. I remember having a very strong and sudden urge to protect her.I made a big mistake, though. I didn’t hide it fast enough. He saw. He saw and I caught the glint in his eye that told me he was going to use her to punish me, just like he used to use my mother. I had to try to cover it up.When I found out she wasn’t going to be living with us, just visiting occasionally, I was relieved. But still, he needed to think I didn’t care and I needed her to hate me so she would stay away. So, every time she came to visi

*Kane's POV*As I’m walking through campus, I don’t know why, but something compels me to look at the building to my left. When I do, I see a window with Violet and her friend from last night sitting on the other side of it. I don’t know why, but my feet are moving towards her on their own accord.I walk up to their table and Violet looks up at me, shock written all over her face.“Hello,” I say.“Hi,” She replies quietly. She’s clearly still confused. And, to be honest, so am I.“How did you find the rest of the party?” I ask casually, trying to glean any information on if she was as miserable as I was after our little exchange last night.The blond starts, “Oh, she-”“Enjoyed it. She enjoyed it,” Violet cuts her off and gives her a pointed look. Interesting. I wonder what that’s about. I search her eyes for answers but find nothing.&ldq

*Kane's POV*Tuesday morning, I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing. The caller ID says it’s my father. Of course it is. I know it will only make things worse if I don’t answer so I click the little green button.“Hello,” I say, not trying to conceal the annoyance in my voice.“Hello son. How have you enjoyed your first couple days?” I calculate whether or not I should mention that I saw Violet. It is a small campus so it is likely we would have run into each other. But it is also probable we didn’t. Has she spoken to her mother? Maybe he already knows. I have no way of knowing so I decide to keep it vague.“Fine,” I say, continuing to give away no information with my tone.“Well, we’re going to invite your sister to come stay with us this weekend.” My stomach drops. “We figure since you go to the same school, you could carpool.”I’m in so much sho